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April 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.

Hi

Thanks for your submission. It seems aimed at an older audience than we have here in ClubPonyPals. So we will not run it. But perhaps you can find another publication whose readership is better suited for the type of story you have written. Thanks for your suggestion. Hi

Thanks for your submission. It seems aimed at an older audience than we have here in ClubPonyPals. So we will not run it. But perhaps you can find another publication whose readership is better suited for the type of story you have written. Thanks for your suggestion.

Jane Crandal & JB
2015-04-07 22:35:18
Hi

Thanks for your submission. It seems aimed at an older audience than we have here in ClubPonyPals. So we will not run it. But perhaps you can find another publication whose readership is better suited for the type of story you have written. Thanks for your suggestion.

Jane Crandal & JB
2015-04-07 22:35:36
Hi

Thanks for your submission. It seems aimed at an older audience than we have here in ClubPonyPals. So we will not run it. But perhaps you can find another publication whose readership is better suited for the type of story you have written. Thanks for your suggestion.

Jane Crandal & JB
2015-04-07 22:35:54
Horsie Trailes - The First Story
(by Honca)

Rounder dawdled by the field hoping to see some tasty grass to chomp down before this weeks Run of The Wind Race down at the far end of the field. Rounder wanted to be one of the Fancy horses that always placed 1st,2nd,or 3rd.He had a dream. But that day, there was more to it. the race was cancelled, but still they where all running.running. Rounder was at running at the middle of the herd, so he didn't see what was quite going on at the end.But, soon the whole herd had ran ahead, Rounder didn't really care as much, he had been bullied by the other Fancy Trotters of the herd.

Rounder saw a giant thing come closer, Rounder was not a n adult, he was not a colt. He was right in the middle. So, that's why the farmer raced in their tractors to get Rounder, He had a speckled pelt too, so he was the right age AND he was beautiful. As the truck came closer, Rounder started to give up.

After Rounder came into the stables, Farmer McClung daughter wanted to own Rounder, his warm brown eyes made her heart melt and it made her feel pitiful.Mackenzie begged and pleased, but finally on the first day of the second month the farmer gave up,he agreed.So, forever and after, rounder was cared for by Mackenzie and instead of rugged, and hard washed like the other horses and ponies, he had received warm and gentile, soothing washes; from Mackenzie.

A year after, Rounder started to carry Mackenzie from and to school, after school Mackenzie offered rides to her class mates that have encountered horses.Every one loved Rounder, BUT... Rounder was packed into a large truck that day by a large man,that carried him gently.He HAD loved Mackenzie and he knew that Mackenzie loved him back.What he didn't know, is that he would leave his little Farm.


He spent time in an unfamiliar environment.He had to carry around carriages full of preppy women in elegant clothes, He often carried around strong men in suits.He carried heavy luggage, he wore a uncomfortable bridle and saddle.One day, he broke down because of the 3 women he was carrying and the 2 men, with all of their luggage,it was him and Boe. The old, brown pony that helped him with the luggage. It was to heavy with for both of them.

After that day,He went on again in that rugged old trailer.This time, it took him to his old farm.Mackenzie had grown up to be a beautiful young woman,now the Farm was 3 times bigger than before.There where more animals too.Almost right after he had stepped out, Mackenzie had ran right up to him, he trotted to her too. During their reunion,Mackenzie had whispered in his ear, "I'm glad to have you back."

Now, Mackenzie agreed to send Rounder away , because to test his love. If he had really loved her, he would come back.And he did. Do you know the saying, "If you love something, let it go, then if it comes back, it's yours"?Mackenzie and Rounder ended up being a great pair.
AND ....
They lived happily ever after.

