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*** January 2012 Story Contest Age 12 and Older ***
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Jane Crandal & JB | | 2012-02-29 04:59:28 | | once there was a pony who did mean and bad . well one day he met an elderly horse named wisdom ( the pony's name is william) he told william" God can take away your sins if you believe in Him and pray" so william accepted Jesus and never did bad things any more. the end
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ilovehorses79 & Little Joe | | 2012-01-01 01:32:15 | |
Monday 16th 2011
On a brisk-full clear morning a young girl walked to the barn With her English riding boots. Carrying a Bale of hay. She dropped It. Her heart pounded. Her horse was gone.
The little girl terrified ran to the nearest Willow tree below. That was her favorite spot to pray. She kneeled to the ground and repeated these words.
Dear God,
Whom ever where you might be, My horse Is gone. Please take care of him. Please Love him as much as I did. I know I'ts alot to ask but that horse Isn't just a horse. he's my best friend.
The girl cried a tear for the horse. And Walked on to finish her barn chores.
Her dad called the buyer to transport the horse off the property..As the little girl watched her own horse being dragged away. A flashback came to her. Moments flash by as quick as a blink. Of her jumping, Laughing, Smiling, Hugging, Chasing, Playing, Crying, Loving, and Hoping. She sobbed and sobbed as she stormed out of the driveway.
"Please don't take my horse! Daddy NO! NO!" She repeated. After a few minutes later the gray truck with a horse trailer disappeared.
The little girl chased after the trailer. She ran to It. But It drove away. She walked back to her house ashamed of what her father has done.
After the father came back at 6:30. The dinner discussion was like as follows...
Mom: Aren't you gonna eat your soup?
Girl: I'm not hungry.
Mom: Whats wrong honey? Are you okay?
Girl: ITS DADDY'S FAULT!
Mom: What happened is..Was we found a lovely girl about your age who loves horses, She wanted it so badly, She bought It for one grand! That will help us pay our mortgage.
Girl: Mommy, Why? She was my horse? Not her's?
Mom: Honey, If we didn't sell that horse we wouldn't have the ranch. That horse saved us!
Girl: I bet not..
The dad walks in. Drops his coat. And sits at the Dinner table.
Mom: How's the horse?
Dad: Good...
Mom: Did you pay attention to it?
Dad: Yep.
Mom: How was the girl?
Dad: She loved It so Badly she started riding It When I left the house.
Mom: Good for her then...
The little girl left the dinner table, With a whole bowl full of soup.
She sat In the corner. Reading a book about a girl and a horse who turned into a unicorn. She cried herself asleep with the lampshade still left on.
*Prologue*
A few years later. The day she turned 18. She went to a horse show. Full of horses. She looked grown up, Dazed at horses as they walked by. Until, She saw a gray gelding In a stall with the same logo as her dad's brand name. She stroked his long neck. He nickered softly. As she turned around. His her dad, and mom. Smiled as they both said solemnly....Happy Birthday.
The girl Smiled as she hugged the gelding's neck and whispered into his furry grey ear..."Welcome home."
*Note* Please do not copy this story, This is to my wonderful friend. Molly. To her love of horses and to her beloved horse Star. Rest in peace loved one.
You will be missed. | 
Crazybit & Lily | | 2012-01-01 15:57:01 | | Bedtime Story
by Golden swallow
"Once upon a time," The old belgian began. his old deep voice sounding peaceful.
"It always starts that way!" squeaked a young foal named Lilly. Her black hair wet from falling into the water trough. "I know but hush!" scolded the Belgian. "Once upon a time, there lived a mighty golden buckskin. All loved his greatness. Hee was a protector of the weak and innocent human or equin. He was a noble horse, but one day he disappeared."
several gasps arose from the colts and foals nestled in the straw. He had paused for affect and it worked. "But the day he disappear he told his lead mare a poem, she didin't know why but later she soon figured it out. Here it it.
A diamond for sale,
a buckskin and nail,
the diamond has melted,
the nail has bent,
the buskskin has gone,
now all is rent,
but if they can retreive the nial so fine and the diamond of mine,
the buckskin will return.
for in captivity he does lie,
awaiting rescue or doomed to die."
The old belgian's voice as the peom came to an end faded his voice away slowly, so that all you could hear was the wining wind. All the foal's and colt's eyes seemed to be like large stones. With a mixture of fear and excitment.
"Well!"
he said loudly as he pushed himself up from the hay. Everyone jumped at his loud voice. including the mares and stallion's listening.
