Some of my writing skills
-Come, Rubia, we must go now, Rubia heard his father calling from the edge of the barn. The car was packed for them to move away. All of the last things was packed, and all of the furniture was moved earlier that day. It was late and the sky was red with the sunset on the back of the barn. Everything was clear. She should just say goodbye.
-I will, said Rubia tearful as she sat on her knees in front of Sarlias grave. At the grave, where she was as late as now had just laid a red rose, both the horse and his sister’s grave. It was now regard as the most that she had to be strong. It was now they left. It was now they were leaving the farm, and then never come back.
Rubia knew that even though the pain was gnawing at her, as she had done the right thing. She had let the horse go, though she loved her with all his heart. And now she lay buried along with her sister at the village cemetery that lay behind their barn.
-Good-bye, she whispered quietly and kissed the rose before she got up slowly. Now she went and never come back.
When she was limping on her way back to the car, she thought about how lucky she really had been. She had dislocated a bone, like Sarlia, but only she survived. How unfair was not the world, she thought as she cast a last look at the big, dumb stone crosses which stood under the big, white birch tree, as two reminders of the two that she had once loved as her family.