Honca & Sylvie
2015-04-08 02:50:15
Mariah's New Horse
By-Sugar1Loaf2

Mariah had a love for horses ever since she was a little girl. She wanted a horse so bad! When she was 9, she asked her dad if she could get one. Her dad said "You'll have to show me that you can take care of a horse." Mariah answered, "I can do it dad!" Every day Mariah got her old stick pony out and would put a bridle on. She got out a bale of hay and put a saddle on it. She showed her dad that she could feed the horse and groom it. Finally, one day, her dad said, "Mariah, you have shown me that you can take care of a horse. We will go to the horse barn and get a horse!" Mariah replied, "Really? Thanks dad!" She ran over and gave him a hug. The next day they went to a horse barn. Mariah looked around and she saw the most beautiful horses she has ever seen! After looking around for a little while, she found a beautiful bay horse with white spots and a black mane and tail. She brought him home, groomed him, and fed him. Her dad came in the stable and asked "What are you going to name him?" Mariah said, "I don't know. I'll think about it though." Mariah rode her horse many times a day, every time she rode him he would twitch. Finally, she said to her dad, "I decided what I'm going to name him! His name is Twitchers!"

The End

Sugar1Loaf2 & Lightning
2015-04-09 17:31:02
Jane are you talking about my story?
xKaylenex & Braided Gold Scarlet Sunrise
2015-04-09 17:44:42
no
Jane Crandal & JB
2015-04-10 03:44:39
Jane if you were talking about mine, I get it and am sorry because those are stories I have not written in for a while, so I might have forgotten about parts that are scary, sorry again

~Zoe

thezoekid & Star Gaze
2015-04-10 17:27:52
Hi

No worries. Hope you find a venue that is interested in publishing them!

Jane Crandal & JB
2015-04-11 04:08:07
By: Horsesforever12

~The Lovely Miss Julia Chamberlain~
Chapter 2: Hands Like Ice

Thick. The black sea of imposing darkness was so thick, you could cut it with a knife. The jet black sea almost dared the two mortals to do so. Alexander's fingers were smothered in liquid as the pale, almost foolish illuminations protruding from the lantern convulsed and gyrated beneath those skinny, long masculine fingers. It was the humidity, he told himself. He couldn't see the fair lady beside him, the lantern did nothing but attract stray moths. He relied on the tinkling sounds of diamonds colliding with diamonds and the click-clack, click-clack of her three-inch tall heels on the granite pavement. Finally, he found the small, but gloriously extravagant buggy and the two dancing, jigging, mane-tossing Friesian stallions awaiting them. Both buggy and horses were clothed in black, jet black, that made them almost invisible in the intense midnight air. Julia sighed. Alexander nearly jumped. Was that a beast, more horribly, a human rustling in the nearby bushes? No, just a stray wind, like those stray moths. Alexander set the lantern on the seat of the buggy and held out his white hand to the fairy lady beside him. A moment passed. Alexander wished his heart wouldn't beat so loudly. His muscles flexed suddenly and a tingling sensation rippled through his veins and singed his spinal cord. Julia's dainty, French fingers...so foreign, familiar, freezing touched his hand. They were like shards of ice clothed with skin, twitching with muscles, swiveling with bones practically composed of limestone. It came upon Alexander suddenly that Julia was indeed arrayed with a thick, perilous, two-faced mask. She was social and gay around populous...but around him? Well, a creature of mere silence. Cold, mysterious, whisked away into another world in which Alexander was foolish upon even dreaming of entering. His perspiring, hot palm sent greasy streaks across Julia's white, dry, cold fingertips. For a moment it was like the world went still, as if trying to stop this perilous moment from ever being inscribed into history. There, beneath the drowning atmosphere of black midnight air, stood a tall, wide-eyed, nervous Englishman holding the hand of his wife...an equally tall, frowning, masked Frenchwoman. Then it all happened. Her hand was gone. She was gone. No, she was behind him. He couldn't say anything. Cold, bitter cold, fingers grasped at his dry lips. The sound of steel scraping steel. The sound of horses neighing and tossing their heads and rolling their eyes and blowing hot air out of their nostrils. The feeling of being thrown the the granite pavement. The vague, unforgettable noise of rumbling buggy wheels and horses' hooves galloping away. The vision of swimming oceans of black, the beating of the heart like drums, the pain searing up the brow like fire. Then the blackness.

Horsesforever12 & Jedi
2015-04-11 22:49:18
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