Into the Sunrise [Kendall]

Aurum
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Rising from the Ashes of Our Past

Into the Sunrise [Kendall] Jun 20, 2013 12:08:02 GMT -5

Post by Aurum on Jun 20, 2013 12:08:02 GMT -5

Bae woke up early, before the sun or her brother, Roan, were up. The Twilight just before sunrise was her favorite time to go riding. it was cooler than during the day, but it was still light out, unlike night rides. Her neighbor, who Bae trained horses for, gave the girl permission to come and go in the stable as she pleased. The horses responded so well to her, it was almost like she could speak their language. Bae quietly pulled on her leather boots and a new shirt. It was dirty, but still cleaner than the rest. It used to be her mother's. It was light grey with a small V-neck and the letters S.F. were roughly embroidered on the top left. Sorrel Fescue, Bae's mother. Bae brushed the uneven lettering with her thumb. She sighed and slipped outside.

Only one horse was up when Bae entered the dimly-lit barn. It was a black yearling, whose wooden nameplate read Soot. Bae pulled a tiny piece of old carrot out of her pocket and fed it to Soot. The horse quietly munched as Bae unlatched the door. She reached up and pat the yearling. He snorted into her hand. Soot was a great horse. He was a bit wild, but nothing Bae couldn't handle. The best thing about Soot was that he was fast. So fast when Bae rode him, they were able leave all of her worries in the dust. And that's what she planned to do.

There was only one saddle for all the horses, so Bae only used the saddle when training. The rest of the time, she rode bareback. She worked her fingers through the yearling's mane and leapt onto his back. Soot could feel her desire to run and snorted impatiently. She tugged at him gently, reminding him who was the guide. She wasn't in charge. No one can really make an animal with spirit do something they didn't want to. She knew she was simply there to make decisions and ask the horses to do them. Her horses saw this, and respected her for it. She liked to think so anyways.

Bae walked Soot out the open door and down a well beaten path. When they got into the field, Soot tensed, waiting, ready. Bae smiled and pulled the two worn sticks out of her bun, letting her hair down. She tied them to her riding breeches with a small piece of leather. She leaned in close to Soot, tightening her grip on his mane and gently squeezed her legs, urging him forward. Soot took off, responding perfectly to Bae's direction.

Her hair whipped out behind her and she felt free. Free from the pressure of living in the Districts, free of having to worry about the next meal and free of life all together. She and the horse were one and they were the only ones in the entire world. The sun started peaking up over the horizon, bathing the world in the golden first light of morning. Bae breathed in deep and smiled. This is where she belonged. On the back of a horse, free as a leaf in the wind, riding into the sunrise.

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“I've lived too long with pain. I won't know who I am without it”

Into the Sunrise [Kendall] Jun 22, 2013 18:48:46 GMT -5

Post by kendall on Jun 22, 2013 18:48:46 GMT -5

BECAUSE YOU'RE GONE, GONE, GONE.

travis benjamin winston

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WHEN YOU'RE DREAMING WITH A BROKEN HEART WAKING UP IS THE HARDEST PART.

I walked into the hot stable, letting light in for the first time that day. The shadows of the horses danced on the walls. I see a shadow of a person too. It all flashed before my eyes. I see the shadow of a little girl swishing against the walls, laughing, running. Then I see a boy, calling out to her. Scared and helpless. I wanted to shout at the boy. Tell him she was going to die. But I shook the shadows away. The shadows flew away from the light. Like they were scared of the light and would rather haunt in the shadows. I wasn't going to admit that it was scaring me. But it defiantly gave me the jumps whenever I saw a ghostly image of my sister and her past.

The sable was one of the only places I really liked on this old farm. It was full of better friends then anyone could ever be to me, horses. Ever since I was little I loved horses. My mother told me before I could talk I was riding on a horses back... with help from someone of course. It was the one thing I was actually good at. It was a great relationship that I wanted to share with someone that actually could take to me without having to snort and whinny. Never the less the company of my old companion was the highlight of my days.

It was early morning, the sun hadn't even fully raised yet. I woke up this early every day to put on a pair of jeans and go to the stables before I had to come to reality and work. My horse, Bluebell, was always ready to go when I got there. She would whinny like crazy until I got her out of her stall and saddled her up. I usually always rode with a saddle for some reason. I felt more safe and in control. We had a couple saddles so I had my own. It was a rare privilege and I don't know what I could do without it.

I hop onto Bluebell's back and take the reins in my hands. I ran my fingers through her course hair before I asked her to trot. We gathered speed until we were in a gallop. It was the only time I ever felt free. As we rode, we went farther and farther until we saw another figure in the distance. I slowed Bluebell down into a canter so I could make out who it was. It was a girl, my age I think, riding her horse. I sigh, slowing Bluebell down until we both met. "Hello, what a nice morning," I smile, wanting to make conversation with this girl. I felt like I knew her from somewhere. "Do I know you by chance?" I ask blushing slightly.

