STORY STARTER

The horses in the stable went wild; they knew of the coming storm.

Write a story that starts with this sentence. Is the 'storm' literal or metaphorical?

A Horse Gone Wild

The horses in the stable went wild; they knew of the coming storm. They tried kicking down their stalls and calling out for their owners…yet nobody came to their rescue.

They all were born in this barn and weren’t always taken care of. They were fed hay once in a while but never got apples. They drank water, but it didn’t look clear or clean. They would do their business, yet nobody scooped it up. Day by day, the older these horses got, the more they realized these people didn’t care for these animals but hardly focused on them. They basically neglected them. This time—they neglected these beautiful hooved species completely and they weren’t coming back.


And as the horses neighed and gasped to get out, one mustang seemed to be the leader of the herd and tried kicking down the steel and wooden door. He continued to kick until it shook and fell to the ground.

And as sparks began to form, the horse looked around for any sign of escape. He panicked when the sparks begin to ignite and became bigger. He ran out of the barn, leaving his family behind.


The night was as dark as the black haze of smoke that formed in the sky. He ran wild, jumping over the pasture fence. His eyes were wild and he glalloped left and right though he refused to stop. He eventually came to a stop after running two and a half miles and looked around. His eyes glowed from the tapetum lucidum in his eyes…however, that wasn’t what allured the predators that tormented the mustang with their noises. It was the fact that the mustang smelled good to them and they wanted their midnight snack.

Once again, the mustang ran off, hearing the distant cries of the fast shadows with soft, gray fur that was as cloudy as fog. Their heads were large and their tails were fluffy though these animals were nothing but friendly to the beautiful painted mustang. The horse continued to run and it seemed as if his vision was getting worse. The mustang’s heart that was once as fast as a cheetah’s stamina seemed to slow down every second. His surroundings became blurry and that was when his eyes snapped open—and he realized where he was.

Comments 4
Loading...