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April 2016 Story & Poem Entries Note: 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.

You could be anything (when you are with a horse) By: hosessaddles You might be a good gymnast, but you can only get so good, before you get to old and have to quit, the tricks and medals and boards. You could be a good swimmer, but you can only have your energy for so long, before you'll use it up and then you'll realize, that your whole team is crying in despair because you haven't reached the end. You could be a great horseman or horsewoman, and you can go anywhere in the horse world, no matter if you're a hot walker or jockey, or a jumper, trainer, or horse whisperer. You see, with other sports, there is not that much you can do, and even if you are old and tired, you have so endless possibilities, more than all other sports combined, that the horse world can never give way to any other job.	hosessaddles & Phoenix
2016-04-11 20:36:30
Like a Horse By boterkoekje I want to be as strong as a horse. I want to be as brave as a horse. As free as a horse. But then I remember a horse has no choice. And a horse has a very big nose. A horse doesn't smell as pleasent as a rose. And a horse doesn't wear any clothes. Would I fit being a horse? That is a question no one knows.	boterkoekje & Bebbles
2016-04-15 19:22:22
Title: ~~Elements~~ By: Yours truly. *cough cough* or Horsesforever12. Whichever you prefer. Her breath formed a white cloud before quickly dispersing in the frosty mountain air. She was cold. He could see it written across every crevice of her face, not to mention her trembling hands. He knew the elements like he knew his horse, and these mountains were one of the harshest places on Earth. Her sapphire eyes suddenly snapped up to clash with his own. He didn't want to, but he could feel himself sinking deep into those powerful, fiery irises. "It is cold," she whispered past a tense jaw. "Something I am not, unfortunately, familiar with." It was true. She had never dared to venture past the protective gates of her paradise. But look at her now. "Then, unfortunately, you are going to have to get familiar with it." His words were colder than the frigid atmosphere surrounding them. Once they were out, he regretted them. She turned away, fiery irises less fiery, and glanced down at her worn hands. Two weeks ago her hands had been smooth. He knew because he had held her hand when he had helped her into the boat. But as he followed her gaze, he couldn't help wincing at the gruesome callouses that had bloomed onto her palms. He longed...ached even...to reach out and fold his warm hands around her cold ones. But what would she think of that? "How much longer shall it take me to finally be seen as equal in your eyes?" The sudden question made him jump. He trained his eyes on her clear, porcelain-colored face and frowned. "I am not sure I know what you mean," he responded, his tone softer this time. She gave a slight shrug of her hunched shoulders and stared off into the distant sky. "I may be a Royal, and I may even be your superior...but ever since you kidnapped me-" her voice hiccuped and her brow strained. The wound was still fresh, that he could plainly see. "You have...treated me...unlike anyone ever has. You are unfathomably selfish and negative and cold-hearted..." she trailed off, having made her point. "What would you expect from someone like me?" He retorted sharply, feeling strangely offended. If eyes were swords, she had just cut him to pieces. "I wouldn't know since you won't even tell me your name." She stuck her chin out, eyebrow raised in a challenge. At this he couldn't stifle a small smile. "I did," he responded half-heartedly, fiddling with the handle of his sword, eyes never leaving her perfect face. "Your real one, I mean," she said with a roll of her eyes. She wasn't exactly ignorant, and he found that slightly alluring. Silence invaded. On top a mountain, miles from civilization, he finally began to realize how truly alone they were. It sent an unwelcome shiver down his spine. He could handle dozens of military trained soldiers, underground palaces laced with booby traps, and ballrooms littered with assassins in disguise...but he couldn't stand being alone. The presence of another human being beside him gave him some reassurance. But it was all he could do not to sink into the ground to escape the deafening quiet between them. "I wish that for once all would be right with the world," her soft voice interrupted the stillness and he let out the air he had held captive in his lungs. He turned to her, eyes narrowing. "Well, I dare say it shan't, so don't get your hopes up." Deep down, he yearned for the same thing, but he would never admit it. She bit her lip and hugged herself a little tighter. Once again, a desire to embrace this form beside him pulsated