It all started, as I found one of my red ponies with a white marking on the right hind quarter, it happened to look like a happy summer's cloud. Is it a convenient coincident?
The next day, as I entered the barn, something hit me as odd as I saw a free ranging pony, well out of designated herd pasture. She just lay in the barn. As I stopped to look closer, something struck me as off. The blond pony, only she did not quite appear to have a fur, in a regular fashion. By regular standards, I would call her sorrel, though her mane and tail is a light flaxen hue. I still had not picked up on the hints.
Just as I came up to her, she just looks up, looking at me. She was looking into my eyes, in more of a human fashion. Maybe this is when something struck me.
I could but take her into the villa, my home. Looking closer, she looks as if she had been a fillie, maybe about some six months of age? I chose to chop up half a dozen small carrots for her. Placing the chopped up carrots before her, seeing her eyes go alight as she realised what I had given her. I had not been entirely certain, but knowing both humans and ponies could eat carrots, made me feel it should be a safe bet.
Small as she is, it did take her a considerable time to chew all the carrot down, then she carefully licked her lips, looking up at me. She certainly had enjoyed all the carrots, but was feeling quite filled up.
Incidentally, none of the ponies of mine had made a single noise, as if they either had failed to noticed, or had understood something deeper? I had no idea which.
Ofhorse I did keep a good supply of carrots in the barn. It's natural Pony feed. Just like the apples and oats. Only now, I did not quite feel comfortable keeping her in the barn. She felt as if she belonged in a home, my home. Not just because I felt more comfortable with holding a close eye on her.
The few Ponies I had gathered, are not quite in the age to care for her, if I was to have her cared for, in the pony fashion? I did not feel it appropriate. Even if she is a Pony? There was something about her, something made me take her into my home.
I carried her into the living room. I had placed her in the large and comfortable sofa, facing the fireplace. It is the more roomy feature in the room, where I had the room for her. I may have a handful of chairs, right and left of the sofa, all facing the table in the centre of the room.
Maybe it is good, I had not lighted the fire, just the three logs of fire wood. It is fairly warm.
I had sat down on the sofa, just inches from her. Idly, I had placed my hand on her back, slowly scratching. She seems not to mind. Maybe it was comforting her, or she dared not object?
After a moment, I could feel her lean in towards me, as if to express her pleasure. I guess I knew something. I had been right, she was enjoying it.
Shortin' your description and put a few more enters between paragraphs. Then add on about...let's say 1800 words. Then I'll consider reading. Honestly I can't take something seriously with such a low word count. But here's some advice from a guy who did the exact same thing you're doing right now. Try to lengthen out EVERYTHING. Have a minimum of 2000 words a chapter, and try your best to make sure all the characters are in character. The only way to do that is rereading dialog. Trust me, you'll see things that scream to you "this doesn't belong in a normal every day sentence."
Yea but nice job writing a chapter with no dialog. It's a good start to learning how to lengthen out chapters. But I suggest you go into extreme detail about the world around you. EXTREME detail. Learning how to do that, or at least trying, is the best way to become a better author.
I think you can do it. I think a lot of people can do it. I'm STILL failing my english classes because of essays and shit. But I've got a story here on this site that has...1000 likes....yea I'm confused, but hell I'm grateful. Use my stories as a reference if you want, even see how some of my earliest works kinda transformed into the stuff I write now.