"Bed time for you all I shall continue he story tomorrow."
sigh's and aw's went through the barn. The belgian then realized that everyone had been listening. He walked acros the old cement hall to his stall filled with fresh golden hay.
"Tomorrow is only a dream away."
He said sleepily, his eyelids then fell down asleep.
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Golden swallow & Bow tie | | 2012-01-02 15:20:47 | | I Found My Angel
By: chincoteague13
Part One: Elizabeth
It was a cold morning, sometime in late September. The weather was very unusual for this time of year, so I was bundled up in my white winter coat, white knitted mittens, and a white hat. I looked like a marshmallow. I was going out to the bus stop to wait for the school bus, as usual. Once the school bus came, I would sneak away and run down the well-worn path I had made into the woods, and down to the small creek, one last time. I never went to school, not ever. School was my prison, and punishment for a crime I had never committed. I was forcefully sent to that torturous place every day, every week, every month, every year. Everyone there hated me. They hated how I looked, how I wore my hair, how I dressed, how I didn’t dress, what I didn’t own, where I lived, and everything else you could possibly imagine hating, plus more. The teachers all though I was dumber than a stick stuck in a bog. I hated that voice they would use when they would explain questions to me; like I was an especially dim-witted two year old, and could never possibly understand what they were saying.
One glorious day, about a year and a half ago, I figured out how to escape. I have been hiding in the woods until the school bus comes back in the afternoon for a year and a half now. Never again would I be forced to walk down those cold, gray halls and be tormented. I would be free as the wind, and the sky, and the sun. I am free, but something I still tugging on me, yanking me back down to earth, and out of my glorious day dream. That horrible, ugly, wretched, disgusting, squirming, grasping, horrible, monstrous thing is this: I am to go back to school, prison, and the torture chamber.
Part Two: Angel
My pasture was absolutely frigid that night, and I thought I might die from the cold. My dirty, brown grass was frozen solid, so I couldn’t eat it even if I wanted to. I was exhausted, starving, and depressed. I had been beaten by Master all day long, and screamed at. I was sore, and felt close to death. I hadn’t eaten in 3 days, and I had no energy or strength left. I curled up on the bare, cold ground, and slept. I dreamed of love. A small girl and her family had loved me once, long ago. I was treated like royalty, and ridden every day. She would take me out on glorious trails, and whisper kind words in my ear. I wished I could sleep forever, and stay in that beautiful dream, but Master ran into my pasture with his whip hissing through the air like an angry rattle snake ready to strike.
“Get up, you lazy nag! Get up!†he shouted at me, then slapped me with the whip. “Get up, I said!â€
I screamed in agony, and then scrambled to my feet. I ran away as fast as I could, but Master chased after me, yelling and waving his whip through the air. It was then I realized something very important. I was heading right toward the pasture fence at top speed! This fence was my five and a half feet gateway to freedom! If I didn’t clear it I would be stuck here, and probably seriously injured, but my slim chance of freedom was worth the risk. I gathered my back legs underneath me, ready to spring into the air. I picked up my front legs, and launched myself over the fence. I soared over it, and let out a squeal of delight.
“I did it!†I was screaming. “I’m free!â€
I galloped into the woods faster than I knew I could go. I was free! My pain was over! Yes! I slowed down about then, because I had worn myself out. A small stream trickled by, right in front of my hooves. I peered down, and saw the dirtiest, most beaten-up horse in the world. The horse’s forelock was just a clump of burs, sweat, and twigs. Its fur was so matted and dirty you couldn’t tell what color it was. Its entire body was caked with mud, and its legs looked three times their normal size because of this. It was also the skinniest horse I had ever seen. I could count the horse’s ribs right through its skin, and it’s hip bones were sticking out. The skin above its eyes drooped, creating a big indentation above the horse’s eyes.
“That poor horse!†I thought to myself.
I looked once more at the horse, and jumped back in terror. That horse was me!
Part Three: Elizabeth
I heard the bus rumbling around the corner, so I sprinted out of the woods. I ran in hope of getting to my house before the school kids could catch up and make fun of me, but I tripped. I fell right as they were exiting the bus, laughing and whispering. When the saw me sprawled out on the ground, the started cackling like witches. They picked up some pebbles and started throwing them at me and screaming and chanting mean things.
“What’s wrong Elizabeth, get up and fight!â€
“Come on Elizabeth, don’t be a freak!â€
“Oh look! It’s the neighborhood dropout!â€
I got up and ran, but their words followed me, piercing my skin, and leaving scars.
…………To Be Continued In The February Story Contest!!!
