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April 2013 Story Contest Age 11 NOTE- THE RULES STATE YOUR STORY OR POEM MUST INCLUDE A HORSE OR PONY IN IT SOMEWHERE. STORIES WITHOUT A HORSE OR PONY WILL NOT BE ELIGIBLE TO WIN.

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Jane Crandal & JB
2013-03-31 02:47:48
One day i was riding a mustang. Up and over we go over a log next is a pond i an ready he is not up and over i go he is looking at me like how did you get there. That is all From kingalba
kingalba & king
2013-04-02 21:28:41
Splashing Puddles (Part 1)
By Wild_mustang

"Sadie! Are you full attention over here?" I snapped my eyes open and fluttered my eyelashes innocently. Mr Morgan, my SOSE teacher, tapped his board. "I believe the real school is over here, miss Dawson." My pale face flushed a bright red colour as the trio giggled.

Great. Here we go again. My dark brown hair hung just a few inches below my shoulders and the outside of my hazel eyes turned pink, blood rushing to my face. I'd embarrassed myself for the second time today in front of sassy Kayla. Her blue eyes scanned from Aubrey to Jordan, her little minions that just stood and looked pretty behind her. They each held a neatly-trimmed manicure hand to their mouths even though they tried to show their pettiness. Aubrey flipped her waist-length hair over her shoulder as she whispered something to Kayla and Jordan. They both giggled some more and I saw a flash of coffee coloured hair before I noticed I was sprawled out at full length on the ground. I scrambled up as the whole class started laughing. It couldn't have been Jordan... she has strawberry blonde hair. I stared at Kayla and she twirled a strand of chestnut hair along her finger, sneaking a triumphant glare at me without anyone noticing. I slowly pulled myself onto my seat, sinking under my desk and felt another pair of eyes land on me. I didn't dare lift my eyes off my democracy sheet the rest of the day.

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I stared out the meadow at an old abandoned house. It couldn't have looked more uninviting. Grey, black, navy, broken windows, escalating ivy. My overgrown hoof hung above the sandy dead grass. I stood perfectly still on my three burning hooves, surely contaminated with laminitis. I didn't care; my mind was fixated on the rusty brown door. Cracks almost completely covered the wood stuck on the side. I lowered my head and fell to my knees, closing my blurry blue eyes and imagining my owner walking out that door, cheery and excited to see me against the bright sunshine. Opening my eyes again made my heart plummet to my stomach. The dull sky covered in hazy clouds killed any sunshine threatening to streak through, perfecting the scene hideously. I breathed through my nostrils heavily and let my head drop to the ground, waiting for my time to come.

I suddenly heard sobbing as I was drifting. I passed it off and my shoulder slightly shuffled. But I heard it again. It added to my impatient personality and only made me more curious... or annoyed. I shifted before stumbling to my feet and roamed around, hopping on three legs. My left foreleg shook in the air as I stumbled. As I got nearer, I felt the sudden urge to go faster. Adrenaline pumped through my whole body as I got close to the fence. Usually the spiked fence covered in electric wire taunted and teased me, threatening me. But this time I marched awkwardly towards it, grabbing some loose wire with my teeth and wrapping it round part of the fence. I kicked down the dark grey fence with my two strongest legs, although every single move drowned my body in pain. I didn't know what I was doing, but my conscious told me to keep going. I snorted and shook my weak, fragile head slowly. Deep pain shot up my legs, through my hindquarters and travelled round my aching neck. Just as my legs buckled and I was about to collapse, the fence snapped and broke into two pieces, falling to the floor. I fell to my knees but picked myself up again. Eyeing the small, knee-high broken fence, I stumbled backwards and took a deep breath. Skipping on three legs, I hurried up to the small fence and leaped over it awkwardly. My injured foreleg twisted to the left as my others pointed to different directions. I whinnied in shock as I landed on my side. It had all happened in a heartbeat. I writhed in pain and lifted my legs close to my stomach. You shouldn't be able to believe what an idiot I was to do next. I summoned all of my weak strength to stand. My right hock pointed inwards and I noticed my left had directed outwards. I stumbled towards the pitiful crying with my only good leg. I noticed that it had started to quieten down, and I leaned against the side of the crumbling bricks of the old neglected house. I held by breath and looked around the corner slightly. What I say made me forget about my own troubles. There sat a small fragile girl, clutching her knees with a red face. Tears were streaming freely down her cheeks. I released my breath and shuffled closer. I breathed on her freezing arms and she looked up from her lap. I saw her slight figure bounce in shock as I stood there, shaggy black coat, knotted mane, ruffled tail, legs stained with blood. But I'll never forget that moment when she called me beautiful.

"Hey.. boy," she gulped. I snorted softly and fumbled with my legs, shuffling closer. She moved position and kneeled, slowly stretching out her pale hand. I walked closer and her hand lightly touched my muzzle. I stumbled backwards at the touch and she retreated her hand quickly. I had never been pet like that before. I had always wanted affection from my owner. But I never expected to get it. I sensed her anxiety and relaxed, edging closer. She calmed too and stroked my muzzle, slowly getting to her feet.

"Hey boy... what are you doing out here, huh?" She whispered, rubbing my muddy forehead to reveal a tiny white mark. "This place is supposed to be an old abandoned farm." I dipped my head, relaxing my neck. "Where'd you come from?" She whispered in my ear. She ran her soft hand down my rough neck, patting my shoulder. I watched her every move with attentive eyes, alerting my ears as she spotted my swollen hocks with a frown. "I see..." she quietly said. "You poor boy."

After that, no words were needed. I just stood quietly, silently enjoying her affectionate strokes, my head close to hers. I knew a spark had gone off between us and snorted softly, closing my eyes and drifting off to sleep with her nurturing care.

I knew it was the start of something new. It was as easy to see as splashing in puddles.

Wild_Mustang & Gallopsi
2013-04-12 13:33:50
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