Writing Attempt # (I lost count, so here’s another one):

There once was a horse. This horse was like no other. It was a colorful horse. It had a mismatch of all imaginable colors on it's fur and a rainbow for a tail. Where-ever it went, grace or craziness was anyone's guess. It could be a trail set ablaze by the horse's speed, a picture of the shaping clouds on a breezy afternoon, or a waterfall falling. No discernable method was in the horse's madness.

Because of the pieces of work that many would pay for, several people tried to capture and control it. The horse proved unwieldy to the greedy thieves, bucking, shaking, and even steam-rolling a few. Unable to obtain the horse, they bickered among themselves. One young boy approached the horse. The people expected him to break him like the others. However, the horse let him on, even riding around the area. From the young boy's control, captivating and wonderous things were created. The others came to him when he returned. They offered him promising places if he would have the horse create the pieces for them. The young boy agreed.

As time went on, the buyers began to be selective about what pieces they wanted. They were disgusted at pieces like the aforementioned ablazed trail and the falling waterfall. They preferred the shaping clouds and wanted more like it. Eager to please them, the sellers ordered the young boy (now a man) to make the horse create more clouds. The man did so. Later, some of the shapes of the clouds people didn't like. Just like before, they ordered the man to stop making those offending pieces. The man began to argue, but the sellers threatened to take all of his things from him.

The man went back to his field, where he had his horse tethered to a post nearby the door. The horse gazed at the man. It whinnied. The man's downward head and somberness made the horse skiddish. He untethered the horse and rode it around.

The horse pranced about in a quarter of field as it normally did. However, the man pulled the reins more, driving it away from some of the field. It didn't bother the horse at first. Then it was tugged some more. The horse began to resist. The man pulled a little harder. The horse fought back. The reins were pulled back all the way now, forcing the horse back. The man hitched the horse back on the post and went to his shed. The horse beheld the man bringing tools and wood. He destroyed part of the fence that marked the property. The man began his work.

The horse watched as the man hammered away at the ground and wood for hours. The beating annoyed the horse. It huffed, protesting the noise with whinnies and stamping of hooves. As the man near completed the new fence, the horse became restless and upset. It began straining the tether. The man heard the groan of the post. That post threw splinters at the horse's direction, further further stirring its anger. Tha man dashed to the post, but arrived to a quarter of it.

The horse rampaged across the field. It targeted the fence and charged it like a missile. It crashed into the wood, bursting forth splinters that clashed and scattered. The man, frozen in place, watched with horror as the horse's tracks were set ablaze, burning the destructed fence. The fire danced on the trenched splinters, leaping like an ice skater onto other splinters. The horse cried out and furiously ran some more, sparking more. The dancing fire, tired from the show, went off to eat the fence still standing. A great fire arose and consumed the fence.

The man cried out. The horse rushed to him. His tears melded with the horse's as they watched the fence become ash.

The man hitched the horse on the other post. He went inside and tried to sleep. The ghost of the past while kept haunting him: The roar of the fire; the cry of the horse; the smoke that blacked out the sky.

The next morning, he stayed home, which concerned the sellers. They rushed to his field and demanded an answer for his absence. The man, terrified by them, mustered up some courage to murmur an answer. "What?," they sternly said. This is the point of no return. The man broadened his shoulders and spoke with a firm voice, "I can no longer keep up with further restrictions. I'm leaving."

The crowd of sellers barraged him with their verbal assaults, disowning him in front of everyone. The man just went away, riding the horse beyond the sunset.