Trails: Introductions
I lightly smiled at the music coming from my ear buds, A nice Mozart Symphony. A lively one. The Jupiter, No. 40. da da dee dum da da de dum..da da de dum........I hummed to myself as the music started. I trotted down the lane. The lane wound around...
Ch.23 Movement 3. Rapido
\*\* Dalten Sr stared ahead of him. His wife, Vi, breathed hugely through her equine mouth and nostrils. Labor was well underway. In another room down the hall, his grandson had been born. Dalten Sr. had only eyes for Vi, and his new foal though....
Might Makes Right Chaper 1.5 - Interlude
Franklin looked up at the clock on the mantle within his living room. The whine of a European siren, probably an ambulance, wailed up from the street bellow. Two o'clock. The letter said to meet his contact at four thirty. He had plenty of time. The...
Ch.24 (Movement 3) Dulce
Ch 24 Dulce \*\* The war raged on. Years passed. Dal had taken up the fight. He composed patriotic music. He became a staunch proponent for the cause. He cajoled, he conducted, and he was Dal through and through. Rick was surprised at the equine's...
Ch.18 (Movement 2) Diablo
_Ch.18. (Movement 2) Diablo_ _\*\*_ Dalten and Rick had checked into a hotel, and Dal had called Marc, the representative from his new publisher, as soon as they were settled. He quickly outlined the situation as Rick took a shower. The black equine...
Chapter 1: Overture
Dalton sighed as he ran his thick hooved fingers down his equine nose, his vision a little blurry from fatigue. The sheet of music hadn't changed in the last 5 minutes, and he still didn't have any inspiration. The melody line was fine, the...
Introduction
In times past, there was a phenomenon known as being soul-marked, or as the romantics would put it, true love. This wasn't entirely the case, being soul-marked meant much more than just love, true or not. It meant a binding of souls, and a joining of...
Always Bet On The Grey
The callused paw of Jamie Hawthorn clutched convulsively at the half empty beer glass every time the door opened to the Brushwood Saloon. Every time a shadow fell upon his vision he shied away piteously. Earlier his friend Andy had clasped...
Robbery and Revenge 2
Jessie slept fitfully that night. He had been a pup the last time he'd slept under the stars, and not having a nice warm house around him made it so hard to breathe. He sat up wracking with a cough sometime early in the morning, John shaking him awake,...
A brief pause
Sorry for the brief pause in writing. I've been dealing with back issues. I've got some new meds today and avoided surgery (thankfully) so hopefully I can spend some of this weekend being creative!
Time for truth
The single solitary clock in the musty study ticked the seconds away and slowly chimed eleven times. Each chime was low and solemn. The old man seated in the leather chair opened his gray eyes. He glanced at the fire keeping him warm. He knew it was...
Reaching Within
"Mr. Stevens is on line two Mr. Taylor." The receptionist called over the intercom. "Indeed, thanks Sarah, I'll take it." The tall stallion dressed in a smart navy business suit picked up the phone. "Shaun here.." he intoned as he sat back in his plush...