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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
2019-02-28 00:37:10
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 & Renaria
2019-03-05 00:03:41
can i enter a haiku?	sksenger & Enchantment
2019-03-06 01:43:52
Yes! Hopefully there's a horse or pony involved!!!	Jane Crandal & JB
2019-03-06 23:53:30
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.	user no longer exists & ---
2019-03-10 05:08:35
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 & Honey Pot
2019-03-14 01:58:15
"A New Day" by Adeline HC "Grace Anne Winston, are you going to go weed the garden, or aren't you?" Mom called to me. I jumped off the porch and hurried over to her. Grace Anne Winston. Yep, that was me. I knelt down into the soil and started jerking out the pesky weeds. The sun was mildly warm on my back, but it wasn't too bad, considering other tremendously hot summer days. It was a perfect weeding day. I glanced over my shoulder to see Shirley, my dark brown draft horse, Chipper, a project pony ready to sell, and Wish, my bay Arabian. I was so happy to have her home, after the time she was lost. She was coming along now, and I was already starting to ride her easily. It's been a week since she's been home. It was Monday. I smiled and then went back to my work. Chipper should soon find a home, I thought. I hope he'll be happy. I gazed back at his golden chestnut coat and smiled. His coat color always made me chipper. I removed my hands from the soil and moved on to another row. Carrots. They were sprouting, and they would be delicious when they were ready to remove from the ground. I gently pulled the weeds away around them, not wanting to disturb their growing spirits. Soon, I was done. I looked at my hands and then rushed to the hose. I hated the feeling of dried dirt under my fingernails. I rinsed my hands swiftly and sighed with relief. I shook them dry, watching the horse's once more. Time for my ride. I jogged back to the porch and grabbed my boots. I heard a horse nicker and looked up to see who it was. Wish trotted up to the fence, eager and willing. She was spirited, of course, but very loyal and special. I loved her as much as she loved me. I grabbed her hackmore and opened the gate, stepping quietly through it. Wish floated over to me, her fine head raised curiously. Her delicate notrels quivered as I slipped on her halter. I easily fastened the halter onto her head and brought her out of the 4 acre pasture. She gracefully skipped out of the way when I fastened the gate closed. I grabbed a brush from the barn and skimmed it over her bright coat. She looked at me curiously and gently nudged my shoulder. I smiled at her and her eyes gleamed. I finished brushing and slid on the hackmore. Wish accepted it with ease, then I tied her beside the barn. Her bay coat shined in the sunlight. I rushed to get Shirley and then brushed her coat until I was sure she was comfortable and fully brushed. I untied Wish and sidled her up beside the fence and quietly slid onto her back, still holding on to Shirley's hackamore reins. My best friend and I were going on a ride, our first ride of the summer. Rose Welling and I are always full of adventure and mystery, so it was natural that we have become close friends. She also had a twin brother and he was fun to be around too. She was almost 13. I trotted Wish out of the driveway and turned right onto the road, Shirley following obediently. Rose would ride her. I could feel Wish wanted to run, but I kept her head, so that Shirley wouldn't have to use up all her energy. We passed the Finlin farm. They were also friends, and they were in the same business as me, except that they had more horses. Jacob Finlin, Ian Finlin, and Philip Finlin were the ones that took care of them, and Samuel Finlin was the youngest of the brothers, around the age of 4. Jacob Finlin was about my brother Wyatt's age, and he was a Junior in his high school courses. Ian Finlin was a little older than me. And Philip Finlin was a bit younger than me, about Rose's age, and he had a gift for horses, but he never bragged about it or even noticed it. We passed the Crawley farm next. I didn't know them very well, except that Thoma Crawley was 10 and always got into trouble, Martha Crawley was my age and kept to herself, their mother and father, Sarah and Joseph Crawley, were nice. Mrs. Crawley was a stay at home type, and Mr. Crawley loved his cows and was always to-the-point and cheerful. Wish and Shirley trotted on and finally, we were at the Welling home. It wasn't a farm, and they only had a dog for a pet. His name was Browser. He