Horror Stories

The wind whispered warnings in my ear but I didn't pay it any attention.  I had a job to do I couldn't just let the cows go to the mercy of the storm.  Dark ominous clouds thrashed and shuddered as lightning snapped down, eliminating the countryside. 
I toke a deep breath and kept struggling to find the lost herd.  I listened carefully for the deep penetrating moo and watched for the flash of brown and splattered black but my eyes and ears couldn't make out anything besides the roaring thunder and the lashing rain.  I felt desperation swirl deep in my chest, but I shuffled on determinedly.  I stepped tentatively because I didn't want to fall and break my ankle because  knew no one would hear my cries.  No one would come looking either, because Papa was gone with my siblings and Mama having a migraine and couldn't be disturbed.  I doubted Papa knew how bad the storm would be when he left for my cousin's wedding, but he gave me a smile and told me he was confident that I, being the oldest and most responsible, would be fine.  And that the farm had seen worse storms.  He had been wrong.  No one predicted the strength of the storm but now it hit in it's fullest fury.
I stumbled along, wondering if I should turn back and give it up.  Just as I was ready to turn around a sound drifted around the storms howls.  Possibly the most beautiful sound I have ever heard.  Mooing.
  I turned and stumbled towards the sound.  I turned around in circles, expecting to see big brown eyes and a sweet, plump face.   No where.  I was being to think I imagined the sound, until again it came. 
I twisted, following the sound.  
  The ground slipped away under my feet so suddenly that all that came out of my mouth was a strangled yelp.  For a moment I hung suspended in the air then the reality and ground hit me with a bone shattering crunch.  This time a actual scream escaped my throat.  It was drown out by the thunder that shook the ground.   I wondered how long it would be until help came.  If I was going to have to wait the night.  I closed my eyes as the pain flushed.


And THAT is the first part of my Cow Horror Story.  Was it suspenseful?  The beginning was, I think.  The end of that half of the story sort of died down a little bit.  Oh, well.  Can't be perfect ALL the time right?  You know, it's funny, one time we had a guest author come in to talk to us.  It was amazingly cool, it was the author of the books Red Glass, and Starlight.  Mostly it was just cool that we got to meet a author, face to face.  I talked to her and when I told her I wanted to be an author, and she smiled and said, "Cool, what type?"  And I said "I want to write some horror stories and stuff."  And she was like, "What??!! You seemed so bubbly and stuff.  I'm so surprised!"  That's seriously what she said.  It was pretty random.  Do I seem bubbly to you??? I hope not.  That's not really the mode I was trying to portray, y'know?
  Okay, anyway, I'll give you the second half of it later.  Gotta go now.  Later!