Someday Stables Novels & Stories

“I’m not worried about the poop.” I know what she means. I just refuse to say it out loud. The stables are on the edge of the compound, near training fields. The smell hits like a wall, hay, sweat, manure, damp wood. A stablemaster, broad, shouldered and unimpressed, hands me gloves and a shovel without introducing himself. “You’re late,” he grunts. “I was assigned ten minutes ago,” I reply automatically. He gives me a look that says princesses don’t last here. “Stall row three. Don’t leave a mess.”

“Then help me with the horses. Learn something new. Who knows — maybe you’ll find out you’re good at it.” I looked at him for a moment, then nodded. “Alright. You’ve got yourself an assistant.” “Good man,” he said, clapping me on the shoulder. “Come on then. You can help with the trailer.” We walked toward the stables together, the morning air cool and filled with the soft sounds of hooves shifting in straw. Jack started talking about the studs — their temperaments, their bloodlines, their value — and though I’d never cared much for livestock, I found myself genuinely interested.

Nostalgia welled up inside me and I tried to hold back my emotions, reminding myself of the plan at hand. His eyes softened with understanding. “Your father's old spot is still open, dear. And that feisty mare you used to love? She had a filly last spring. She’s got her mother's spirit. Hers name’s Fudge.” Perfect. Everything was falling into place. “Just stay clear of the south course,” he warned as he led us to the stables. “That's where they're setting up for the charity event.” “Wouldn't dream of interfering,” I assured him, even though that was exactly where we'd end up.

Tenac asked. “I would love to” “Okay, come along, he’s in another stable” Tenac told her and lead her outside. “These two stables” Tenac said, pointing at the one they just exited and the one next to it. “They hold the general horses. Any rider or aari can use them after letting the stable master know. The two stables over there” he said pointing at two stables that stood at a nighty degree angle of each other. “Are where the horses that are owned by a rider are” he continued. “The last stable over there is for the horses owned by aari. Not many aari have horses, they mostly use the communal ones” he finished as they walked into one of the stables holding riders’s horses. “This is Addon” Ten

There were more members here than at the Sea Witch Coven by the sounds of it, and possibly even more than what the Timber Coven had. We quickly found the stables and dismounted from our horses as two boys came to take them to rest in some stalls with grain and water. I turned to Ember and took her hand while making sure not to step on Bastet’s tail as he sat in the middle of the road right in the way while yawning.

CORA At the stables the next day, everywhere felt tensed as the stable hands set up the Dreadbeasts. These creatures were massive, their dark coats glistening under the morning sun. The journey back to the pack grounds was starting, and I could see two carriages being prepared for the trip.

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

I frown concerned, but she shakes her head before she nuzzles my collar bone, I understand that she is thanking me, and I place my hand on her cheek, then a smile comes unbidden to my face. “You’re welcome.” I leave her stall, locking the door and suddenly I feel drained. I place my hand on Matt’s shoulder before I walk past him and out of the stables. Once back out in the sunshine, I take a moment to look around me. This is it. This is my home now. Time to start again. As I renew my resolve I turn towards the main house, it’s time I unpacked my things and started looking at the running of the business. I glance at the paddocks as I pass and see many horses out grazing, others are being lung

XANDRY This place was surprisingly incredible. I didn’t even know that a barn and horse stable would ever get my interest, not until tonight. Bob and his family bred, trained, and sell horses. They hired workers and experts to maintain their horses’ health, including diet, grooming, and performance.

Just dark silence and pain. At least the stables also got a redo. It’s no longer the stale, damp, concrete nightmare from before. The 50 shades of stark memories have been stripped away. Replaced with warm sandstone and fresh white walls, accented with sleek ebony wood like the rest of the buildings. The light and dark form a striking contrast — like the present and the past of the place. As if trying to be something else now. Something better. Something clean. Take the staircase in the stables, for instance … it’s still there, sanded down, it gleams under new varnish like it never held secrets.