Silver Is His Name

With every hole in the old pavement we ran over, the trailer behind us rose up and down. The crisp shriek of the metal made the ear drums curl. We were on our way, just where I wanted to go. The horse I wanted was becoming more near with every turn we made. Only 250km still to drive.

As a dust trail began to form behind our vehicle, we drove up the dirt driveway with excitement. I was finally here. I actually made it. Wanting that horse more than anything I've ever visioned. It was now just a matter of seconds before I get to meet him. Gelding and high spirited the nicest personality you can find. Young too, only 3 years of age, 3 years of training and 3 years of riding. That would all change when I mount him. Tall and slick, bay. He wouldn't be a cheap horse but I don't care, I want him and I already love him.

Right when I saw him I came up for a name, he now goes by Silver. Silver like the reflection of sun on water. Silver like the bridal and silver like the star on his face. It truly represented him in more ways than just words.

He was meant to be mine because the owner, well previouse owner said, "get him out of here. You people drove all the way up here just take him and forget the money". I would of gladly paid for him. Of course I had all the money ready to go. Babysitting really started to pay off. But now I have all that money to buy Silver new tack. Saddle blanket fly and face sheet. All that jazz and because this horse cost $2300.00 cash i still after all that had money left over for me. It took three years of babysitting, birthday and Christmas money to get this far. When I started saving Silver was just an infant, a colt with his own opinion on life.

"Welcome home, Silver". I whispered as I slowly and steadily brought him out or the trailer. "Have a look around boy." I let him off the halter so he could find some new friends and just become familiar with his new home. Of course our whole yard was fenced and at the top there was electric, nobody would get out then. I always think its cruel but, if you cant beat your parents join them. Well I do have to say, I agree with them. It did keep all our animals safe inside our property.

Watching him outside adapting to the new smells was a joy to experience. He was so strongly stanced all the time. Hardly trained, but that never showed. He is the the friend I never had.

Feeling the hot soapy water on my hands made me fatigue, the soothing smell of fresh cut grass outside was quite rejuvenating. The pleasant breeze that scurried down our pasture was a great chance for the horses to reawaken after being in the scorching sun all day. I decided it was the perfect time to go for a ride.

Saddling up silver brought us closer together. When I was on him, it was like we were one. When I ride Silver the only thing I feel is.... free.

Silence surrounds us and only the light of the sunset gleams on my shoulders. The calming slurps of Silvers mouth was like music to my ears. "I never want to be without you" I whispered one more time. "I'm glad I found you, I'm gald your mine".

A Life to Remember

Slight movements, and noises float in the air surrounding my body. I lay there, silently on the grass under the oak tree in my back yard, watching the clouds change form as the wind begins to pick up speed. This is my life, my world. All captured in the leaves of this tree that droops over me above. Distant noises become more clear and I soon realize whats heading my way. The smell of mothers freshly cooked pie by the window has been carried down to my area in a short amount of time. Its like a sanctuary out here. Peaceful as it gets. No arguments or fighting. Only the sound of newborns coming out from their hidden homes in the forest to discover the world. Other animals beginning to re-adapt to this world after a perpetual winter has finally ended. This is the farm of the Fredricksons. Me, I'm Coraline Fredrickson. I live with my mother and father in a old farm house. I love this home, its the best you could ever spot. No other homes around for miles, except of course for my friend Macy Jones who lives about half a kilometer away, a ten minute walk and wham another home. Its really just her house and mine. Have good luck finding a different one. Unless you feel like driving four miles west. We've known each other technically forever, She loves to paint and I love to collect rocks. Those would probably be our only differences. One thing for sure, is that were connected in the sense that we both like horses. Riding, swimming with them all that you can imaging we do it with our horses and we do it together.

It was beginning to get dark. I decided to walk home from Macy's that night, even though her parents offered to give me a ride I declined it. I was determined to walk home after all what could possibly go wrong?

As I began to see the sudden twinkle of a light in the distance, I start to run thinking that its the porch lights of my home. But this time the walk only took me five minuets instead of ten. Slowing down, I see a shape standing behind the light. I quickly get off the path that I had created always going back and fourth from my house to Macy's. Hiding behind a tree, I slowly calm my nerves. Taking silent breathes waiting for the unknown to pass and move on. but what if It is heading to Macy's. I have to warn them I thought to my self. My mind was at a blurb. What should I do, go home and call her or run back. I know a short cut it will only take me three minutes but it will be all off road, or should I go home and call. That will take me five minutes. Choosing to run back to Macy's could of been the last decision I ever got to make.....

Reaching the house, the shape with the light was hot on my tail. Quickly and trying to be quite I ran into the back door. Macy's father gave e a weird expression, and asked me the same question as he always done, but this time he noticed the fright in my eyes, "Coraline, whats wrong you look like you've seen a ghost." I quickly replied back to him in a terrified voice, "I was walking in the forest on my way home, some weired thing passed me. It must of been a man cause it walked on two legs and it was holding a flashlight. Hes coming this way I had to warn you guys." He raged up the stairs to see if Macy and her mom were still in her room from the time that I left. He told them to turn off the lights up there and be very quite then, Mr. Jones ran down stairs to grab his 22 rifle to make sure we were safe.

