This is a story that just collects a lot of the things I believe. Well, not a lot, but a few. I know it seems inconsistant, but it's really not. I honostly think that if there is a Death, he'd be royally senile and would probably mess up here and there when he talked and such. Comments?
I wrote this because I'm a firm believer in things that aren't believed in. Somewhere out there exist dragons and unicorns, brownies and kobolds, and maybe even the Easter Bunnie. Everything we dream of exists, somewhere, just as long as we still believe in it. Even if that somewhere is only our imagination.
I can't really say why I named this story Heroes, so don't ask. If you figure it out, do tell me! Anyway, this was written for my friend Elizabeth because it's a kind of story that she wanted to read. I guess it's my first commissioned piece of writting! Whoo! I decided to revise this story because I liked the concept so much. This time I tried to keep it more about the horse, without extra things that the horse might not notice. You can read both versions; tell me which you like better.
This is a story I wrote after an odd revelation. I really don't like telling people what I want a story to say, so I won't. I'll just tell you it means something. If you'd like to know, you can e-mail me and I'll tell you. Oh, btw, I'm not sadistic or anything, I just felt this was the best way to portray what I wanted to say. And this story is NOT meant to be morbid. Please try and look beyond the setting. Also, if you're a squimish person you might not like this (I don't find it graphic, myself, but one of my friends did).