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[ asdfghjkl. yeah, this is where my short random stories will go. ._. no posting. ]

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↠ ｔａｂｌｅ ｏｆ ｃｏｎｔｅｎｔｓ. ↞
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-----------ｗｒｉｔｉｎｇ ｐｒｏｍｐｔｓ;
----➸ "in the midst of war..." :: a brotherly bond between two horses.
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----➸ chapter selection

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The dream is fading, now I'm staring at the door.
I know it's over cause my feet have hit the cold floor.
Check my reflection, I ain't feelin' what I see.
It's no mystery.
Whatever happened to a passion I could live for?
What became of the flame that made me feel more?

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↠ ａｕｔｈｏｒ'ｓ ｎｏｔｅ. ↞
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-----So...this is my short random stories thread. Just basically random short little stories inspired by various things ranging from photos to music. But please know that these are my ideas and my stories unless stated otherwise. Please do not steal! I constantly browse the forums and mods lurk around. None of the images are mine. They are copyrighted by their owners but I did edit all of them but one. (which is the first photo on this thread) And please, do not post unless I give you permission to. Thank you. c:
-----A note to all readers: I tend to make quite unintentional long posts. xD It's how I roll. I mean, it's just how I write and roleplay. So when I write chapters, expect them to take a little longer because I'll probably be making them long.
-----Interested in any of my other stories? I own ` unknown identity :: fear of the uknown .
-----YES, I did just copy and paste the same layout as from "unknown indentity". -_- So what? I'm feeling lazy right now... And tired.
-----this is a wip. PM for any questions or comments, please! c;

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ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ｍｉｄｓｔ ｏｆ ｗａｒ...
“ ｃｏｍｐａｎｉｏｎｓｈｉｐ. ”

→ "treasure every moment with your friends and family. because one day, they won't be there to share that moment with you again."

→ NOTE TO READERS: this is about the brutality war from a horse's point of view. i didn't make anything too descriptive, but just be warned that some of you may be too visual. i caution those who are sensative to any level of battle descritpions. there is a lot of emotion in this and i think i almost cried. xD PM me if you enjoyed this/cried/etc. i would love to know.

