Zebra - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
The zebra was art trotting over the plains, so boldly proud and free. I watched her mane move in the wind and with the sways of her body. She was something people would laugh at you for inventing if she wasn't already a real creature. I can hear them now, "A striped horse! Ridiculous! How could that be?"
She is the reason I feel so liberated to be creative, zebras exist!! That's reason enough for a party at my house. We're celebrating penguins tomorrow, and aardvarks the day after... come along!
The zebra looked over with it's large liquid eyes, body tensed, ready to flee. It's markings, as good as a fingerprint, told us we hadn't logged this one before. She was heavily with foal, the stripes bowing around her belly, distorting the pattern. Water vapour rose from her nostrils in the dawn light. After some time she appeared to decide that our hide wasn't a threat and she moved on back to the herd at a walk, kicking up a little dust as she went.
I think God must have been having some kind of workshop with the angels when He came up with the zebra. Some favoured angel who's sweet but none too bright must have piped up and said "I know, God. How about we have another horse, but let's make this one stripy. Stripes are soooo cool."
Then God, being the sensitive guy He is said, "sure, wonderful idea, let's do that." I told my Dad and he just smirked and shook his head.
"Darwin, son," he said "let's have a talk about evolution."
My eyes flickered onto the zebra grazing nearby. It's large eyes completely dissolved me like water. They were so deeply ingrained and I was sucked into them as if they were a black hole. The stripes of the zebra created a hypnotising pattern