5 minute freewrite 2263/2233 prompt dead ghostwriter

This is my post for #freewriters 2263/2233 prompt dead ghostwriter hosted by @mariannewest and @daily.prompt

The other horses were watching her every move, the strange lights circled their field and she appeared out of nowhere, carrying a saddle and blanket, she gently placed it on one of the horses. She tied the saddle gave the horse a pat on her rump and put her foot into the stirrup, she lifted herself onto the saddle and there she sat.

She was not looking at the lights but staring into the woods. The other horses did not dare move, they wondered why this horse would allow this person to sit on him. They thought she must have him in a trance, for he was the stallion, their mighty leader, how and why was she doing this?

She was looking at the grave of the dead ghostwriter, the one who wrote the story about how a young girl on horseback would be the only one who could save the planet.

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