Below is a short story I wrote in high school. I came across it recently and decided to share it. It is the same story (with 2-3 word changes) that was written all those many years ago. Let me know what you think
The air was clean, the mountains were beautiful, and the smell of the wild flowers could tame the wildest of animals. Walking to the clear, cool water of a nearby lake, the hunter prepared to fill his water bottles. He hears an eagle cry as it flies through the air. Relaxing, he looks at the beauty of his surroundings and prepares for the hunt.
He walks over to his quarter horse and checks the saddle. As he begins to tighten it, he hears a sound. Wondering what had made the sound but thinking more of the hunt, he dismissed it as the wind and went to check his small string of sixteenth horses. The hunter thinks to himself and smiles about his decision not to bring the thirty-second horses (they’re just too small). [Read more…]