Pony Curtis Novels & Stories

“Do you ever see him?” “Yeah,” Curtis said. “He comes around maybe once a year, just shows up out of the blue. He’s always drunk, and he’s always looking for money, either to pay off some debt or to put on some horses.” “I’m sorry.” “Yeah, me too. I know how this sounds, and I’m sure it makes me a bad person, but I just keep hoping that he’ll – go away.” Curtis’ eyes were hard, flat. “Like, permanently.”

Shortly thereafter, he shifted his attention back to me, the anticipation of his words hanging in the air. “Have you ridden a horse before?” he asked and I raised a brow. No I haven’t ridden one before. While I had witnessed countless portrayals of horse riding in movies and games, the experience had eluded me. The closest encounter with a horse-like creature had been a black pony, a birthday gift for Kate. Tragically, the pony's life was cut short, despite Kate's fantasy of becoming a queen with a pony sidekick. Her uncle, who owned a ranch, had presented the pony in pursuit of her whimsical dreams.

He was a happy father but also wanted both of his sons to be happy. Curtis was used to luxury so for as long as he was concerned, only the environment and people had changed. Since his daddy whom he always wanted to meet all his life was right before him together with his surprise twin brother, Curtis was over the moon. “No, everything is fine. I like the gray designs,” he observed and acknowledged. Garvin realized that Luna had done more than expected and printed most of the pictures she took of them, framing them in large portraits and hanging them on the walls.

The minutes melted away unnoticed, the rhythmic brushing and occasional nuzzles from the ponies drawing me into a quiet world far from the noise of the party or the drama I’d left behind. “Cassie! Cassie! Cassie!” My name rang out in the distance, cutting through my tranquility. At first, I ignored it, choosing instead to rest my head against the pony’s neck. Tears I didn’t know were still in me began to fall again, silent but heavy. The ponies seemed to sense my sadness, their warm bodies shifting closer, offering a quiet comfort that humans often failed to provide.

But now, as they pulled up the winding drive toward a French château-style mansion nestled in the secluded hills of Springhollow, the whole thing felt like a mistake. Pony had only agreed for one reason which was closure. “Do you even know what today is?” Her voice was steady at first, but her hands trembled at her sides. Her face had lost all color, and her lashes blinked rapidly, betraying the glossiness in her eyes. “I thought you'd remember.”

My throat closed with tears “Please don’t leave us.” His gaze flickered to Axel and Zarek. “Take care of her.” “You don’t have to tell me that old man” Curtis smiled faintly, then coughed, his body shuddering as he went still. A sob tore from my chest as I collapsed against him, my hands curling my fist into his blood-soaked shirt. Curtis was gone. And Varda had won.

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

They don’t have anyone to defend them anymore. Curtis realizing that he have made friend with the wrong people let out a burst of laughter. At last, his old age have made his mind gibberish. Even his judgment wasn’t what it used to be like anymore. For he have joined hands with an unworthy ally. He thought about his sins and the guilt against his clan. He sighs and whispers, “Even she won’t be able to help if the whole entire werewolves clans comes for us.” Then a chuckle of madness crackled the air. He almost sounds as if he was ready for his demise. Austin thought it was strange as this eagle was looking rather cheerful before his death “What’s so funny?” asked Austin. He thought that mayb

Everly is in the barn, and I go in to find her and tell her I’m leaving, and she should head in to start helping Aunt Kim with dinner. “Okay,” Everly says and goes to Thor’s stall. The pony flattens his ears and turns away from her. “Hey, little dude.” She undoes the latch on his door and slides it open a few inches but doesn’t step inside. “You’re going to be my friend by the time we leave.” “Just remember ponies are the OG creators of Little Man syndrome,” I say, swinging keys to Aunt Kim’s truck around my fingers. Everly laughs and turns away from Thor to look at me. “Oh, I remember. I learned how to ride on Star, and she was a chestnut mare and a Welsh pony.”

“That is so beneath you Curtis.” Curtis smiled wryly. He is learning new things about this group of friends every day, normally it was Rima and Stanley who completes each other statements like this with Penn rolling his eyes but it seemed like when one of them was not around, Penn could fill in the spot with no problem. “Very funny you two but try not to reduce my chances with her.” Curtis decided to go along with the ruse which Stanley and Penn had just unknowingly created with him, Patty was not happy with that ruse judging by the glare she sent him.