through his bones. No, he told himself. She must learn to adapt to the elements as I have. "But without hope, what do we have?" He could feel her gaze on him, scrutinizing every inch of his face. He shifted uncomfortably and poked at the snow beneath his shoe. "Survival. Surviving is what drives us to go on." "I disagree. One cannot survive unless he has something to survive for." He knew she was right. She had been right about a lot of things lately. She was excavating things he had long ago buried, and he both loved and hated her for it. "Then answer me this, Princess...what are you surviving for?" His tone came off as nonchalant, but he was truly curious. He had been wondering what that driving passion burning in her eyes had been ever since he had jumped on her that first day. Even when the elements bore down around them in relentless contempt, even when the only thing to be seen was miles of perilous mountainside, those sapphire eyes never lost their vigor. It made him feel inferior...a feeling that he was not one to bear. She lifted her head with sense of dignity and smiled at the horizon. "I am surviving for my people...for my friends...for the ones I love. I may be far from home, but even on these wastelands I am making a difference simply by hoping. That is why hope is everything. And when one has lost hope..." she let her gaze sink into him as she paused, "...then they are nothing." Silence. What was he supposed to say to that? Now he understood why she had been his first mission. This princess from paradise was a born leader with the potential of re-shaping society. People like her either became tyrants or legends. He ran his tongue past his chapped lips and pulled in a pained sigh. The cold oxygen burned his lungs, and he enveloped the sensation. "Why did you kidnap me?" Her inquiry made him shrivel inside. He sighed again, louder this time. "I told you. For your own protection," he returned. She frowned and caressed her crimson fingertips. "Yes, but you did not have to. Did you want to?" "Kidnap you? No." "Protect me." He studied her for a moment, pondering the question. "I suppose so. I wouldn't have come all this way otherwise." At this, she pulled her dry lips back into a smile. With nothing but nature and it's elements for company, he couldn't help but feel that she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He quickly looked away from her, rebuking himself. "I am thankful. It is comforting to know there are those ever-ready to protect me." she said softly. He hadn't thought of it like that. Had he been the first of many? The thought sent ripples of jealousy throughout his stomach. "You aren't exactly a commoner," he responded dryly. She raised a burnet brow at him and blinked. "No, but I am your equal all the same," she replied. What was it with her and equals? "Of course, whatever you say, Princess," he mocked. Her smile faded and her eyes flashed. "You needn't call me that, you know. I am not the one going around addressing you 'Kidnapper'." She sunk her enflamed irises deep into his soul. He couldn't help squirming beneath such a gaze. He could stare down a murderer ten times his size and not even flinch...but he couldn't hold the eyes of a twenty year-old girl? "You can call me whatever you like. I'm sure I won't mind." His tone came out softer than he intended and he looked away. "Alright, then I shall henceforth address you as 'Alladhi Yahmi, One Who Protects'. Although, I would very much like to hear your real name." He could sense that she had drawn closer to him and he turned back only to collide with those two brilliant blue irises. He let himself be drawn in for a moment, and when he went to break their gaze he found that he couldn't. "I...I can't," he whispered. She grimaced, and he knew at once that he'd hurt her. "It's for your own protection," he explained. "I understand," she replied. At that moment an icy gust surged in from the upper summits and engulfed the two unprotected mortals in its unmerciful grasp. The princess cringed against the cold and he watched as shivers wracked her body. Her eyes glistened with fresh tears and he had to remind himself that she would never learn if he helped her. But as he watched her blink away the tears and pretend to be alright, he felt his heart plummet into his gut. He was her protector, and he was letting her suffer. Cursing himself inwardly, he bit his lip and edged nearer to her. He took out his arm, hesitated, and finally let it fall around her quivering shoulders. She snapped her head up at his unfamiliar and unnatural touch and studied his eyes. He tried to remain guarded...neutral...but she slid beneath his practiced walls and found the kindness he tried so hard to hide. She smiled and leaned her head against his chest, breathing in the smell of leather and horses, drinking in the warmth and comfort. He remained frozen in time, unable to comprehend the sensation of her against him. And then- whether he liked it or not -he melted. He took his other hand and enclosed it around her much smaller one, allowing warmth to saturate her numb nerves. Then he allowed himself to do something he never thought he'd do. He leaned his head down on top of hers and closed his eyes, shutting out the world. Together they breathed each other in, breathed the chilly mountainside and monstrous precipices out. The sound of heartbeats was the only noise to be heard. It was just them against the elements of a cruel world. But they knew they would be alright.	Horsesforever12 & Jedi