It was scilent, but not peaceful. We were all scared, Macy and me were petrified. Why would somebody come all the way out here, what would they be looking for or want. Those thoughts made us both freeze, as though we were petrified. Mr. Jones gave the last commands, "everyone stay on the ground lay down, don't make any noise he's passing." My breath stopped, I couldn't take in oxygen. We saw the shadow pass in the gleaming moonlight. It soon left but why, why out here. "He had a gun, I don't know what he wanted to use it on, but one thing for sure is, both of you have lost the privilege to walk through the forest until we find who that was." I called my mom asking her to pick me up. She sounded, upset what could of gone wrong, she asked if Mike, Mr. Jones would drive me home. For some odd reason she wasn't going anywhere.

As I arrived at the end of my driveway I saw blood. Maybe father ran over a chicken by accident. Mike, Macy and I ran to the door. Our hearts pounding in fear with the question, whats going on? What has happened?

The tears were draining, the man who I walked pass, was in fact a killer. My worst fear. He had walked passed here and shot our new born horse. Clover was her name. Why would anyone want to do something so cruel. to the mare and to her filly. I had to get revenge. It was the only thing I could think of at this point. I was going to find him and i was going to hurt him. Put him in jail for truss passing, slaughter, and animal rights. He was going down and he was going down hard.

The next morning Macy's family and mine, got an early start to get to the police office right when it opened. Telll them the new so we together could catch this potcher. He said I will se what I can do. We headed into town. We were out of groceries and it was time to get a treat. Dads cell phone began to ring. The sherrif at the police office found the mans profile. His name was Drew Lenning. He has no recored of doing anything against the law. So why now we had to ask our selves why us? Some answeres are never found.

5 months later:

Never again was there a sighting of Drew Lenning. He had come and pasted the radio just stated that another animal slaughter occured 26 miles from here. Repeating those words, felt like nail at my back. Hes still out there and hes still active. I will never forget what happened that night when everything was normal and the daytime when the light came out. untill hes caught forever will i saty in the dark.

Drew Lenning was never found, they say that he will strike again. But maybe this time somewhere near you.

The Journey: What do I Want To Do Before I Die

What do you want to do before you die. Could it possibly be travel the world this is what I want to do, this is where my journey begins. Read my list......


The car is swerving, back and fourth across the yellow line that breaks up left from right traffic. I start to think, and asking questions to myself that have no answer. I wanted to travel the world, go to university. Make a difference in the life of others. In my case, I've never gotten to grow up. When your young, everybody who you know, asks you the same question. "What do you want to be when you grow up". My answer was always the same, " I want to be a veterinarian". That hope, that dream will now never come true. As the high beams of a vehicle become more clear I knew right then and there I was done for it. We swerved into the opposite lane, the on coming traffic was a death trap for me and my family. It was just too soon. Then it hit all was lost.


I have no idea where I am, could I be lost. Paramedics rush to my body but soon look up giving the CPR procedure and shake there head. Suddenly I realized that in that very moment the life had been shaken out of me. I was dead. But how, why. I had so much to live for. My pets at home my mom and dad. This cant be happening wake up I told myself, wake up. I screamed at the top of my lungs, "somebody, anybody can you hear me !". The paramedics soon after me, had rushed over to my family. The heart meter was a negative, but after a few hits to the chest it was positive and soon the life was brought back again. One of the police cars was off to the side with an RCMP leaning against the hood. Shaking his head at the look of my helpless body that was once me. Awake, feeling and alive. I knew he thought there could still be a miracle just waiting to be taken up with. He ran over to me, the sound of his footsteps was like the quite whisper of the wind. He once again began the CPR procedure, as I coughed a breath was released. I was so excited and, but at the same moment my heart began to fall. never would it stop, I was in a comma. I was so fortunate for that man to have hope. When I wake up I will give him many thanks for believing that miracles do come true. I wonder why I'm still invisible, but now that I know I'm in good hands and alive I will be able to do what I want before I die. I most definitely wont go to university because that is strictly something I just rather do alive in my real body. I will travel the world go places I've always wanted, and better yet it will all be at no cost.

Travel to Paris for a week, see the sunset over the ocean. My dreams and journeys will never end even when I awake from this deep sleep. I will watch over my family as they heal at a faster pace than me. Just before I see my eyes start to open. Suddenly closing as the light above is much too bright. For the last few seconds that seem like days watching over my adrenaline raging body I say one last sentence, for I am still invisible. When I awake I will remember this tragedy. I will forgive that night but never will I forget.

What Makes Me Feel Powerful And Also the Powerless

The Powerful:

Is it the understanding of all things around you, or being able to figure out a problem fast? Well for me it's both. You feel powerful and positive inside, when you know something without struggling with it. I think that this is something we should all feel powerful with. That your not just sitting there wondering what if, when you can know what. If you were to ace a test you would feel happy but at the same time I think most of us would surely feel powerful. Power comes from within, first you have to want to be powerful. If you don't believe or want, you simply wont achieve.

The Powerless:

Maybe it's not knowing, and never being able to know. Having a negative output and keeping it. The basics are not understanding. Being frustrated is the most hard thing to overcome. If you do not understand and don't care that word "powerless" will never leave the human mind. If I don't understand and keep trying and still its a little bit cloudy I feel powerless. Or if a member in your family, a love one has past away and there was nothing you personally could do to change it, then i would feel the most powerless of all. I think this is a situation many of teens have had to live through.