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Random First Lines:I am in class 11 and what I am feeling is a struggle between schooling and coaching in the arena of IIT entrance exams. » Read
This was originally a poem that I wrote about my paternal grandpa. He had a saddle and knew that I loved horses, so when he died, he left me his saddle. This story was created from some of the things he had told me and the time I spent with him as a young girl, but it is mostly fiction. About a...
This is for a challenge hosted by Sexy Scarlett
I chose my inspiration to be a picture.
It happened 2 summers ago, it was the happiest summer of my life. Having been at boarding school for 10 months and never been able to ride. It was torture but riding was my life, than again to find a saddle...
Have you ever felt the thudding of hoofs beneath you as you gallop through a huge, open field? Have you ever felt a horse stain against leather reins, clenched in your hands? Do you know what it feels like to fly? I do.