I am submitting for your consideration The Incredible Tie-Dyed Talking Horse. Thirteen year old Corey Quaid’s life shifts to the fantastic, when Big Blue, an Arabian stallion on the Quaid Horse Farm gets hit by a humongous bolt of lightning. Not only does it change the stallion's blue roan color to look more like a tie-dyed T-shirt, but now Big Blue can talk! In fact, he won’t shut up.
When Big Blue discovers the Quaid's hired hand is mixed up with a gang of horse thieves, Corey and his two best friends investigate and chase down the rustlers. Just when they think the case is solved, kidnappers seize the trio. Disaster licks their heels at every turn!
The 18,000 word, middle grade, magical realism novel brings adventure, fantasy and mystery, particularly to those who have enjoyed Phantom Outlaw At Wolf Creek by Sigmund Brouwer.
My writing credits include: winning fourth place for The Incredible Tie-Dyed Talking Horse in the West Virginia Writers competition (children’s category); first place for The Abbyville Angels in the West Virginia competition (children’s category); and an honorable mention for The Town Dump Mystery in the Annual Writer’s Digest Writing Competition (children’s category). I am a member of SCBWI and The West Virginia Writers, Inc.
Thank you for considering The Incredible Tie-Dyed Talking Horse. I would be pleased to send you my complete manuscript.
“Blue! Get your butt over here.” I shout into the darkening sky. Darn horse, running off like that. “Come on! It’s gonna rain.” Why didn’t he stay in our holler? Safe.
Thunder rumbles through my West Virginia Mountains. I lean over Neon’s neck and pat him. He trembles under me. “Easy boy,” I whisper and watch his ears swivel back, listening. He chomps on the bit, eager to go.
Lightning crackles and zigzags above us. One humongus bolt splinters into a zillion pieces lighting the whole sky. I spot Blue standing on the ridge above and watch in horror as a silver netting of electricity settles over him. In the brilliant flash he glows like a jewel. His long mane and tail stand out straight from his body. Then his legs buckle. He’s down!
I forget safety. I forget everything, except Blue and push Neon into a gallop. We charge up to my old pal. He’s sprawled in the dirt not moving, head twisted. Odors of burnt hair and flesh fill my nose.
I jump to the ground and wrap my arms around his neck. “Blue, wake up!” Raindrops mingle with my tears. Our farm’s prize-winning stallion. More rain falls, buckets of it. I hunch over his head keeping the water from his nostrils.
When the storm rolls away rain still spits from the black sky. Blue’s eyes flutter open. Deep in his pupils a weird yellow light flickers. I look closer. Wow! They’re glowing like fourth-of-July sparklers.