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 Posted: Tue Aug 17, 2010 5:56 pm
About horse racing. Enjoy~
PART ONE
She never thought it would come to this. She was only small-time, small-money, making a living doing what she loved. She never thought she would win.
Until she got on Storm Shadow.
From the moment she swung into the saddle, no, from the moment she first met his eyes, she knew he would do anything to win. Anything. She could feel his muscles working beneath her as they were led to the starting position: number eight. Mediocre.
Storm wasn't high strung and proud like the others. He waited quietly as the announcer called out the odds. Again, mediocre. But she knew she wasn't riding a mediocre horse.
The bugle rang out. The others stirred. Someone tried to rear: Breeze. The favor. She smirked as his jockey quieted him, knowing he didn't have a chance against Storm.
(To be continued. Gotta go.)
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 6:36 am
(Continued!)
Then the gates opened, and she had no more time to think.
Afterward the only thing she remembered about that race was the feeling of flying and the thud of hooves on the earth. She couldn't picture the fans whirling past, or the flock of fellow horses wheeling and soaring around her. But she could remember the finish line. The finish line. Get there. No matter what. Storm's feet seemed to hammer out those words against the sand as he ran.
When they crossed it, he slowed to a canter, then to a trot, hardly panting. Her heart thundered as loud as his hooves had a moment before. She'd done it. She'd won.
(gonna be continued again in the next post.)
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