The Last Ride

Short Story. It's about the love of a carousel horse.

 

The last Ride

 

 

There were a few storm clouds over head. A slight drizzle was in the air.

She climbed through a torn chain link fence. She held a rose in her hand.

She walked over some trees that fell years ago. As she walked through the abandon amusement park, she had a smile on her face. The wind whipped through the old buildings. Creaks and groans filled the park. As if sprits of the past were welcoming her.

But nothing caught her attention except for one thing, the old carousel. She remembered when she was a little girl; her mother would put her on one horse and no other. It looked liked a winged Pegasus.

   Her mother would say, “This horse will protect you as you ride it.”

As she grew up, the old amusement park fell to ruins. She never came by to visit it. No one wanted fix it, so they left it. She saw the old carousel, it was rusted, and parts of the wood were rotted and termite infested. She walked around until she found what she wanted. The old Pegasus. The paint was almost all gone it had gashes in it. The pole that ran through it was rusted and the wood about and below was rotted. The horse looked angry and vicious. She did not care how it looked she was so happy that it was still there. The wind started to pick up. The rain started come down harder. Lighting struck just out side the park. She ran her hands over the nose of the wooden steed.“I missed you.” She said walking around it.

   The angry look remained on its face. She climbed on its back. The wind and the unstable surface of the platform slowly moved the old ruin. The music started up. It sounded like a demon was at the organ. The buildings seemed to howl as the old merry go-round moved. She got excited. Around and around it moved. The demon at the organ must have been insane as the carousel moved faster and faster. She held on, she was so happy that she could ride her horse again. The pole was cutting in to the wood above it. Faster and faster the old carousel moved. The pole on the bottom of the rotted floor gave way. It dug in to the ground. Throwing the girl to the ground, the horse landed on her. The entire carousel crashed to the ground. Thunder and lighting filled the air. There was no wind. No sounds. The lighting and thunder stopped. The horse laded on her. The rose was a few inches from her hand. The rain came down as if it was crying. A few clouds moved and the full moon was above. Peace filled the amusement park.

 

Fin

Author's Note

May have some grammer and other problems. Please try and enjoy

Reviews

[selkietales]

Wait, she died? But she was so happy to finally be with the pegasus, or maybe it was that they were together she could let go? Hmm.. Anyway, this is really good and it sort of grips you. I'll probably randomly think about it again tomorrow. You've successfully invaded my thoughts :P

[*~DreamDeamon~*]

Grammer issues yes but aside from that i wish you would have written a little more. But still it is a good write and kept me reading and salavating for more. Very nice write of a childhood memory turned into a little bit of a nightmare. Nice write!

[Olivia Carmine]

Wow. I can concrit this for you if you like. I don't think I quite understood what the ending was meant to be, but there was definitely an atmosphere about this piece that I really did enjoy. Let me know if you want concrit; I'll be happy to oblige...

[TL Boehm]

Wow. First, I understand why you stopped writing. I mean I don't know the specifics, but I do know that writing ebbs and flows. This piece has potential. For me personally, I love carousels and unicorns and roses and for that reason my heart really ached for an alternate ending. The chill provided in this one wrenched my heart. But - the story line and its turns - that belongs to you and you must write it as it is. It is a good story. Chilling. A cruel twist. But good. I hope you return to it at some point and give it the polish it deserves. Peace.