Have you ever experienced the wind flapping through your mane and forelock as you gallop through vast plains and over rocky slopes? Have you ever known what freedom feels like, knowing that it isn't free? Of course you haven't. You aren't a horse-shifter like me. Well that so called freedom can be taken away any second of any day. In the blink of an eye, and you probably won't even know it. But I do. It happened to me. Like yesterday, when I was caught by the people that run the Wild Mustang Round Up. It isn't a beautiful sight. But I am. My coat, black as night, red as fire in sunlight. My mane, dark as coal, wild as the wind. My tail, as dark as ebony, that can't be tamed. My spirit? Ha, it is as wild as wild can be. I. Can. Not. Be. Tamed.

Those monsters that haunt your dreams, are real. The ones that hide under your bed, are real. The ones that go bump in the night, are real. You should most definitely be, afraid.

Leonardo Da Vinci. A painter with passion. A man who crafted many famous paintings. To this day they are still loved and admired by many. However, little do people know each painting holds a message only known to few. A message so secret, it could change the world.

Richard Bachman is Stephen King. This is a short work of fiction about the pain of writing fiction. Writing is a thankless and brutal endeavor, but we as authors still press on, if only to touch the heart of one lonely person out there. Is that person you?