Microfictions, Week 8: White Horse and Pestilence
White Horse: The woods were not at all quiet tonight. A local villager, Eren, heard a disturbance. She looked to the sky, and she could tell that they were going to be in for a long night. She looked out to the distance and saw it. She saw the shimmering white mane of the horse, and her heart froze. She knew the irony that that white horse brought. Thought the horse bore a smile demure, its rider was all too impure. Eren, like the others in the village, knew the rider only by his attribute: Pestilence. Eren grabbed her own horse and rode into town, preparing them all for the grim evening they were about to face. Pestilence: The smell of rotting flesh pierc'd the night sky. 'Twas simply all she could do to not cry. Author's Note: I thought that it would be really cool to do a series on the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, so I decided to make this a four part series, and I started with Pestilence, the Rider of the White Horse. I decided to write the first story as a 100...