Lexington Horse Painting Novels & Stories

He looked full of vigor and was as elegant and noble as an aristocrat from the last century. Beside him, he held a young horse, which was completely white. Its eyes carried a hint of pride. "Mr. Winchester, this is so clandestine. What is all this for?" She looked at the person and the horse standing side by side couldn't help but smile. "This horse is the purebred offspring of two champion horses." Darren evaded the question, extending his hand toward her. In his dark eyes, there was a hint of warmth. "This is a gift for you. Do you like it?"

a very smart theory. "I was never hiding in any bush. I just came." Lex was puzzled. He didn't see an entrance behind those bushes. "Then how did you get here?" The man gestured skyward. Lex looked up. What he saw was something his mouth might never be able to say. He tried to say something but the sound didn't come out. Above them, was a white horse. Attached to its sides were black wings. On the head of the flying horse, were two horns. This horse breathed blue flames, and had sabertooth. Planted on the skin between its eyes were the numbers:

As Felix didn’t own any crayons, Aaron had done his drawing using pencils and blue and black pens. “It’s beautiful Aaron. She’s going to love it.” Cassie assured. Felix squinted at the drawing. “Is that a squid?” He asked, pointing at the blue creature with black polka dots that the people in Aaron’s drawing were sitting on. “No.” Aaron answered with a frown. “It’s a horse. See the mane and the tail.” He explained pointing at various things. “Lily likes horses. I do too but she likes them more.” Felix nodded even though he couldn’t see the alleged mane and the tail. To him, the ‘horse’ looked like a squid suffering from some sort of musculoskeletal and dermatological disease.

Beautiful and dangerous. I found myself standing just outside of the Antique Shop, lingering in front of one of the large windows. A child's rocking horse sat on display, but there was nothing old about this antique. The horse was a brilliant shade of white, with multicolor crystals embedded in its mane. The saddle was a beautiful shade of red, in complete contrast with the golden mane and tail.

They hired workers and experts to maintain their horses’ health, including diet, grooming, and performance. The damn horse stable was bigger than my apartment. From the bottom of each stall hinged door was made of wood with bars attached in elegantly U-shaped allowing the head of the horse to move freely. It had windows and fans for ventilation and didn’t even smell disgusting at all. There were saddles, stirrups, headgear, halters, and bridles hung on its corner. “That’s Applejack, Bianca’s horse.” Bob pointed to the horse with a tall and slim figure. He said it was a thoroughbred and one of the most expensive horses that originated from England.

Harvey is a beautiful American Paint Horse. He is a mix of Blank and White and I will admit he is my favorite. He is a very docile creature and he has helped me more than most people know. Harvey was the first horse I was introduced to when I started equestrian therapy. I was a bit intimidated by him, but he proved to be just what I needed. He dealt with me on my good and my bad days and was always there when I needed him. And tonight I need him again.

It took away from that hard image I worked to project. I turned to see the little boy I had spotted on the porch yesterday. I smiled, appreciating his curiosity. “Yes, it is. She’s a mare. Her name is Fiona.” “What’s a mare?” “A mare is a girl horse,” I answered, trying to keep it simple. “This particular horse is called a paint.” “A paint?” he asked, scrunching up his nose. “What’s that?” I laughed, realizing I was probably giving the poor kid way too much information. “A paint is a type of horse, like a bulldog is a type of dog.”

I really like horses. I really like horses. I really like horses. Kristin Kitts kept repeating it to herself as she headed back to Lucasville from her latest round of photo shoots at Lexington horse farms. The job had sounded like a dream in the beginning - go to Kentucky and take pictures for a booklet the state department of travel and tourism was putting together. Since she'd gone out on her own, she'd slowly been building her credentials, and this would give them a huge boost. She could thank her friend, Janice, for pushing to send the job her way. Right now, she was focusing on Lexington, known as the horse capital of the world. There were certainly enough horse farms to see.

This was a novel experience for me too, having never done such a thing in my thirty-four years of life! The boys loved the ducklings and lambs! Zayden loved Chesterfield, a wild black stallion they had rescued recently. “Dad, do you know horse riding?” he asked eagerly. I moved away since it brought back memories of the first time I had seen him! Flashback Seventeen Years Ago “Knox, I’m not interested in horses! What am I doing here?” I had a school assignment to complete, but Knox brought me to Maddox’s dad’s sprawling equestrian facility, where they trained fine breeds for sale and races.

He looked curiously over the open green hills that faded into a clean forest toward the edges and at the horses grazing contentedly in the fields. The horses were Marsh Tackies, a rare breed specific to Carolina, closely related to the Banker Horse of the Outer Banks, as they are also descendants of the Colonial Spanish horses brought to America. They were Mauricio’s pride, feeling a close connection to them as both of their roots were bound to Spain. Richard pulled into the circular driveway and entered through the front door, finding his Uncle Edward relaxing on the back lanai. Edward stood up and embraced him, then settled back into his chair as Richard took a seat on the love seat adjace