The hooves clattered against the pavement in time with my racing heart. I feinted to the right and ducked behind a cart with watermelons. But I knew they would find me. There were too many. I apologized to the owner and tipped it over, the fruits rolling everywhere. I darted away as fast as I could. When I was sure I had enough time before they saw me, I slipped into the canal and dove underneath the grate. The horses and the men were too late. I was gone.
Wild horses running in an open pasture. Nothing more free, nothing more natural. Their uninhibited nature intimidates me and lays bare the constraints that keep me in line.
Horses was the prompt from yesterday! Why is it still here? Ugh, this is so annoying. I wish it would have a new word every time I clicked ‘go’, that would be nice. Anyway, whatever. I give up.
Mawra
i like horses and they are cool i used to ride them when i was a kid and i still do i did fell lots of time and it hurts a lot but still i like riding horses! i love them and i like to go really fast on the horses how the wind hits my face! :)
are beautiful are really scary people like them their hair is really beautiful ur the best thing I’ve ever had i love u so much horsitoo i love you i love u ur tail is so long and white and ur hair i so long and very ñong goo good good really good.
Kel stared at the four-legged beast, and he frowned. The long shaggy mane was matted with mud and knots. Helios had told him to take care of the horses, but how was he to do that when he hated being near those things?
my ex girlfriend was in love with them. but i fucking hated them. anyways i used to sit on them and ride them when i was younger ranging from the ages of 5-8, but when i hit age 9 i became overweight and they wouldn’t let me ride the horses because there was a special scale that had to be abided by before use of the animals on the course.
Arthur D
majestic, beauty! powerful might. the ground shakes as they come running, sounding like thunder… the sight of them takes your breath away.
Michaels
I don’t see why it’s so bad to be impatient. I always end up doing more things in a day than patient people, albeit that they generally aren’t as precisely done. But whatever, at least I don’t spend forever taking my time, waiting! Why can’t I go a single day without someone saying to me, “Hold your horses!”?
Tezcacoatl
“Round up the horses. Doc, we need to get the hell out of here. Whatever you were working on, some one has got a sniff of it. We have to move on to the next city.”
“I can’t keep moving my research! I’m already way behind where I should have been by now!”
horses don’t care: they don’t care how much you weigh, how much sorrow you carry on a daily basis. they don’t care what your past is, they don’t care what color your eyes are or the things that you’ve done wrong. they don’t care who loves you and who doesn’t love you, or if anyone loves you. they only want to serve you.
I don’t like them. They make me think about rich people. Rich people wearing this stupid red jacket and this stupid helmet. I don’t know why but this is the image that comes to my mind.
I watched them one by one, galloping by the shoreline with their manes being blown backwards by the force of wind. And as I watched all I could think of was how I wished to be as free as them.
Wild animals, tamed for people needs. Now they’re unhappy v.v and they used to be wild and free.
Karolina
very yummy, indeed!
johanna
Horses are gallant, graceful animals. Johnny was my favorite.
A beautiful white coat with brown around his eyes. Wise, yet young enough to be my friend. I loved him.
And then he died.
Kristen
Man 1:”Are you looking to place a few bets on the horses?”
Man 2:”Yes, is this the best place to come?”
Man1: “No this is a greyhound racing track.”
Man 2: “Ah crap.”
Diarmuid
look at the horses and how they gallop away, so peaceful and happy and free. who are we to use these animals, to make them carry things and listen to our every command. all the animals, the horses, the birds, cats, monkeys, dogs, all the bears and the tigers, let them roam, wild and free.
Horses kick hard,
but passion kicks harder.
Love to whom I once wrote,
writes back no longer.
I stare in the mirror at awkward advances,
Love looks back in the mirror in awkward glances.
The hooves clattered against the pavement in time with my racing heart. I feinted to the right and ducked behind a cart with watermelons. But I knew they would find me. There were too many. I apologized to the owner and tipped it over, the fruits rolling everywhere. I darted away as fast as I could. When I was sure I had enough time before they saw me, I slipped into the canal and dove underneath the grate. The horses and the men were too late. I was gone.
Big, beautiful, complex animal hair, hooves, barn, running, riding, wild, free, eyes, pet, fair.
Wild horses running in an open pasture. Nothing more free, nothing more natural. Their uninhibited nature intimidates me and lays bare the constraints that keep me in line.
Horses was the prompt from yesterday! Why is it still here? Ugh, this is so annoying. I wish it would have a new word every time I clicked ‘go’, that would be nice. Anyway, whatever. I give up.
i like horses and they are cool i used to ride them when i was a kid and i still do i did fell lots of time and it hurts a lot but still i like riding horses! i love them and i like to go really fast on the horses how the wind hits my face! :)
are beautiful are really scary people like them their hair is really beautiful ur the best thing I’ve ever had i love u so much horsitoo i love you i love u ur tail is so long and white and ur hair i so long and very ñong goo good good really good.
Kel stared at the four-legged beast, and he frowned. The long shaggy mane was matted with mud and knots. Helios had told him to take care of the horses, but how was he to do that when he hated being near those things?
my ex girlfriend was in love with them. but i fucking hated them. anyways i used to sit on them and ride them when i was younger ranging from the ages of 5-8, but when i hit age 9 i became overweight and they wouldn’t let me ride the horses because there was a special scale that had to be abided by before use of the animals on the course.
majestic, beauty! powerful might. the ground shakes as they come running, sounding like thunder… the sight of them takes your breath away.
I don’t see why it’s so bad to be impatient. I always end up doing more things in a day than patient people, albeit that they generally aren’t as precisely done. But whatever, at least I don’t spend forever taking my time, waiting! Why can’t I go a single day without someone saying to me, “Hold your horses!”?
“Round up the horses. Doc, we need to get the hell out of here. Whatever you were working on, some one has got a sniff of it. We have to move on to the next city.”
“I can’t keep moving my research! I’m already way behind where I should have been by now!”
horses don’t care: they don’t care how much you weigh, how much sorrow you carry on a daily basis. they don’t care what your past is, they don’t care what color your eyes are or the things that you’ve done wrong. they don’t care who loves you and who doesn’t love you, or if anyone loves you. they only want to serve you.
I don’t like them. They make me think about rich people. Rich people wearing this stupid red jacket and this stupid helmet. I don’t know why but this is the image that comes to my mind.
I watched them one by one, galloping by the shoreline with their manes being blown backwards by the force of wind. And as I watched all I could think of was how I wished to be as free as them.
Wild animals, tamed for people needs. Now they’re unhappy v.v and they used to be wild and free.
very yummy, indeed!
Horses are gallant, graceful animals. Johnny was my favorite.
A beautiful white coat with brown around his eyes. Wise, yet young enough to be my friend. I loved him.
And then he died.
Man 1:”Are you looking to place a few bets on the horses?”
Man 2:”Yes, is this the best place to come?”
Man1: “No this is a greyhound racing track.”
Man 2: “Ah crap.”
look at the horses and how they gallop away, so peaceful and happy and free. who are we to use these animals, to make them carry things and listen to our every command. all the animals, the horses, the birds, cats, monkeys, dogs, all the bears and the tigers, let them roam, wild and free.