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-----Two horses stood side by side. Their bond unwavering. Their hearts of gold.
-----They awaited the moment with their partners on their backs. The light brown stallion's name was Mikey. His best friend who was running right beside him was Jumbo, a dark bay stallion with a white stripe down his face. They were an inseparable duo who loved each other like brothers. They eat togerther, they slept together, they played together. Neither of them wanted to be without one another's company.
-----Suddenly there was a yell, a commanding voice from a high officer. The men on horseback yelled a response and marched their horses forward. Mikey's heart was pounding with anxiety. He knew something big was going to happen. Something people will hear of, but will not see. He gazed in front of him. There were several rows of horses ahead of him. He could feel every horse's fear and anxiety scent rippling from one horse to another. He let out a snort of excitement. "Jumbo! Isn't this exciting? We are about to be a part of something incredible! I can feel it in my bones!"
-----Jumbo was a few months older than Mikey and was definitely more mature. Whereas Mikey was excited about everything and very hyper, Jumbo was quite mellow and an intelligent horse. Jumbo wasn't as excited as Mikey thought he would be. Nevertheless, Jumbo was giving off a slight scent of excitement. "I fear you are right, my friend. We are about to be a part of something big. But maybe it's not what we hope for."
-----Mikey flicked his tail and frowned at his friend's words. Does he mean it will be something bad? Or maybe he's just trying to tease me, Mikey thought with a flick of his ear.
-----Then suddenly the line of marching horses stopped. There was a stillness in the air that agitated Mikey so much. He stomped his right foot in impatience. What was going on? But suddenly there was a loud gunshot. The battle had begun.
-----"CHARGE!!!" The commanding officer yelled to his men.
-----The calvary let out a yell and suddenly, like a tidal wave, the whole group of horses were rushed forward. Mikey's nostrils flared and his ears pricked in axiety. This was it! He and his best friend were going into battle!
-----Gunshots were being fired every second and every milisecond. There were yells of defiance from soldiers and yells of encouragement from high officers.
-----Mikey was having a blast. He boldy charged forward even when he couldn't see through the thick smoke from deafening cannons and rifles. He could feel Jumbo galloping right beside him with strong breaths and thundering hooves. Knowing that he wasn't entirely alone, Mikey was given courage.
-----Two horses, one dark bay and one light brown, were charging through enemy lines and bravely leaping over trenches full of enemies. They led their calvary troop through the choking smoke and somehow avoided all the cannons and gunfire. But in war, no one's luck lasted forever.
-----Suddenly there was a boom and Mikey was sent flying. He landed roughly in the dirt and was having trouble getting up. He snorted the dust out of his nostils with a shake of his head. His vision was blurry and his hearing was going in and out. He let out a cry of terror. Panic started rising up in him and he struggled to get up. He felt no man on his back and looked around for him. With a sickening feeling, he saw his partner lying on the ground several feet away with a pool of dark blood surrounding his head. Mikey was frozen with terror as he stared at his favorite partner.
-----"Mikey! Mikey!" Mikey was feeling light-headed after flying several yards. It must have been one of those cannons... The world was spinning and he thought he heard someone calling his name. He turned his head to see a familiar white stripe in his face. The head prodded him on his neck, annoying Mikey.
-----"Mikey, get up! You can't stay here! You'll be killed!" It was Jumbo! Mikey turned to look at his dark bay friend who also had lost his partner. Jumbo was trying to nudge Mikey up from behind.
-----Feeling like there was hope for him yet, Mikey stood to his feet with a neigh of defiance. He muzzled his good friend as he trembled.
-----Gunshots and screams were exploding all around the two horses. But as they wrapped their heads around each other's neck to nibble at the other horse's mane, all the sounds around them faded away. The war for peace and freedom was oblivious to them at that moment.
-----"Mikey...we must go. We cannot stay here forever. It's not safe for us horses." Jumbo whispered into MIkey's ear. His voice was smooth like honey oats but rough like the outside of a carrot at the same time. Mikey had always looked up to Jumbo for his guidance and security. And other times, Jumbo looked to Mikey. And right now, if they wanted to see another sunrise, they must get out of here.
-----"Alright. Let's go." Mikey backed up and shook his mane. Jumbo neighed and galloped into the mixture of dust and smoke. Mikey followed with quick strides. Both horses weaved around abandoned cannons and tried to avoid trampling all the fallen men. But there were so many... As Mikey looked around, he saw both dead men and horses. He saw horses he had tained with and grown to like. He saw men who had treated him equally and others who had not. He almost tripped over Walter, a short warmblood but the most valiant of all the horses. Mikey had liked Walter the minute he met him. He sadly galloped around Walter and ran faster to catch up with Jumbo. They needed to get to the woods or at least away from all the shooting. He couldn't take it anymore. This was not fun at all. Mikey wanted to go home to his warm straw bed. He wanted to canter in the open fields with Jumbo. Free from this mayhem, free from all this chaos.
-----But then the unthinkable happened. In slow motion, Mikey looked up to see Jumbo rear up with a cry. His eyes widened as a man stood in front of Jumbo and fired his rifle twice. Jumbo staggered and fell to the ground. With a neigh of pure fear and shock, Mikey charged at the man and swung his head. The man was knocked away and hit his head on a cannon. The man slumped down as blood poured out of his mouth, his hand limp over the rifle.
-----Mikey's heart was thudding louder than the cannons and his breath was short and quick. His crazed eyes slowly searched the area until it stopped on a dark bay horse who was lying on its side. With slow and careful steps, Mikey walked over to his fallen friend. His throat was swelling and his eyes were blurring. "J-jumbo?"
-----The dark bay stallion's body stirred. The beautiful coat was splattered with dirt and blood. There were two holes in his chest where bullets had shot through. Then Jumbo's eyes flashed open. With a rasp voice, he spoke. "Mikey."
-----Mikey lost all feeling in his legs and lay down beside his friend as his head hung low. He muzzled his friend. "Jumbo, you'll be okay. Please be okay." Mikey lay his forehead on his friend's neck.
-----"Mikey, listen to me." Jumbo winced and coughed a couple times. Each cough splattered blood on the ground in front of him.
-----Seeing his best friend in such agony saddened Mikey so much. His lip quivered slightly as he turned his attention to his friend's eyes. Those comforting eyes that held kindness, firmness, and amusement all in one.
-----"You are a good horse. You make fun out of the sadness and shine light in the darkness. Don't give up, Mikey. Never." Another wave of pain washed over Jumbo and he shuddered and winced.
-----"Jumbo...please don't go. I can't do anything without you. I-I..." Mikey choked.
-----"I love you, Mikey. You've always been like a brother to me." Then with a final shudder, Jumbo lay his head back down and exhaled his last breath. He lay completely still as the war raged on.
-----At first, Mikey couldn't believe it. Jumbo couldn't be dead. It was impossible. But yet, there lay his dead friend and motionless. Mikey sniffed and felt his eyes moisten. "I love you too, Jumbo." He whispered and muzzled his friend on the cheek for the last time.
-----Mikey lay next to Jumbo for a few minutes of shock, pain, and sorrow. Finally, with the strength from anger and pain, Mikey got to his feet and held his head up high. He would finish this. Until his final breath, Mikey would fight. He would fight for Jumbo.
-----With a loud neigh of burning rage, Mikey reared up and kicked out his forelegs. He let out a snort and charged forward. He weaved around cannons and flew right over the trenches. He knocked enemy men aside and managed not to get shot somehow. He was unstoppable. He slammed into enemy horses and bit them anywhere where there was exposed skin. He ran right over men who tried to capture him. He thundered right through every obstacle that stood in front of him. He was literally running blind with pain, hatred, and sadness. His urge for vengence kept his going.
-----Then it was over. Just like that. The soldiers on both sides were finding and gathering the fallen. Many of the horses were shot. Others, with soldiers shot off of them, had run off into the woods, either shot as well or free. Any other horses were helping with the equipment or the casualties. But as the smoke cleared, the soldiers began to point and talk about something in the distance. A silhouette of a horse was seen with its head held high and boldy standing right in the middle of the field.
-----Little did they know, that horse was Mikey. He had fought bravely and won with his comrades. But he hadn't been fighting for them. He had been fighting for a dear friend.
-----Not every dead body was accounted for. But many were just buried under dirt.
-----There was one spot, somewhere close to the middle of the field, where a patch of daisies grew. The townsfolk who lived nearby used to say that at every morning and every evening, a strong, beautiful light brown stallion could be seen laying down in that patch and hanging his head as if he were mourning. And then he will get up and walk to the edge where the woods met the field. He would turn and neigh such a sorrowful cry that anyone who heard it would cry with him and know he was in pain. The stallion with then turn and disappear into the woods until the next day.

