Once there was girl called Rosalie. She lived in a small house on Blueberry Lane. It was the night of her 8th birthday when the adventure began. Rosalie lay in her bed quietly listening to the whisper of the trees. Then, she suddenly saw a shadow move across the lawn.
A cold shiver ran down her spine as she slipped out from the warmth of her bed and went to the window.
“Be brave, be brave.” She chanted through whispers.
As she peered through the moonlight she saw a beautiful horse shining in the dancing moonlight. Suddenly, a loud whinny rang out like lots of bells at the same time. Rosalie stood by the window, frozen stiff, her hands were shaking.
Finally, after some time, she went back to bed.
She woke up by the light shining into her room. As she sat up she remembered last night's adventure with the wild horse.
“Rosalie!” a voice called,
“Coming, Mama!” she called back shakily.
Rosalie quickly decided not to tell any one about her horse adventure.
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Recently we found this story our daughter, Jada (9), had written, in pencil, in a small, handmade book. It was thrilling and so interesting that we encouraged her to keep writing - even her brothers were captivated by what was going to happen next.
It is completely unedited, and written just as she had it in her little book. She is typing it out on her blog as she gets the time.
I hope you enjoy it :)