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chincoteague13 & Watch Me | | 2012-01-03 16:23:30 | | Take Me As I Am
Emma rides at a Ms.Luras barn. Her dad wants nothing to do with horses and he hates that his daughter rides.
One day Emma asks her dad if he could get her a horse and that it could stay at Ms.Luras barn.
He gets very mad and kicks her out. She has to move into Ms.Luras barn.
Emma works hard at fergeting about her dad and works hard at riding. She enproves very well and would like to start showing but she cant on the lesson horse she rides.
One day Ms.Lura come back from an auction with a new horse. She tells Emma that if she works hard enough to train this new horse it will be hers.
Emma works extra hard to slowly and gently train this horse. After her time and dedication Ms.Lura announches that Silo (The Horse) is now | 
PaintPals & Lady | | 2012-01-05 02:14:20 | | The Freedom of Independence: part two
The contraption lurched forward and turned slowly. I glanced out the bared window seeing green pastures filled horses like me. I pulled against the rope and kicked out once more at the wall. But my efforts were feeble I heard another sharp bang against the wall of the horse next to me, the colt kicked out against the wall. Sweat lathered his dark neck but I didn’t bather talking to him. He had ignored every attempt with a glare. Besides I was caught up in my own misery.
The box bumped and lurched down a strip of brown and came to a stop and lurched back word slightly. Slams and voices followed by happy voices. And the back creaked open.
“Be quiet or you’ll spook them. A door opened beside me and pulled back scared for my life with the human with long mane.
“shh shhh! It’s okay, I won’t hurt you!†the human whispered and moved slowly toward the knot that held me in the box. The colt reared and kicked t the divider between the back and the front. The divider swung open and the human started to back me.
Sunshine struck my back and I raised my head then tried to pull away. But a steady hand quieted me but I quivered under the human’s hand. With the other the human guided another rope to my head. I reared and bucked. The human talked quietly but I still pulled away kicking, another human lounged out with another rope and started pulling me to another fenced area. I bucked and lunged forward, unfortunately into the pen.
The gate closed behind me. The humans pulled me toward the gate and one reached out to loosen the ropes and set me free. I tore around the pen. Searching trying to touch the freedom I was not a part of. Wanting to feel its tender caress but it was not there, I felt only the cold iron grasp of capture, pain, force, and sadness. And it did not welcome me at all.
ΩΩΩ
“Independence! That halter is not going to kill you!†the human, Alison, sighed on the fence while I scraped my face in the ground. The rope halter was loose around my face but I already hated it. Freedom, the black colt, was laughing at me from the fence border line. I had been next to the annoying colt for a week but he still thought he was a comedian.
I shook my head the halter flapping on my face. I raced to the fence line and snorted dust covered snot and neighed angrily and snapped at me but only grazed me before I turned back to the halter still on my face.
For half an hour I scratched against every surface in the pen, but nothing could scrap it off and I just cut and rubbed the hair off my face.
I stopped in the middle of the pen a glanced around the land scape. The red building was bustling with activity and again I question myself, everything looked nice but what I sensed did not welcome me. I felt nothing but lonely like I was trapped in a stone cube with no door or window.
A breeze rustled my man and I caught the sense of freedom, but it was weak, I was not a part of it. The freedom sense flowed past—without me.
“I know, I wish I was part of it too…†freedom looked on into the horizon. This was the first time I felt friendly toward the black colt. But then he wasn’t laughing at me then…
“I feel so lost, I've lost everything, my freedom, my friends and family,†I paused my voice breaking “I don’t feel like I can live on like this!†I let my head fall and my horse tears flow.
“Hey please don’t cry, it makes me feel bad, if it makes you feel any better I don’t feel like living either…†for once I thought he was charming. I thought I must be hallucinating…
i nickered and walked closer to the fence line, “I guess were in the same boat…†to my surprise he nuzzled me.
“maybe we can get through this, together…†his voice was soft and calm like he was sure we would make it through… I nuzzled back. Maybe it was to now to think of things seriously but at least we were friends. And at that thought I feel asleep resting on his strong neck.
what will happen to Independence and Freedom? and is Independence starting to fall in love? find out next month!!!!!:D
p.s. orry about lat months miss spellings, i axidentally didnt save it when i proof read it. this one should have no mistakes!!!;) please vote!!!!!! | 
9966332 & Indy | | 2012-01-05 18:43:47 | | As life goes on
by Callie9399
My life was perfect.I had a loving family,good grades,a winning barrel horse,the perfect boyfriend and loads of friends.
That day changed it all.
