Adele's Stories

The fire grew rapidly. I didn’t know if I was going to make it out of this alive. The branch I sat in began to bend as the fire slowly ate way at it. I knew climbing the tree was a bad idea. The branch bent lower and lower as I prepared myself for the worst. The branch snapped. I fell. I screamed as I went down and felt the branches I fell through tearing at my skin. It felt like I was falling for hours. Time slowed and I could see a single star from the night sky smiling at me between the burning branches.

I made contact with the ground sooner than I had anticipated. But the ground was soft and silky, not hard and charred like I had expected. And then I started moving. I rolled onto my stomach and and looked around. I was just barely hanging on to a white horse. Startled, I hung on like this for a ways before realizing I should change my seating arrangement. For the comfort of both me and the horse. I held on as tight as I could and swung my leg over.

The horse was big. And a beautiful stark white that stood out amongst the night sky and the flames that surrounded us, shooting up. The horse was covered in what I could only describe as a light layer of glitter than glinted in the fire light. The fire closed in on us but never seemed to touch us. In fact I could no longer feel the heat from the fire. The horse rarely acknowledged the fact that I was even riding her. She walked slowly, at her own leisurely pace, hardly a care in the world. We walked like this through the trees for hours. But I didn’t mind it. Her gentle gate was soothing and comfortable. I soon fell asleep.

When I woke I was in bed. I had almost come to the conclusion that it was all a dream when I noticed my sheets were covered in ash.