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October 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.

October 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.

Jane Crandal & JB
2014-09-30 20:13:52
Title: All Hail the Queen
By: Horsesforever12

~Part 2~

Tale Number Two:~~~~~~~~Best of Friends~~~~~~~~

The sun made the backs of my eyelids a vague orange color as I woke in the early morn. My amber eyes flickered open slowly and took in my familiar surroundings. A rather large bedroom with ivory walls and granite floors. My body-size mirror standing silently in the corner and a gigantic portrait of myself staring back at me from the right wall. The five windows in my room, draped with satin purple curtains, glimmered with the first rays of the dawning sun. I yawned and stretched my legs, which had cramped slightly while I had slept. I trotted over to my mirror and shook my mane...or what existed of it. I was almost a yearling but still didn't have much of a mane. My face looked normal and beautiful...as it always did...but something felt...different. I suddenly heard Nurse Petunia calling for me and rushed out of my bedroom. I clopped down the long hallway until I found the flustered mare.
"Nurse Petunia? Did you call for me?" I asked her.

"Of course I did. Your mother needs you immediately in the dining hall." the nurse replied. I nodded and began to walk in that direction.

"Amira! Where is your crown?" the nurse interrupted me. I swallowed and turned around.

"In my bedroom, ma'am." I answered. The horse let out a sigh.

"I swear, filly, you're going to be the death of me. Come, I'll help you fetch it. Goodness, dear, hurry!" with that, Nurse Petunia headed off to my room, me following. She found the silver crown on my bureau and placed it on my head. She then hurried me off to the dining hall. When I reached the large, festive room I found my mother standing at the end of the table talking to my father. When they heard my hoofbeats they turned to look at me. My mother's face broke into a smile, which surprised me, because she doesn't smile very often. Whenever I'm called to the dining hall or the throne room I'm usually in big trouble. I trotted over, my suspicion rising.

"Amira, dear! You'll never guess!" she gushed. My father was smiling right alone with her, but it was more of an amused grin.

"Did I do something...?" my voice trailed off as I stopped in front of my excited dam.

"For once, no! OH, you'll never guess. It is simply splendid!" besides herself, the queen almost gave a buck. I thought she would, but she didn't.

"What happened?" I questioned, my curiosity growing.

"Queen Alana is what happened." my mother's face beamed. I raised an eyebrow.

"She is my best friend from fifteen years ago. She moved away to Great Bitland* and I never got to see her again. But this morning she surprised me by coming for a visit! She is the the most wonderful horse I know." my mother spit out, her tongue flying faster than a hummingbird's wings. My father faked a grimace.

"Hey! What about me?" he kidded. My mother shot a "you're pathetic and you know it" glance at him and turned back to me, her eyes glowing with anticipation for what she was going to say next.

"You won't believe this, Amira. Alana has a young colt exactly your age! His name is Sovereign. You two will be the best of friends!" my mother couldn't contain her excitement. I wasn't sure what to think of the news. I had never had a friend before. Most of the colts and fillies in our kingdom thought I was a stuck up princess. And I could be, but didn't really care. I wondered what Sovereign would think of me.

"Is he-they- royalty?" I asked. My mother's smile faded slightly.

"Well...not exactly. Alana's mate is a Noble and works for the king of Great Bitland. They are not royalty, yet they are not peasants or merchants. But what does it matter?" the queen explained. I frowned. I was kind of hoping Sovereign would be a royal.


The pure black colt stood at exactly my height and stared right into my face. His eyes were a deep brown color and he had a small diamond on his bridle path. His face was not ugly at all (as I had somehow expected) and his coat glimmered like the feathers of a raven. He smiled at me and played with his front right hoof shyly.

"Hi. I'm Sovereign." he said. his voice was quiet and sweet. I smiled, despite myself.

"Hello. My name is Princess Amira Leanna Frederick of Prance**." I responded.

"That's a pretty name." he grinned.