It was the morning of my national barrel show.It was 4:30 in the morning.Uckk,I hated mornings like this.I got dressed and headed to the barn.I brushed my mare.RainDancer was a 5year old chocolate paint,she was perfect!She was sweet and willing to do everything I asked.I slipped on her halter,put in her traveling tack and loaded her.
We were on our way to my show,it was a 5 hour drive.My boyfreind,Clapton called and wished me luck.Little di I know I would need a lot more luck that day.I told him thanks and he said he would talk to me later.We arrived at the show around 9:45am.I unloaded Dancer and got dressed.I tacked Dancer and mounted.My class wasn't for an hour,but I wanted to warm up and practice.We worked on bending and streching.It was time."Alright girl,this is what we have been working for."We entered the arena.We took off,it felt like we were flying.First barrel,second,and the last barrel!Perfect and we had the top time!But that's when my world changed.Dancer tripped,and went down flipping on top of me,crushing me under her.People were screaming,I was in and out of life.
When I woke up it was the next morning."What happened?Where where am I?" the first face I saw was Clapton's."Hey,your among the living."he smiled."Yea I guess I am.Wait!What,where's Dancer?What happend to her."For the first time Clapton had tears streaming down his face.Clapton was the "bad boy" in school.Skipping school,detention,always in trouble."When she went down,she broke her neck,they had no choice,but to put her down.I am so sorry.:He looked down at me a kissed the top of my forehead.I cried.Clapton couldn't take it.He left the room,and went outside.My mom was there next,she talked and said it would be okay.
I was released from the hospital two weeks later.I had bruised ribs,and a broken arm.I was felt okay.Clapton was there 24/7 helping me.We were talking when he said he was in a lot of trouble at school."Clapton.You have to stop and think about what your doing.Your better than that.Really,you should start behaving."He laughed and said okay Callie.Oh yea my name is Callie.
My heart was still hurting from losing Dancer.I couldn't believe what happened.Sometimes I thought it was all a dream,like I would wake up one day and she would be running in the pasture,wild and free.That never happened.Clapton and I were talking one night when he asked"Will you barrel race ever again?"..."No.I can't it would be like,like I was replacing Dancer.I couldn't."He looked at me and shook his head.
Life was getting back to normal.School was okay,my family was more supporting than ever.Clapton was there with me all the time.I was in love with him,he was in love with me.We were only 16 though,so we had to tale it slow.That was okay.Life was back to normal now.All was going good,except for one thing.I never would ride again.Not from fear,but from betrayl of Dancer.
Why?Why?What did I do to deserve all this?WHY?
Clapton...was in a car accident.Paralyzed waist down.I was there with him 24/7.He was in a coma.The doctors were giving up on him.I wasn't and never was going to.And I am glad I didn't!He opened his eyes and was talking.He was still paralyzed.I love him,he loves me.Together forever.Love was all he needed to heal. | 
Callie9399 & Summer Detention | | 2012-01-06 00:28:53 | | ***The Beauty of Strength*** Part 1
I waved out into the crowd proudly as me and my pony cantered into the ring for the first time of the day, he jumped better fresh from the horse truck. We halted just infront of the judges box and saluted to them and waited for the bell. It rang loud and clear into the tense atmosphere in the arena around us.
"These two are one to watch tonight as their last Grand Prix win was at HOYS and I am very sure that this little pony which was nearly sold for 10 million pounds last week will clear this wall very easily!" Boomed the commentator from te speakers above my head, my pony had his best ear cover on today so he couldn't hear any of the noise coming from the audience.
I turned Torus sideways and then trotted forward down the side of the huge arena then cantered on the corner. I then steered towards the first jump and he pulled towards it almost too fast. He ran too fast into the jump but got too close to the jump and then cat leaped over it slowly but only just got over it clean. I the pulled him up for the next jump to the left we hit the next jump on a better stride and he took a flyer at it, claering it by centimeters. The next jump was the jump before the huge wall, at 1.90m Torus was not going to be able to make that on a bad day; today was going to have to be a good day to win this. I then kicked him into it, an easy triple bar but throughout the competition it would go from 1.70m to 1.90m in only a few rounds. I then slowed Torus down into extended trot and then pushed him off into a fast canter and sped towards the wall. Torus cantered towards it smoothly and then dived over the huge wall, we landed a bit unbalanced but got away with it. I didn't look back to see weither I knowcked over the wall or not so I just slowly walked back into the warm up arena. Another contestant entered the arena and apparently cleared the wall. So did 5 other people but I was still usure I was still clear. I rode Torus round the arena, 14.2 comapared to the other huge 16.2 show jumping horses that he was competeing against. Then the speaker announced that the wall was now 2m tall and I was going to be first into the arena to compete.