2016-04-16 23:22:23
Title: Vivita's herd Chapt. 1 ~ A hard winter came a huge responcibility ~Written by: Vizeryn The wind howled intensively. Snow piled onto the mountains and hills, a horse herd resting quietly. A large black stallion flicked his ears, watching over his mares. His name was Vivita. In his prime, he could easily deal with challengers. His bloodline was rich, and he was large and strong. Giving powerful blows, most would give up easily. But this year, other stallions were not his issue. The intense snow was. It was cold, his offspring barely making it. It was always cold in the Rockies. Even if it was summer, it was still quite cool. Human encroaching was also a problem. During the summer, human entities would come with raging helicopters and chase the herds into a corral, dividing them into groups. Ones for slaughter, ones to release, and ones to tame for money. Vivita was standing tall, some dried grass still hanging from his mouth. His mares with their foals moved down, looking for more food. Most were skinny. Even the powerful Vivita. He followed behind, snaking a few to keep them moving quickly. His sharp hooves punctures into the snow, it crunching under his feet. He let out a whinny, snaking a mare with her foal slightly. He needed to keep them moving. The recent spot they were at was getting famine. A scarcity of food. His dark coloration was easy to spot. Which meant he was spotted by many predators. His coloration in the white surroundings was putting everyone of his family members in risk. Cougar's and bears were not a huge problem. They only went after the foals. The largest main predator was the mighty and power ones. The wolves. Each herd member cooperated with each other. If one was at risk, most would help. Vivita had a large role of keeping everyone safe. During the night under a full moon, the herd moved under the tree's whilst the snow came raging down, blinding everything. Foal's stood close with their mothers, eating grasses with their mothers and suckling. Vivita stood with a favorite mare named Nikkita. So, they continued to hunker down under the large oaktrees and sagebrush, their frames piled with snow. Vivita nickered to Nikkita, grooming her quietly. He perked his ears up when he smelt a wolf nearby. He neighed to the herd to group together, keeping the foals with them and to NOT run. When grouped together and not moving, along with protecting each other, they wouldn't get a good shot. Vivita stood on his hind legs, rearing up and throwing his hooves at the wolves. They snarled, nipping at his heels. One got to close to the back of him. An inexperienced wolf. Vivita kicked at it. The wolves realized the danger, and howled to group together again. They left, barking as they went deep into the meadows and forest. Vivita neighed, and snaked the herd. He wanted to keep moving. He turned back, hearing a whinny. One of the creamy foals was too cold. Vivita nuzzled it to it's hooves, in which it fell in a desperate attempt to get up. Vivita seen the herd waiting impatiently. He was forced to leave the foal and keep the other almost twenty horses safe. The creamy foal watches Vivita leave slowly, giving a glance to him. He seen the creamy foal try to get up, but fail. He gave a deep exhale, smoke coming from his flared nostrils. A few minutes goes by, and the foal doesn't see the herd anymore. He struggled to his long legs, falling again and again. Attempt after attempt for nearly 15 minutes, he finally gets to his feet. He was cold, and shivered intensively. He heard a whinny, a white horse coming towards him. It was his mother, who returned to see if he was there. She rushed him to his hooves, leading him towards the herd. They joined up again, Vivita getting the herd running. A sudden run was hard for the horses, but it would warm them up and get their blood pumping. Moonlight disappeared slowly as they made their way into the meadows, as dawn approached. Vivita and Nikkita grazed next to each other, Vivita stopping to check on the herd. He whinnied, communicating with each one. The creamy foal regained his strength suddenly, and was back to chasing and sparing with the other foals. Time passes, and so goes seasons. Seasons come and seasons