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ｔｈｅｙ ｂｅｇ ａ ｓｉｌｅｎｔ ｐｌｅａ.

they can't help it. it wasn't their fault. it wasn't their choice. all they want is a family; a home. their howls raise sorrow songs to the moon every night. they whimper at the slightest hand movement. they flinch at even the slightet touch. they've seen so much, yet they've seen so little. they yearn for someone to give them the love they deserve. they yearn for the hugs and kisses. they yearn to feel belonged. they have feelings too. they feel sad, angry, and depressed. they feel lonely. but somehow, many of them get around. they don't complain if they're starving or desperate. all they can do is howl, whimper, and beg. maybe you could give them a friendly pat on the head? they haven't felt one since the day they were rejected. maybe you could give them a piece of bread? they haven't eaten since a week ago from that old rotten rat. maybe you could give them some water? their parched throats had been started to cause breathing problems. and maybe, just maybe, you could be the one to take them in? they haven't felt accepted since that day or never at all. perhaps it could be a time of change. it's all in one choice; a choice to do a simple deed or to turn away like every day. don't you feel the pain at least a little? maybe you've thought about it once or twice before, but after that, it doesn't cross your mind very often if not at all. if maybe the next morning when you take that walk, you could give one of them more than just a snobby glance? you could pause and watch them struggle to sit up. you watch them tremble in fear and in weakness. your heart senses the proverty this dog must have suffered yet endured. his eyes show great sorrow and you can see stories of what he has witnessed. after that, you begin to think from a different perspective. give those dogs a chance. look into their eyes and see what they have seen.

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