The Horse-Personal Narrative
I opened my eyes to a dismal scene. Shadows of a thousand trees reached towards me, their thin fingers stretching out into the gloom. It took but a moment to recollect how I had come to be in my present situation. That confounded horse–always a nervous one–had sensed something moving through the underbrush, become incredibly agitated, and eventually taken off at full speed, leaving me helpless upon its back until I was left with no option but to dive off. Unfortunately, I had miscalculated the velocity of my steed’s wild pace and struck a tree at full speed, rendering me unconscious. How much time had passed between then and now, I knew not, only that the darkness was becoming thicker with every passing minute. Finding the group I had
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I allowed myself to fall slightly behind so as to remain unseen by the two lovers, then watched the horse carefully, observing its every movement, waiting for the perfect moment. When the time came, I pounced, sprinting madly towards the nervous beast in an attempt to frighten it into a sprint. I succeeded, and it took off, just as it had done previously, only now I was not the unfortunate person on its back. The girl whipped her head around to look at me, a look of panic across her features. I gave her a look of pure malice, then returned my focus to the maddened horse. The young woman watched my gaze, then slowly turned around, surely dreading what she would see. The horse sprinted a short distance more, then reared up in a deranged frenzy, fell, and–astonishingly–completely disappeared from sight. Upon witnessing this spectacle, we stood in awe for but a moment, then ran toward the place of the disappearance, stopping abruptly, for our feet at the brink of the small, rocky cliff. After briefly gazing upon the gruesome scene below, I swiftly drew the young woman away from the edge. She remained completely still, a terrible expression of shock plastered on her features. I drug her limp form through the trees and down to where the horse and boy had fallen. Tears streaming silently down her ashen face, she stared blankly at the crumpled body at her
I allowed myself to fall slightly behind so as to remain unseen by the two lovers, then watched the horse carefully, observing its every movement, waiting for the perfect moment. When the time came, I pounced, sprinting madly towards the nervous beast in an attempt to frighten it into a sprint. I succeeded, and it took off, just as it had done previously, only now I was not the unfortunate person on its back. The girl whipped her head around to look at me, a look of panic across her features. I gave her a look of pure malice, then returned my focus to the maddened horse. The young woman watched my gaze, then slowly turned around, surely dreading what she would see. The horse sprinted a short distance more, then reared up in a deranged frenzy, fell, and–astonishingly–completely disappeared from sight. Upon witnessing this spectacle, we stood in awe for but a moment, then ran toward the place of the disappearance, stopping abruptly, for our feet at the brink of the small, rocky cliff. After briefly gazing upon the gruesome scene below, I swiftly drew the young woman away from the edge. She remained completely still, a terrible expression of shock plastered on her features. I drug her limp form through the trees and down to where the horse and boy had fallen. Tears streaming silently down her ashen face, she stared blankly at the crumpled body at her