"If this little pony makes this jump, there is a room of people who are willing to pay millions for that pony and I can be sure that I would never be able to out bid. Remember folks, this pony is almost jumping higher than its rider twice! So put your hands together for the amazing Grace Caine and Torus!"
The whole crowd collapsed into a huge applause of cheers and claping as I rode towards the triple bar and only at 1.80m and then suddenly Torus bucked and I held onto his mane to make sure I stayed on. I then kicked him into canter and then swerved him into the wall. We hit it at a good stride and leaped over it but nudging one of the top bricks, luckily it didn't tip over so we were safe. Unlike last time I puched the air with both fists, then suddenly Torus's ear cover flew off due to a breeze. Then he sprinted into a fast agllop across the arena bolting and bucking into the air before rearing. At that moment I then fall off and landed next to the banner, I hit my head and it hurt alot but I could live with it. People were running after my pony so I stumbled up to help them but my head was aching too much. I then blacked out with one memory in my head, jumping that wall. My pony was now the offical best pony in the world for show jumping.
1 years later
I stepped up into the high sitrrups and then winced at the pain in my neck. I then leaped up into the saddle and attempted to click the horse I was riding on and trot into the small cross jump. The horse jumped it but my neck hurt so much when I jumped the jump that I shouted out loudly and jumped off the horse.
"I don't think jumping is going to be an option for you any more Grace, even if it gets better using it may trigger it to get worse than it is now!" said my doctor who had come with my mum and trainer to help me get back in the saddle.
"Maybe you could have a go at para dressage dear!" said my mum with a hopeful voice.
I then sprinted out of the training barn and jumped into the horse truck, I closed my eyes and cried my heart out. Show Jumping was my only life and I put my soul into it. They say, throw your heart over the fence and your horse will follow so you can catch it on the other side.
To Be Continued.....
~TGG |
TGG & Dekka | | 2012-01-06 18:24:09 | | Dream
by Candy1 and Oreo
Proulog: Me and my sisters (Timber and Sarah)were on our way to Hawii with our friend Adam for a horse competion we hoped to get away from the constent mysterys we were always geting our selfs into.... no such luck becase suddenly without any warning some of the horses disaper now we have to gang up with our new friends to find the horses and get them back in the competion befor its to late!
CHAPTER 1:
Im getting sea sick wimpered Adam as the boat rocked slowly back and forth on its way to hawii try doing somthing other than sulking suggested Timber with way more than a little sarcasum in her voice i agree called Sarah from the edge of the boat i mean were going to hawii you should be jumping up and down with excitment she laugh at her own joke well you would be sulking to if you got to spend a week at hawii and had to spend the whole week with Tara her shot at her not the whole week youll still have lots of time to have fun I said try to smile please ill try he said then he put on a really silly looking smile it looked so silly that we couldent help but laugh all a shore thats going a shore shouted the captin we have reached hawii finily we reached Adams aunts house Adam relax you act like you exspect Tara to eat you laughed Sarah she'll problely try to he grummbled he opened the door and lead the way in we sarted to walk around a corner and nearly crashed into a realy cute guy hey cuz how did you get such pretty girls to follow you around without waiting for a awnser he grabed Sarah by the hand we all folowed this is your room he said as he lead the way into a room just shout if you need any help unpacking he added as he left as soon as he was gone Timber and Sarah gave Adam a hard hit on each shoulder hey he shouted what was that for? im not a mind reader but i think it was because you didnt tell us you had a hot cusin i said how about a ride said Sarah to help us all relax ok sighed Adam lets go oh by the way that guy was Lewis on the way out Lewis called wherever your going im going to whatever replied Adam now we knew that having to boys that liked the same girl (Sarah) would be a problam and we were right race you to that tree call Lewis Adam won with ease for he was riding Dream us girls where just walking a head slowly for the path was getting thinner i belive this cliff is called deaths drop we all (yikes!) to get our minds off deaths finger death point drop of- nevermind we looked back to see what the boys were up to we were just in time to see Lewis jump a log when he saw we were looking at him he pumped BOTH fists in the air which was the last thing he should have done it spooked his horse the horse threw him and ran right for us girls Timber and Sarah made a wall with thair horses it was all my fault that i was in the wrong place at the wrong time Lewis's horse's front hoof hit my horse my horse threw me over the egde to the sharp rocks below that gave this place its name DEATHS DROP!!!!!
will post the next chapter in the next contest.
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Candy1 & Nitika | | 2012-01-09 22:38:54 | |
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