Henry was on his horse and everything was perfect. The sun was shining. The harvest was bountiful. The women swarmed him. And most of all, the hacienda was more successful than it has ever been. As he was making his rounds, checking to see if the workers were okay and if things were running smoothly, he came upon a couple of workers squabbling with a strappi...
The journey was not fast, but it was relentless. Hours before sunrise, Sofia was roused from deep sleep to dress in boy's clothes, her long hair hidden inside a silk cap and wound around with cloth to protect against the wind and dust. Four magnificent horses stood in the courtyard, laden with food bags and bedrolls, but harnessed only with the finest le...
Author's note: Hey guys! This is my second chapter of "The Shaman Chronicles" and I just wanted to tell you some things. I REALLY appreciate the feedback! And I WILL try to write longer chapters, starting with this one. It will be hard for me since my exams are due in the few months. Still you're positive feedback more or less made my whole week, so keep doi...
Mistress sat aloof in her high backed Victorian chair, the late afternoon autumnal sunlight dappled the polished wooden floor upon which her slave knelt, eyes cast down humble and expectant. Mistress was dressed in an Armani suit, black, just below knee-length skirt touching the tops of her immaculate high heeled knee-length boots. Her long elegant hands war...
Author's Note: This is a short story in the same universe as, A Rarity. I don't think you need to read A Rarity to understand this story, but I do suggest it. Like the previous story, it's meant to be mostly sweet and adorable. I noticed that one of the centaur characters might have a similar appearance to a character from A Rarity. This was not intentional....
Time passed quickly on the farm as the two fell more in love and prepared to start their family. They had a simple ceremony held in the church with Doc and Sarah as their witnesses, and couldn't be happier to finally be husband and wife. Eventually, September arrived, and the fall of the year slowly settled in. Bella was now four months pregnant, and her b...
Wooldridge markets mystified Amy; her Mother used to take her there every weekend, now Amy visited a couple of times a year. When Amy was a child, visiting the markets was like an excursion to the circus, the stall holders all seemed descendants of Gypsies with scruffy hair, earrings of all shapes and sizes dangling from their ears and bright and wonderful c...
Christoph was never a particularly big fan of horses. He didn't hate them per say, but the fact that if one stepped wrong he'd lose a foot was enough to put him off. It wasn't usually his job to do anything with the horse on the farm anyway, but the twins had been sent on an errand in town so he was the one who had to hitch the plowshare to Jo, Farmer Keldor...
"Its not much further." Amber said as she ran past the end of the dirt path. The trees that surrounded them opened up to a hidden farm. "Where the hell are we?" Danny asked as he looked around. His sister had dragged him off on yet another random adventure. "Whoa, where did this place come from? Who would build a farm all the way the hell out here?" "I fou...
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