High Horse

  It was a horse made of stitches.

Hooves were black as burnt walls,and he barely balanced on his shaky legs. A glue leaked over sloppily sew-in stitches, some fell off and some winds blew into abyss. Look this horse had was lifeless, but the worse was the feeling Stitched Horse radiated. It was a  deep hopelessness.  

Every time this Horse  traveled he was fired with a desire to conquer unknown, to shatter the odds that laughed against him. Sometimes it took minutes to abandon this drunken spirit, or  a passing no one important saying how silly he is. Mostly it was self conflict that extinguished his sparkle. 

He had a best friend Time who would always advise him just right. But Horse agreed to what he could percept, other thoughts horse put in realms of forgotten, for he was shortsighted. Or it might be he miscalculated between ideology and crude reality in veils of gray that awaits for him to learn to paint. Who knows? 

Horse should not bother with any of these for he is a Horse. It was the worst when Time would cross him over, or step on him, but it was delightful when Time gifted him with Wisdom, Experience and Joy. 

One day our Horse stopped to think for himself. "What made me this way? Why do I fall apart before I can learn from my failures?"

 He decided to ask Time. 

Time, smooth and firm as it had always been, replied casually to his friend Horse.

 "Thoughts of others shape reality of others. You were thoughts of some who thought poorly for they were poor in spirit."

Horse stopped. His hooves rooted. Out of nowhere a stable of gold stationed behind him. He turned his head slowly to his left.

 A Black Stallion with strong and graceful body cannoned through stable doors, his Hell red eyes possessed a piercing look of an iron will. Black Stallion proudly dashed by Stitched Horse. The dashing was not from this world; absent of one self yet connected to everything on all levels of one being.

Then something strange happened. 

Our Stitched Horse saw another stitched horse right in the same spot, looking exactly the same, radiating precisely to the degree.

 An Essence of Stitched Horse followed its Potential that led to a proper Owner. 

Reviews

[Sesame]

Hi Darko,

I am not sure I have understood the essence of your story here. Is it in the sentence "Thoughts of others shape reality of others."? Anyway I like your choice for words to describe desolation, it paints a vivid picture. Besides that I am afraid to say that your spelling and punctuation is quite sloppy. For example:

lifeless look, ,but (a comma to many)

perfectly fitting description of meek. (consider 'the embodiement of the word meek.')

Every time this Horse had traveled (mixing up tenses here: delete the 'had')

a best friend Time who would always advice him (advise)

Why I fall apart before I could self destruct, or self product? (consider: "Why do I fall apart before I can self-destruct?" I do not know what you mean by 'self product')

Experience, and Joy. (style issue here: use a comma or the word 'and' before the last element in your sentence)

an icon ; a solid (remove the space before semicolon)

The dashing was Alienated from this world (consider: "the dashing was alien" of "the dashing was not from this world.")

Next to that you have a peculiar way of using CAPITALS in your text. But I trust this is a conscious choice?

All in all a nice read but spend more time on the details!

Regards, Sesame.

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[Satoshi IroTzu]

Many, many thanks.