A collection of short stories

Trapped from freedom

It opened slowly and steadily. Charlotte made sure it was only big enough for herself to fit through. I could sense she was trying not to give me any chances.

But she underestimated my power. Perhaps she didn't think I could do it. Or perhaps she thought I would never be brave enough to try. Nevertheless, I did, and I have to say the expression on her face was to die for.

As soon as my back hoof left the ground I started charging at full power and speed. I couldn't jump fences.. I wasn't a show jumper and this was a huge thick one. I sprinted straight for Charlotte, or the gap behind her.

I realised I would have to knock her over to get past her, or lift her out of the way... Maybe she wanted an escape just as much as I did.

I came at full speed towards her. Using my teeth and head I hurled her up onto my back and charged straight through the gap making it wide enough for my body to fit through.

The breeze blew my mane back and forth. As I accelerated, Charlotte screamed louder. But I didn't mind, I could buck her off my back any moment I wanted.

After all I was known as 'the secret'. I didn't understand what it meant. I only understood I had been been stuck behind a gate in a small shed all my life. The prison I always wanted to be free from..

Soon I reached my full speed, it was epic! I gave out a huge neigh and licked the wind blowing by.

"No don't! You'll get attention!!" She screamed.
"Stop! STOP!!" She yelled.

But it was too late, suddenly a group of men hurdled towards me, I tried to dodge them but they lassoed ropes around me and broke me into a fall.

Confused and terrified, I screamed and scrambled about on the ground. The ropes burning me across my trembling body.

"We found him, finally!"

They gripped Charlottes arm and tossed her aside into the mud, ordering her to be gone. She had no choice but to obey.

They firmly forced me up and dug a hefty saddle onto my bare back. Resisting, I jumped on my hind legs and shrieked.

Then I saw it, the thin, long whip that he was clenching. It wasn't long before I felt the blood gashing out of my skin, while I raced through the direction he reigned me, in a state of panic.

That horrifying sensation has never left me. It lives within me. And from that day nothing ever changed...