This is a story about resilience, peace and finding love. The Characters consist of a small family, a lone boy and a few wolves that have a mission to serve their queen. I've been working on this for 2-3 months..but, sadly, lost to thrill in creating it. There are quite a few grammatical errors, and I apologise for that. I hope you read on and enjoy my mystified creation! ~Work in progress~

This is a story plan. Can't wait to begin the actual story!

Narrowly missing being stolen, a famous racehorse escapes into the wild, but it proves to be difficult as she gives birth to a son. Her foal, a Colt, faster than anything but more wild than ever imagined possible is captured! Will he stay the Horse That Can Never Be Trained or will something break through the barriers of his wild heart.

This is a free verse poem that I did for my schools Art Festival!

This is an unfinished piece of school work that I did in about 3-5 hours. I don't think I will write anymore on it but, I hope you enjoy! COPYRIGHT; All rights reserved for me. Do Not steal, use or reconstruct this story in any way, shape or form!

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.