grow. So do bones. Stretching, and getting stronger. Horses get older, passing and going. Winter came to a stop, entering a late March. Snow was still there, but melted quickly with the sudden gain of heat. It was hotter then usual. Usually, it would still be cold out. Vivita however, didn't care about the sudden change in temperature. His brown orbs watches the herd carefully, his ears twitching. He breathed loudly, his nostrils flared. He gave a few whinnies and neighs, keeping the herd content. Foal's got older since the December snow storms, stronger and taller. The creamy foal was now bigger, topping some of the other foals. Vivita, or Vivian, watches the herd. His ears perked as he heard a whinny nearby. A bay stallion approached, and pounded his hoof on the ground. He was quite small, inexperienced. Vivita neighed aggressively, approaching him with a high legged trot. He put his hoof down, his mane and tail long and swaying in the wind. Both stallions approached close, squaring each other up. With a sudden movement of the bay stallion, Vivita nipped his neck, and reared towards him. Both gave kicks, and nips. After a small battle, the bay stallion bucked and galloped away. Vivita's foals and mares were safe. For now. A sudden change would come. One that would impact their lives. They wouldn't expect it, nor see it coming.	Vizeryn & Snowdrop
2016-04-17 10:54:08
A passion fuelled by sun of night, let us Lope under thy firelight, because Look! Red hooves and a ruddy gaze, all but Work of shadowman craze. She befell Death like sword to stone, shattered by magic- Now a black mare, alone. Once wild and free, What is this word tragic? She walks unaided, Untamed as ashes. Merely a shadow Of a sunrise once lost. Frightening to see; Even more so to watch. Behold her jaded Bridle of willow: don't steal. Don't kneel. Just Don't come aided. For Helix, nightmare never Was one for waiting. Silent she stood, staring Into your eyes. Until you were gone, Vanished into demise.	Adiesoph & Diablo
2016-04-19 16:59:03
By BreyerCrazy2016 Sometimes i wish life on the farm could be nice and beautiful every day. 65 and sun shining but that's not how it works. If you want to know if your truly horse crazy.Ask your self this.Would i go out in rain heat or cold if Yes I love my pony is your awnser you are truly horse crazy.If you wanna bake cookies for your pony there is a recipie in the book HORSE CRAZY GIRLS ONLY.I have tried it. i once mixed up the recipie to make it for humans and to bake it you might need to go shopping.The cookie will make your horse happy and delightful.And if you ride english and have material you can make your own XC course from scratch.I have tried just today 4/22/16.	BreyerCrazy2016 & Aurum
2016-04-22 19:04:47
Name: John and Peanut Written by: PeanutisaBay One day, there was a 9 year old boy named Johnson but everyone called him John. He had a 600 WBuck board bill due but he was 100 WBucks short and he had 3 horses. One day, he forgot about the bill and entered his horse, Peanut in a cross country course. 1st place was 200 WBucks, and 2nd was 50 WBucks and 3rd was 25 WBucks. He entered the course and won. And later he payed the bill. THE END	PeanutisaBay & Liquorice
2016-04-26 04:15:31
The Missing Pony By PeanutisaBay One day, there was a boy named John, and he had three horses. One day he left the paddock fence open and one of his horses, named Beauty ran out! When John found out, he hopped on his pony, Peanut and started to look for Beauty. Creamy was left alone, all bored, then suddenly she thought of help John find Beauty, so of course, she jumped the fence! John finally gave up and started back home, because it was getting dark and he didn't want to get lost in the woods! He put Peanut away then found out that Creamy was gone too! John didn't bother this time because he was very tired. He finally reached his cabin and got ready for bed. Straight after he had finished, he flopped into bed and went to sleep.... Having nightmares about his horses!! But he was much happier when he woke up. He went for a ride to find both horses. He found Creamy at the estate and when she saw him she ran off toward the mansion. John followed behind, trying to catch her. They finally reached the mansion and John found Beauty!! John told Creamy, "if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't of found beauty!" I'm definitely not selling you!! John was so happy to have both horses back home and he was going to be more careful...and keep the gate closed!! THE END :D	PeanutisaBay & Liquorice
2016-04-26 06:50:22
EMMA Poem By TheHorseRiders Emma is the best pony. All my friends agree. She is a chestnut mare. We make quite a pair. I love to go on rides Even though I keep tapping her sides! I love her trot As it goes clip clop. She is the best Even though she ate my math test!	TheHorseRiders & Chiko
2016-04-26 10:41:14