Inspirational Quotes Horse Novels & Stories

It's been a while since she had ridden a horse. She remembered what her father told her when he was teaching her how to ride a horse, "Horses can sense fear and may tense up. The first motion you can build up with your horse is trust. " And that was what she was doing. To her, to ride on a horse is to fly without wings. The speed was exhilarating. Feeling the weight of the horse underneath her, being carried by each graceful stride, and the wind whipping around as they raced around the barnyard- it was a taste of paradise.

"Why are we hitting the road by sundown and not by sun-now? "I like that English. Sun-now. It's nice. But for now, we rest at sun-now." The funniest thing was that, the horse moved it's mouth when it spoke. An actual talking horse. "It was nice of you to travel late in the day, but you could have waited till nightfall." "Why?"

She crouched again and tried communicating with the horse through the gap under the railing. "Let me tell you, you need to buckle up," she said. The black horse remained unresponsive. "There are numerous mares out there. Just because one thinks you're ugly, doesn't mean all of them think you are." The black horse still didn't seem to understand and turned its head. "I know she's your childhood sweetheart," Charlotte continued. She sighed and looked in Griffith's direction before continuing, "But, no matter how good she is, she's already taken. You should think about yourself.

How can someone be so perfect? “Clear your mind.” He yells, tapping the reins faster. Maximus, the white horse runs faster now, he’s right, my mind is clearing, just by thinking of the way Mrs. Perry talked to me, or how everyone treats me like trash makes me gallop into the forest. Soon, we stop, and I descend from the horse, there’s a layer of sweat forming on my forehead, and I wipe it away, my chest heaved from the run, just exactly what I needed.

The journey to the castle was a long, slow, and tedious. Most of the way was up hill and the path was rocky. The mid morning sun shown brightly as cottony white clouds floating bye on a sea of rich blue sky. The trees started to show tinges of yellow, orange, and red. The early signs of autumn were approaching. The air had a warm feel but a crisp smell. Cassia stepped on a rock and stumbled. She lightly tweaked her ankle which earned an “Ouch!” With a hiss of pain. Her companions paused to check on her. The large black horse nudged her with his mussel. “I’m alright….. you know we need to give you a name. Something other than horse.” Cassia looked at the great beast. “What is your name?” She