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Aurum
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Rising from the Ashes of Our Past

Into the Sunrise [Kendall] Jun 24, 2013 7:50:54 GMT -5

Post by Aurum on Jun 24, 2013 7:50:54 GMT -5

Once the sun fully rose over the flat horizon, a large ball of glowing fire, Bae pulled gently on Soot's silvery white mane, asking him to slow into a canter. Both horse and girl were breathing heavily as Bae turned them around and started heading back to the barn. Something caught her eye in her peripheral vision. Another horse. With a rider. Bae pulled on the yearling's mane asking him to stop and watched the horse and rider canter closer with wary eyes.

No one usually rode at this time of the morning. That's why she enjoyed it so much. With people around, she needed to wear a mask, so she didn't offend anyone or, more importantly, give away her thoughts and emotions. Only the horses saw under her mask. She didn't need a mask with the gentle beasts who understood her so well. They were the only ones who every saw her truly smile since her parents died a year and a half ago.

Bae closed her eyes as the forbidden memories broke the dam she built to hold them back. Laughing as she made breakfast with her dad, pushing him gently with her hip as she tried to get to the meat frying in the pan. She was just 15. Her mother came out of their room, followed by a 10 year-old Roan. He complained about the amount of homework they were getting at school. Bae tells him to wait till 9th grade. That was the extent of their worries, other than the Reapings and Games, but the two felt they were invincible with their parents by their side.

The rider came closer and Bae could make out his face. She had known him in school. They were in the same grade. What was his name? Travis, it was Travis. He worked with horses, too. On a cattle ranch, she thought, like her, like her parents did. "Mom, Dad! Guess what I got on my History test..." She was walking home from school. She had just gotten the best grade in her year in History. She reached the pasture and sat on the wooden fence, waiting for her parents to come over and congratulate her. Her parents were marking a calf with an ear tag. It hurt the animals less than branding, but the calf still cried out for protection. Then she saw that a new stable hand had left the gate open that connected the calf pen with the open pasture.

Travis called out to Bae. Something about a good morning and asking where they knew each other. She took a deep breath and smiled at him. The smile didn't reach her eyes, but how would he know the difference. Her mask was in place and no one saw through it. She had master the art of hiding her emotions. The cattle herd raced through the open gate towards the crying calf. Parents protecting their kids. She screamed for her parents. They watched in horror as the stampede rushed to them. They were too close to the beasts to move. She screamed as they were crushed to death under the hooves of the animals they raised and love. Her parents gone before her eyes... forever.

"Hi. I think we do. I'm pretty sure we were in the same class together. And I've seen you around the market when I've been trading." Her voice was friendly and her fake smile warm. Her eyes betrayed none of the hurt she felt as she slowly pushed the memories back behind their dam. No one knew how much she hurt. That was a good thing... Right?

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“I've lived too long with pain. I won't know who I am without it”

Into the Sunrise [Kendall] Jun 28, 2013 13:20:50 GMT -5

Post by kendall on Jun 28, 2013 13:20:50 GMT -5

BECAUSE YOU'RE GONE, GONE, GONE.

travis benjamin winston

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WHEN YOU'RE DREAMING WITH A BROKEN HEART WAKING UP IS THE HARDEST PART.

Sometimes I believe this horse was the only thing in the whole universe that would actually listen to what I have to say. Whenever I try to talk about anything to anyone they always interrupt and say something I don't want to hear. It's not their fault, they are just trying to help. But Bluebell always listened, or stayed quiet even. I could say anything to her and she would whinny to make sure I knew she listened. Having a horses friendship and trust was an amazing thing, but having a humans was even more amazing. I didn't share that type of relationship Bluebell and I have with any one who can actually speak to me. At least I don't think I do.

This girls voice rang out in the dewy morning. "Hi. I think we do. I'm pretty sure we were in the same class together. And I've seen you around the market when I've been trading." She was acting friendly but she was forcing a smile. Just like everyone whenever they talk to me. Nothing genuine and warm. Just forced to get it over with. Maybe that's why I liked horses so much. You knew their emotions. Because they showed it. When they were happy, sad, angry or afraid. You always knew. With people, including her, you never really knew, unless they told you.

I smile looking down at the ground for a moment before I turn my attention back to her. I find myself getting very shy and bashful around any girl lately. It was quite a weird feeling really. "Ah the market... I really don't know if I like it there or not." I tell her. I don't know why I said that. Why was I so stupid?

"Your name is Bae, right?" I say to her. I remembered her face as her horse slowed down and I could look at her more clearly. I remembered her from around the hallways alone time ago. I wasn't sure, all my memories are scrambled it seems. But she looked very familiar. But i remember her a lot more cheerful. But everyone remembers me more cheerful. So I didn't have any room to talk. "How come I don't see you in school anymore?" I ask.

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