was a middle aged border collie. He had brown and black spots, mixed in with white. He was a quizzical dog and gave warning barks in cautious defense of his family. But once he came over to you, he was all happy and wagging his tale lazily. Shirley was well accustomed to his greetings. Wish sidestepped to get a good look at the canine and then went on. I looked around the yard and then called for Rose. "Grace Winston! What a beautiful morning it is!" Rose's father smiled, coming out of the doorway. He was a tall man, with blonde hair and blue eyes that were passed on to his daughter. "Hello. It sure is a nice day." I agreed. "Rose will be with you in a minute. Was just about to head to work. Carpenter Board is sure in business at this time of year when the shows are around." Mr. Welling informed. Carpenter Board was a casual boarding stable in town, not a carpenter shop. Coal Carpenter bought one of my prize project horses named Honey. She was a nice, young Friesian mare, and Coal renamed her Dew Drop Lacey. Lucy Welling pushed against her father to get out the door and smiled up at me. She was a redhead, like her brother and mother. Her bright green eyes peeked curiously up at me and she grinned. She waddled over to Shirley and placed a hand on her large soft nose. Lucy giggled. She ran back to her father and that was when Rose came outside. "Hey, Grace! Sorry, I had to get my boots and a handkerchief. You never know when the day will turn from perfect to scorching hot and the sweat will annoy you furiously." Rose said seriously. I smiled and watched Rose climb onto a boulder beside the driveway. She plunged onto Shirley back and then settled herself calmly. "All ready?" I asked her. She nodded. We turned the horses to go out the driveway and heard Rodney calling. "Too bad I can't come with you! Have fun!" "We will!" we shouted together. Shirley and Wish moved into a trot and we turned right. "Let's ride to the border of the Allens' and then turn back, maybe go to the school house." Rose suggested. It sounded alright to me. I could hear Rose singing beautifully behind me and I recognized the tune of the hymn "'Tis Love That Makes Us Happy". We quickened our pace in tune to the song and the land bordered with a fenceline stopped us. We set off in the direction we had come and brought the horses into a fast walk, in the tune of "Whiter Than Snow". "Wish looks so much better, now that she's been properly taken care of." Rose said from behind, after she finished the hymn. I smiled, agreeing fully. I nodded so she could see me and then we started to trot again when we once again passed her house. Wish was enjoying the light exercise and she pranced beneath me. I glanced at her ears and then looked ahead as we passed the Finlin farm. A half a quarter mile later we passed the Crawley farm. Next, my house. The horses moved into a steady lope and Rose laughed happily behind me. As we neared the schoolhouse, about a hundred yards off, I saw a blur of white crossing the school parking lot. Wish stopped short and her head went up high, above my head. She let out a piercing whinny and I watched the white blurr race faster towards us. Shirley let out a low toned whinny and I could hear her shifting uneasily behind me. Wish brought herself up in a low rear and gave a small nervous buck. The horse was coming head on towards them. I heard shouting from the barely visible rider on his back and smack of a whip. I whaled uncontrollably. "Stop!" I yelled, urging Wish to run after the cruel rider. I felt tears daring to flow from my eyes. The white horse ran crazily, frightened. Wish ran with great effort, and she barely broke the distance between the white horse and her. I let her loose fully and we finally were about 9 yards away from them. My mind wasn't on Rose, who was wondering what had overcome her friend and was struggling to keep Shirley from running after her pasture pal, and it wasn't on how dangerously fast Wish was going. It was on the horrifying scene in front of me. The rider once again sent the whip across the white horse's flank and it shot the horse forward. Wish was drawing back fast. I pleaded with her and she once again brought out the last of her saved strength. I could barely see, but what I heard were only hoofbeats, drowning out any other sound. I could hear the white horse in front of me slow a bit and I knew it was tiring from the tremendous surge it had gone through. I choked on the wind that was forced into my mouth when I breathed. Wish was lathered, and her bay coat was dark with sweat. I could feel her slow and didn't stop her. She came to a trot and I quickly