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March 2019 Story & Poem Contest Rules: Winning stories and poems will be published in Pony Pals Magazine. All entries must be original, meaning that the member who enters them must have written the text. To be eligible the story or poem must have a horse or pony in it someplace. Stories should be suitable for all ages, including younger members. All entries published in the Magazine will earn 500 Wiggins Bucks, the best stories and poems will earn 3000 Wiggins bucks and trophy for the writer. Pony writer quills are awarded every day, remember to quit the scavenger hunt and restart it after you get your quill to earn a higher score.

March 2019 Story & Poem Contest Rules: Winning stories and poems will be published in Pony Pals Magazine. All entries must be original, meaning that the member who enters them must have written the text. To be eligible the story or poem must have a horse or pony in it someplace. Stories should be suitable for all ages, including younger members. All entries published in the Magazine will earn 500 Wiggins Bucks, the best stories and poems will earn 3000 Wiggins bucks and trophy for the writer. Pony writer quills are awarded every day, remember to quit the scavenger hunt and restart it after you get your quill to earn a higher score.	Jane Crandal & JB
2019-02-27 16:37:10
Alone Part 2 By: Wind drummer The lady’s high heels clicked on the floor. “Victoria, your room will be on the 4th floor,” she said. “I have arranged for Stella to give you a tour, she will meet you in the hall at 1:30 pm.” Inside I screamed but on the outside I looked relaxed. “Sure!” I said but really, I would have said, “No way!” At 1:30 I met Stella in the hall. “Victoria! I have been waiting for hours and hours. Did you think I would wait...for you?!” I rolled my eyes. “I have only been here an hour so how could you have been waiting…..For “hours and hours” as you put it. “How...how…. how rude! I gonna make you pay little... child!” She spun on her heels and walked away. “Ugh” I said out loud. “What a snooty girl” “I heard you!” she yelled. A little while after my mom and dad left for home I was in my dorm packing my things away. I heard a knock on my door and rose to open it. “Hi!” A pretty golden haired girl stood in the doorway. “I’m Aria and I am so glad you are here!” She sounded so...happy. “Umm hi… I’m… Victoria but you can call me Tori”. “Then Tori it is!” Aria hung around for a while then left, leaving me in peace. I fell asleep, happy that I had spoken to 2 people but… I was still wondering about that horse… still wondering. In the morning I got ready for the day. At 8:15 I went down to eat… and hopefully make some friends. Our first class was maths… yay! Not. Our teacher was Mr Farent and he was… okay except in the seat behind me there were two annoying, giggling girls. It seemed like the day flew by….except those girls and after lunch Mrs Jackson clapped her hands to get attention. “Students or should I say young ladies! Hope you all have had a great day and any new pupils, I hope you have had a warm welcome. We will be horse riding for PE so please come dressed in your boots and the like.” Everyone burst into excited chatter but I was left with a sense of dread, I had no boots. Everyone was going to the stables, but not me. I hide under my bed trying to keep quiet, so no one would find me. After a little while I heard a noise. At first I didn’t make much out of it but soon I heard a creak coming from the door. Footsteps could be made out as the body moved around. Trying to keep quiet, I held by breath but a shadow could be made out and it crept closer and closer towards me. “Help!” I came out from under the bed and saw a dirty brown skinned girl looking at me. “Hi?” The girl looked scared. “Hi...i am...” “You don’t need to tell me your name.” I said “i just want to know what you are doing here.” I never found out what she was doing. She just said “Aʻole au i maopopo i kaʻu hana maʻaneʻi akā uaʻike wau ua kaʻawale mākou a pau e moe” and left. Without a sound I did see her again and that was when i went riding. I was able to borrow a spare pair of Aria’s boots so i could go riding the next time i got a chance. Anyway, i was on Gem and we were cantering across a paddock without a care. Suddenly a horse and rider ran across my path. “Stop!” She cried. I pulled up and dissmounted. The other rider did as well. “I remember you” i said. The girl noded and said “I am...i am....” “I said you don’t have to tell me your name” i whispered. “It’s alright. I want to. But.. i will tell you my horse’s name first. This is... Toahawk and i am Sorlita... it means alone. And i am... alone” “I know, and i... i know your horse, i rode him” i said. “You did? No one can ever touch him... only me.” “But why? I asked. “You want me to tell you?” “Yes, i do, you see i belonged to a tribe of people. People who lived here, without a care. I lived with them too but i was named Never Ending Sky. You see, when i was born, my mother left. I never knew why but i know now that it was because she...she...she” Sorlita burst into tears and i felt rooted to the spot, and started crying too. Sorlita rose and stood. “I am Sorlita and i am strong” then she got on Toahawk and rode away.	Wind drummer & True spirit
2019-03-04 16:03:41
can i enter a haiku?	sksenger & Enchantment
2019-03-05 17:43:52
Yes! Hopefully there's a horse or pony involved!!!	Jane Crandal & JB
2019-03-06 15:53:30
A friendship between a girl and her pony lasts forever. It ensures that the pony will never throw hid girl off for the joy of it. It means that the pony will be there for the girl. They ride together in the rain in the snow in the sun in the hail. The pony loves its girl. She always cares for him no matter the condition of the weather no matter her busy schedule. They love each other. Even if the pony dies. The girl will always remember him. If he was a champion stallion, or a old simple gelding. She will remember him as her pony. Even if she gets a new pony. He will still be her's forever and ever. And will never leave her. never ever.	kyko6 & Baisle
2019-03-09 21:08:35
A horse is an elegant creature. As I look into the pasture I can see how. I notice seven horses cantering joyfully past their buddies. They trot past cows and a mule. A horse is an elegant creature, indeed.	Bananaboohoo & Leviathan
2019-03-13 18:58:15