Rayla looks at Claira whose short brunette hair is swaying in the wind, and her tall outline looking excited on her little high stepping black Arabian mare named Perfect Image. Rayla looks up to the dark sky breathing in the warm Texan air; her horse, a chestnut quarter horse, prances in excitement.
“Settle down Garnet!” Rayla exclaims.
“Calm down Rayla he is just excited about the ride; after all you haven’t ridden him for a whole week.” Claira replies.
“Well its not my fault! I was sick.”
“Well you should have told me to come ride poor Garnet; I mean seriously he is high spirited. I would have ridden him for you.” Claira explains.
“Ok! I know but instead of just standing here talking while our horses are getting impatient, lets race to the old wind mill.” As the girls gallop toward the corn fields... A silver disk shaped thing comes down from the sky.
“Kssh Kerrn Deppos Rifee tre firsl re ors leekung fo.” the Alien spectator says to the other, much taller one.
“Yes, I believe they are the ones Prioty said would take care of our beloved Dizzle too.” the older much wiser looking alien said.
“Tie!” Rayla exclaims.
“I don’t think so! I got here a whole 2 lengths before you!” Claira argues. Just when Rayla is about to argue some more, she sees a silver disk floating in the night sky above their heads.
“Wh…Whats that?” Rayla utters terror in her voice. Rayla feels her horse tense underneath her. Both girls kick their horses into a fast gallop down the hill away from the mill and away from the silver disk. Garnet and Perfect Image race side by side until they reach the barn. As the girls neared the barn, they slowed and looked over their shoulders.
“Oh my gosh!” Rayla said out of breath.
“I think we are safe now. The thing isn’t following us.” Claira breathed.
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“What do you think that thing was?” Rayla questioned.
“I don’t know, it looked like an alien spaceship.” Claira answered.
“But why was it just floating there?” Rayla asked.
“I don’t know, maybe the aliens inside are sleeping or something.” Claira reasoned. Claira goes over to her bedroom window and peeks out.
“Look! It landed at the bottom of the hill that the abandoned corn mill is on!”
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pinky Joined: Dec-01-2010 |
This story was really fun to write, but it was an inschool assignment.