dismounted, my mind on her now. "Oh, Wish!" I cried. Wish looked at me lovingly, but her eyes also displayed confusion. I rubbed her neck tiredly, knowing she was much more tired than I was. I felt tears fall down my cheeks and I walked Wish in a circle, letting her breath come back to normal. A minute later, Rose rode up astride Shirley, and the look across her face was grave with concern. I looked up at her. "She's OK." I said quietly. I looked at Wish's head and my eyes caught her looking off in the distance. There, about 20 yards ahead, rider yelling uncaringly, was the white horse. It stood trembling, its eyes filled with fear, and its head lowered so that its nose almost touched the grassy ground. My heart filled with hope and I handed the reins to Rose without a word. I walked over to the rider that stared angrily it his horse. My eyes mirrored his outrage, but the fury was not for the horse. The rider saw me and then glanced at his horse. I glared into the eyes of the rider and he glared back. "What were you trying to do? You scared my horse!" he exclaimed. My anger built. "What good would that do? You already finished that job!" I shouted, pointing to the horse. The rider stood there, staring madly. "How dare you!" he replied. "How dare you hurt this horse!!" I screamed. "He's a fool horse!" the rider hollered. "You're a fool rider!" I replied. My eyes burned with tears when I glanced at the shaken horse. He didn't deserve this. "How can you be so evil!?" I asked angrily, but I didn't wait for an answer. I softly walked over to the horse. He wasn't white, but a flea-bitten grey. He looked young, and he had a nice head, but he looked tiredly old, and his head wasn't proud at all now. Soft tears streamed down my face as I spoke softly to the horse, "Yes, boy, it'll be alright. You take it easy now, you'll be OK." I stepped near his head and didn't reach for his halter. I scratched his neck and looked at the fancy saddle, now wet from sweat that had been blown from the horse's neck. I removed it from his foamy back and kept on scratching him gently. I moved back to his head and reached above the poll to grasp the terribly tight bridle. The horse looked at me with wonder and confusion. He blew through his nostrils but that was the only move he made to become more comfortable. He didn't lick his lips, glad to be rid of the dreadful bit. He didn't shake like a dog, happy to have a back free of saddle. He only stood there tiredly, sadness and fright expressed everywhere in his being. I once again felt hot tears creap down my face and rubbed him with hands. "Now, listen here. You have no right-" "Quiet!" I snapped. "Quiet? He's my horse!!" the rider shouted. "You don't even care for him correctly!" I corrected. "Fine! You take him then! You fool! I don't want anymore to do with him! Go!" the rider screamed furiously. I rubbed the horse's mouth and then grasped the halter carefully. I led him away from the awful rider, silent and sure. The horse groaned tiredly, and I understood. But I also wanted to get far away from the rider, before he changed his cruel mind. I also knew that this horse wanted to be far away from his merciless master. I sniffed, no more tears to comfort me. I saw Rose with Shirley and Wish up ahead. Wish and Shirley sounded curious greetings to the newcomer and stomped impatiently to go forward to meet him. "Grace, what happened? All I heard was loud yelling." Rose said quietly, glancing at the horse. "I'll tell you later. Let's get this guy home." I directed.	Adeline HC & Esprit Ellis
2019-03-21 18:19:37
It is times like these I lose myself. The times I am alone with him. We lay under the sun countless days and sleep under the stars, refusing to go back. Picnics on the front lawn and rides up to the mountain top. Nothing is better than being with him. I watched him gallop around the pasture, his muscles working underneath his palomino coat. It felt good to have Camry to myself. He stopped and comes up to me and nickers. The tranquility of the breeze and the smell of hay wafting from the barn couldn't be better. I pet his pink, velvet nose. He snorts and goes away again. Sometimes, I wish he wasn't just a figment of my imagination.	Holmes & George
2019-03-25 20:10:30
Sea Horse Under the cold light of the stars there - there; he stands, silent and wise ears pricked and alert, eyes bright and fierce and strong and brave. The wind softly embraces him: all bright eyes and soft ears and small, tiny whickers You run to him and the sea crashes and burns and freezes around you; time stops and there is only you and this sea horse.	Leia Stormcloud & Blue
2019-03-31 06:11:28