Belt Auction

What do you think? Boredom led to story? [:?

Okay, so I had nothing else to do with my time haha. So, whilst boredom played my mind, I thought I'd write a story? I'm not confident with my writing and it's for fun. What d'you guys think? I'm 16 by the way, and writing isn't my strongest point :]. Feel free to edit it if you like or if you spot anything that could be changed :) x Knowing the unforgiving truth of what the future held, I sat my ground strongly, my eyes fixed on each hopeless and saddened creature that passed through the glaring eyes of many. Their once beauty, each individual varying in ages showed, unravelled into a sensation of pain and heart ache. Teary eyed, in my mind I thought of helping each, but my heart told another story. Realistically I could do nothing but watch as the auctioneer scrambled out his words, describing each carelessly. Such magnificent creatures, that to myself were priceless, were sold little to nothing. How my heart ached to see their pain, their ability to forever hold their peace and no one to stand by and speak the truth of what they could only wish to say. Many I had seen, I knew for a fact, wouldn’t live to see the next spring. Many I knew were destined for the food production industry, many for worthless items. Others, destined for hope and love. That day, I didn’t think that I could change a life of such a majestic and breath-taking creature. I was wrong. Here, my journey only began. A journey of hope, love and a forever friendship that would build me up from strength to strength. It's definitely not finished yet :L But I'm not sure whether to carry it on? Haha, what do you think? Should I carry it out longer into a full on story? [: I've followed your advice and continued the story. Here's some of the beginning: Ever since a little girl, even before I could talk, my heart and mind were always ideally at a combination, set particularly on the idea of one thing. Horses. I always knew that they were the only things that could ever fulfil my ambitions in life. Growing up as a lonely child, living life on the rough edge was always forever hard. I had little to nothing to look ahead too and little possessions to call my own. I was never one for asking for the impossible, but could only wish that someday, I would always get what I had dreamed of. A horse. Once I could finally call my own. One that would always be there and never turn their back on me, even through the hardest of times, I’d still always have my best friend right beside me; someone that would never leave me, or hurt me, or abuse me. But one that would forever me, not because of what I was, but for who I was, knowing that I could always turn to them. Each day I wished, each night I prayed. But no hope came. No one listened. No one ever seemed to anymore. I lost all hope I ever had, and my dream too, was slowly disappearing without a grasp. I held on for so long, wanting something so bad, that I believed it would always come true. But realistically, I knew it was just another fantasy of mine. ***But one that would forever love me, not because of what I was, but for who I was, knowing that I could always turn to them, and they'd still be waiting, not matter the time, or day. They'd still be there.

Public Comments

1. thats REALLY GOOD
2. Very well written. Now finish it! LOL
3. great! i would say you should definitely finish it! Happy Trails!