Romans & histoires Cool Breeze Stables

I smile to myself , happy that I will be able to look at this place whenever I want. I turn around swiftly , beginning the rest of my journey towards the stables. After a few miles , I see the stables coming in to my view. At first , the stables look small as small as a servants room however , as I step closer and closer towards it it seems to get larger and larger by size. I am a few feet away from it , and instead of entering it I just stare at it in awe. It is massive compared to the stables I had back at home – I take a deep breath and smell the fresh woody smell that radiates from the chocolate coloured wood. It feels comfortable and cozy here – I can tell that I will be spending most o

We headed outside into the cold. "The storm's coming fast," I said. "We need to move." The stables sat a quarter mile from the main house. I kept two horses there. It belonged to Isolde before she died. After she died, I couldn't bring myself to sell them. Bronwyn didn't complain about the cold or the work. Her cheeks turned pink from the wind. Her breathing became harsh. "Hand me that wrench," I said. "Where'd you learn to work like this?" I asked.

The late July sun hung low over the rolling fields of Willow Creek Farm, turning the tall grass gold and the air thick with the scent of cut hay, warm earth, and horse sweat. The day’s lessons were done; most of the boarders had already loaded their trailers and left. Only one horse remained in the outdoor arena—a big bay warmblood named Titan, still damp from his cooldown bath, ears flicking lazily as flies danced around him.

He's being so protective and gentle with me which isn't how he usually acts and It's a strange thing. A loud bang rings out and a gust of wind tears more of the stable away. Within seconds two of the walls have completely gone and everything that was in the stables by those walls has gone too. The wind is getting even stronger causing anything loose to start moving. There's hay everywhere in sight and flying objects landing all over the place.

The engines of the steel coils whim in a frequency that runs me through the boot soles straight into the bones. Maneuvering in the purple storm felt like would control a wild animal through a gorgeous riverbed. The new Carbonium wings of the wind bridges are threateningly bent among the incomparable Böen, but they didn't break. They breathed with the wind, just like Zephyr it had promised. “Drugs on a catching course!” Kael grumbled behind me. His heavy hands lay loose

"You know, back home we spend much of the day hiding from the sun. Up here, I think I'm going to have to seek it out just to keep warm." Elissa motioned, "Stables are off to the left here." Before them was an expansive pasture with stables large enough for fifty horses to be housed. However, there were only about a dozen out grazing at the moment, his among them. "Look at that... he could behave himself..." she laughed.

She hadn't expected this—nothing about the area had hinted at such a hidden marvel. The stable looked like something out of a high-end countryside dream. Smooth mahogany doors, brass nameplates on each stall, and a faint scent of hay and polished leather filled the air. Inside, sleek, well-groomed horses peered curiously over stall doors. Their manes glistened like they'd been brushed by fairies. “They’re so beautiful…” Lucia whispered, wide-eyed. “I think their hair is glossier than mine. That’s not fair.” Adrian chuckled softly. A stablehand handed her a few apples, and she tentatively stepped forward to feed one of the horses. It nudged her palm gently before munching contentedly. A soft

I wonder what my grandfather was hiding and why he refused to tell me the truth. As I unloaded the horses from the trailer, I couldn't help but take in the breathtaking equestrian facility before me. The barn was massive, measuring two hundred by three hundred feet. The left side of the barn housed twenty spacious stalls, each with a window for natural light and ventilation. The wash bay was spotless, and the two grooming bays were equipped with everything a horse could need to look their best. The large tack room, with its swivel door, was a horse lover's dream. It was spacious enough to store everything from saddles to bridles and had plenty of room to move around.

Melissa's POV A gentle breeze caressed the air, bringing with it a sense of serenity. The atmosphere was cool and refreshing, with a subtle crispness that invigorated the senses. The soft whispers of the wind rustled through the surroundings, creating a soothing melody that calmed the mind. As the breeze swept past, it carried the sweet scent of nature, filling the air with a fragrant aroma. The coolness danced across the skin, leaving a trail of refreshment in its wake. The atmosphere was peaceful, with a sense of tranquility that seemed to envelop everything.

The front of the stable was designed so that the chapel was across the courtyard. Kai was mesmerized by the grandeur of the stables, unlike anything he had ever seen before. He stepped through a vaulted ground floor and found a storage yard where shiny harnesses hung. A mixture of fragrances filled the air: horse, hay, leather and polish. There is a marble communal drinking fountain for the stables at the back of the yard, next to which are separate entrances to the stables. Kai walked across the stones on the floor illuminated by torches, barely making the sound of footsteps as was the habit of Bow Street policemen. Insulting his silence, the horses stomped and snorted warily as he advanced