"Thank you." Something felt funny as I said the words. I shrugged and grinned back at my new friend

Horsesforever12 & Jedi
2014-10-10 02:37:13
The Phantom Horse (Senetra)
By: Emilyhana2389

Thunder. A deafening roar followed by a blinding flash of murderous, terrifying lightning. Stabbing the sky it reveals the figure of a lone black stallion standing bravely under a huge fir tree. This powerful mustang stallion is Senetra. The Phantom Horse.
Chased away from his own herd by the lead stallion when he was only a mere, helpless, black him, Senetra had been declared dead. The ghostly mustang appears in small towns at midnight when the air is thick and icy. Before you see him you hear the howling of the wolves that had threatened him. Countless men have tried to put an end to the phantom horse because he steals their mares and foals to make the herd he never had.
Senetra is said to put a curse on anyone who sees him, dooming them with bad luck for the rest of their lives. Those who try to catch Senetra are lead into a deep forest called The Wanderers Forest and they are never seen again.
Senetra’s heard as it is often called is only built up of mares and foals who are willing to follow. He forces no one to come with him but simply runs into the stable. In his presents the locks turn to ash and the horses grow strong and break down the doors to their stalls.
Senetra lifts his head as the clouds roll away. A stream of sunlight cascades down his scarred coat like a flowing water fall. The mustang screams and flies across the wet field. A black bullet dashing up the mountain his legs barely touching the ground.
Is Senetra really a phantom who uses magic to free the horses? The only ones who know are the horses. Is this a fairy tale or reality? Whatever Senetra is, he gallops free as all horses should. Senetra is a true mustang.

Emilyhana2389 & Fire Walker
2014-10-10 20:07:00
By AuthorToBe

Part One: Breathe

Thud. I try to suck in air as my back slams into the arena dirt. Nothing. No dusty air can enter my lungs. I feel the hoof beats of my horse galloping away. I can barely hear the screams of the crowd through the ringing in my ears. This wasn't how it was supposed to end. Not here. Not now. This day was supposed to end in triumph as I gripped the Junior Nationals trophy. My picture would be all over every horse magazine in the country. Mine and Goodbye's. It had been nearly a year since I moved and got my two beautiful horses. Now I didn't know what would happen. I feel the running footsteps and feel myself being lifted onto a stretcher. Yet I can't see, my eyes won't open. I can barely hear, the ringing is still as strong as ever. I can't move, my limbs feel like lead. I hear the low droning of the people talking over me. The rocking of the ambulance soothes my pounding heart. One of the EMT's sticks something on my face. I make out one word above the drone.


And so I did.

Hope you enjoy.


AuthorToBe & Sweet Adeline
2014-10-11 20:41:52

Admin: Hi, this is where you enter stories and poems for our next contest. Do you have one you have written????? Hope so!!

heidi123 & Spartan
2014-10-17 00:44:26
By Roncy and Wave Runner

Over the jump,
Soaring through the air
I can't describe that yearning
It just doesn't seem fair.

Many times I've asked,
But the answer's always no.
I feel that sad feeling
No matter where I go.

Horses, Horses, Horses,
Always in my dreams.
A horse of my own,
A perfect life, it would seem.

God's wonderful creature,
So beautiful, so strong.
But His Word tells me
That it won't be long.

When Christians go to Heaven,
God will have horses there.
I think of all my relatives
Riding on white mares.

Horses or not,
I will try to enjoy life.
But I will always have that yearning;
It's sharper than a knife.

Roncy & Bertone
2014-10-18 13:09:31
Legend of the Horse Spirit
By Roncy

A mystery. The legend is a mystery that no one can solve. Some doubt that it is real. They believe that it is a superstition. But no one has proven it.
The Legend, to those who believe, is nothing but a feeling - a part of your conscience. There is no horse, simply a spirit of one, but it is said to live near the town. Many townspeople vanish mysteriously.
They always come back with an unexplainable happiness, forgetting where they were, so no one can ever figure out where they go. Sometimes, though, often the night of a storm or lunar eclipse, you can see the shadow of a herd of horses gayly leaping away in the distance, although there are no wild horses in the area.
Nobody really understands this legend. All we know is that it exists, and that only those who love horses with their whole heart are summoned by the horse spirit, who is truly a wild, free horse.

Roncy & Bertone
2014-10-18 18:40:33
Title: The Snowflakes Fall
By: Horsesforever12 ~~~

Down, down, down
The snowflakes fall
Land, land, land
The snowflakes call

Slowly, slowly, slowly
They litter the horse's brow
Beautifully, beautifully, beautifully
They make a shivery crown

Glinting, glinting, glinting
They make a snowy trail
Swishing, swishing, swishing
Goes the horse's tail

Trampling, trampling, trampling
The horse's hooves trod
Singing, singing, singing
The wind sings a song

Horsesforever12 & Jedi
2014-10-20 17:34:02
Ponies, Not Horses
By Iamfree

Almost every single girl I knew had a horse. I mean, couldn't that at least bother someone? Whenever people thought of me, they thought of that 'poor old Lisa Macdoodle that's doesn't have a horse.'
But, finally, I had somehow done the impossible and graduated from dumb old baby riding classes and-finally!-gotten my parents to buy me a horse.
At least, we were going to buy a horse.
Starting today.
I was going to pick a horse.

