A.Dream

The assignment was to stay away from using first person words. If there were examples given, it would have destroyed the purpose.

Then what to write if the it cannot be about the author. How 'bout a dream once had but not lost. Too tall, too heavy, but it does not stop the willing.

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The starting gate stands there. Still, cold, mettalic. Ears flick back and forth, listening intently to the commotion of the people in the stands and the others skipping about, excited. New ones, old ones. They are all there to do one thing.

Win.

The beasts snort and paw at the ground as the entrance gate closes them into the small cage. From this cage they are ordered to stay back or sprint to the front.

The gate opens and the race begins. The hoofbeats in the sand rattle the ground as the audience in the close field watch, their hearts shaken by the perilous stampede.

"And there off"

A voice echos out into the distance, the announcer rattlingoff the placing, changing bit by bit.

Dirt flies every which way as the animals lead their way to the front. Ears are pinned as those who are vicious snap out at the others. Reins are brought in tight to hold the marveolous beast together and collected.Heads turn to see where each of the others are as the herd groups closer together.

It is time to move out as the jockies take hold of their whips and push their mounts onward.

They all want to win. They all want that purse. They all want to make history.

But they all know that only one will survive.

The last furlong, the last burst of speed. Out from the abyss, a mystery flies from the wild herd. The jockey takes one look back. It's their day. Their day to take home the pride that they have tasted for so long.

The finish line is crossed. She stands up in the saddle with her crop held high. Her old, noble steed flips his head in approval, slowing down to a skipping trot.

They did it.