T. A. Chase

The White Horse of the Hills

Not a very imaginative title, but at the moment that’s what I’m working with. Didn’t have time for picture either. I’ll look for one to post tomorrow. 🙂 But here’s just the beginning of my new blog story. Hope everyone has a great Friday.

The White Horse of the Hills copyright (c) 2007 TA Chase

During a time long ago in a land far away, there lived a young man. Ryan’s long glossy curls were as black as a raven’s wing. They flowed around his face and cascaded down his back. His skin was the purest alabaster with no flaws. It was the envy of all the village maids. His eyes were the same fresh green as the grass covering the rolling hills around the village. Lips as red and plump as the raspberries growing in his mother’s garden.

When Ryan walked through the village, the maids sighed and longed to catch his eye. At night in the dark, when the men of the village took themselves in hand, it was Ryan’s face they fantasized about instead of their own wives. Though those thoughts were never talked about.

Ryan has heard from the moment of his birth how beautiful he was, but it never changed the sweetness of his nature. He always had a kind word and a soft smile for everyone, even the grumpy man who baked the bread every day. Everyone in the village loved Ryan, the tailor’s son.

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