"Mom, do you think I could a pretty strawberry roan? Oooh! Maybe I could get a frisky black Arabian! Or how about those goofy paints?" I questioned.
"I don't know, sweetie, whatever the woman offers we'll take." mom said, distracted.
I didn't mind mom's answer. I was too busy thinking about what shows me and my horse would answer.
So I went on chattering, with no one really listening to me. My younger sister Janet was too busy playing on her kindle, and my mom was focused on driving.
Finally, we reached the white-fenced, green-grassed farms that I had spent so many nights imagining.
This was it!
I pressed my nose against the chilly window. Horses were grazing in the never-ending pastures, and a few girls were jumping three-foot fences in the riding arena. One of those horses will be mine, I thought. My smile grew even wider.
I was the first one out of the car. I sprinted up to the barn. "Hi, my name is Lisa Macdoodle. Are you going to sell me a horse?" I asked breathlessly to a lady with a light pink T-shirt and riding breaches. Her brown ponytail bobbed up and down as she laughed "Sure I am." she said, nodding her head.
Mom panted up to me and the lady, dragging Janet with her. The lady waved at mom "Hi, you must the Macdoodles. I'm Karen, and I'm the manager here at Horses Run Wild Ranch. Why don't we take a look at our horses?" she asked. Not waiting for a reply, she steered a wheelbarrow with a pitchfork in it into the tackroom, then waved for us to follow her "Come on!" she urged.
I happily crept down down the barn hallway. Horses stuck their heads out the door windows, nickering in greeting, some munching on hey. I squealed and went up to a Chesnut Quarter Horse with shining copper-colored mane. "Oh, mom! What about this one?"
Mom checked the price tag "It seems to be at a reasonable price." she said.
Karen seemed doubtful "I'm not so sure. We trained Champion here to be fore ore advanced riders, mostly those in high school that have been training for a while."
I stuck my chest out and raised my head. No way! We were meant for each other.
But mom nodded her head in agreement "Karen's right, sweetie. This horse is supposed to be someone else's pony, not yours."
I felt my heart sink in that very moment.
Karen smiled "Aha! Here are our prized ponies-just right for beginners!" she said, smiling widely.
NO!! "Not a pon-" I started to say, but was cut off by my mom. "Oh, these are perfect!" she said.
Janet was playing with her finger puppets, but looked up when I groaned "What is it?" she asked, blinking.
"Nothing." I grumbled.
Karen pointed towards one stall "Here something over here." Mom, with Janet trailing her, went towards Karen. But something caught my eye.
A black pony with sleek, shining black mane snorted and trotted up to the barn window "Here, boy." I cooed, patting her soft, gentle nose. He snorted and pranced around his stall, tail raised and head held high, as if knowing that he was the important one around here.
"Midnight." I said, reading the sign on the stable door.
"Mom!" I cried, racing off towards mom.
Mom, Karen, and Janet were crowded around a stall. "Mom!" I repeated, peeking through the stall door.
A grey dapple pony mare, with her coat so white because of age, looked at me with it's sad, big brown eyes and nickered. I looked from her to Midnight, who was waiting for me from it's stall door.
"Sure, she can't be ridden every day, but she's perfect for a beginner." Karen said "Though she could use a pasture mate."
Then a idea struck my head "Mom! Could we her and Midnight, too!" I said, pointing towards Midnight's stall.
Mom seemed to consider the idea. "The price for both of them is right....Maybe..." she looked at Karen.
Karen smiled "That sounds perfect. I'll go get some papers."
I smiled to myself as Karen hurried off. Sure, maybe I wasn't getting my one-and-only dream horse, but I was getting two-very perfect!-ponies!

Iamfree & Lost Promise
2014-10-25 01:35:23
Poem By Iamfree

I made my way to the riding ring,
Hating the very sight of that thing,
I couldn't fright,
I could't scare,
I couldn't run,
the jump was there.
And yet I was scared.

My horse got ready to jump,
I could feel every bump,
The crowd cheered,
They shouted my name,
But I wasn't feeling,
One single drop of fame,

We had jumped three-footers,
Three and half,
But nothing THAT high,
I was going to die,

I was starting to go limp,
But I wasn't a wimp,
I felt myself fly,
Leaping in the air,
Wind in my face,

Forgetting about
this race,
My horse landed on the
I raised my hand in the air,
What a scare!
What a joy!
What a triumph!
I had flown!
I had soared!

Iamfree & Lost Promise
2014-10-25 01:35:23
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