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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 3:25 pm
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Will's short, dark hair flew in the wind behind him as he sprinted through the meadow, his hooves becoming blurs in the burnt brown grasses. Great, black clouds loomed overhead, and the distant rumble of thunder seemed to echo constantly. Jolts of lightning struck at the ground near the frightened stallion's meadow, and began to shake uncontrollably.
Will hated storms. No matter how many he was in, they always brought with them a sense of foreboding, as if to warn of bad incidents about to occur. He felt uneasy, and stopped in his tracks, skidding a little as the heavy rains poured down upon the once-dry earth and made it soppy and wet. He looked around him and called out sadly, as if he hoped that someone would rescue him from the danger of the storm.
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 3:30 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 3:36 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 3:42 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 3:45 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 3:54 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 4:05 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 4:14 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 7:40 am
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