The stallion woke one night with a start.
He sat up in bed, eyes wide, searching all around his tiny room for whatever had awoken him.
Only there was nothing but the sound of his own breathing.
He pulled the covers tighter around him and whimpered softly, still unsure whether or not something was there.
Tentatively, he slipped out of his bed and trotted over to the light switch and turned it on.
His room was bathed in light.
And there was nothing there that shouldn’t have been.
His fears put to rest, the stallion turned the lights back off and got back in his bed.
After a few moments, the stallion fell asleep and remained that way.
I can relate to this.
I just finished story number one.
I hit the like button. Then, I hit the favorite button.
After that, I moved to the comments section.
Why? I'll tell you why. You did something right here. You managed to turn the simplest of ideas and the most basic of concepts into a dramatic moment with less words than someone would use in an average conversation. You've turned simple into beautiful. You've turned a few short words into a grand experience. So what is it, then? What could this possibly be, to be able to make such great beauty with such a simple concept?
This is a story.
This is a story about a stallion.
Underneath details, basic plots are similar.
Things and events change, each telling a different experience.
Yet, in the end, this is a story about a stallion.
This is a story.
Amazing.
I don't know what I expected...
4946603 You've described the story in more words than the actual story itself.
How efficient of you.