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May 2017 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. 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.

Racing Dreams It was race day, a field of 9. The sky was overcast, with a small chance of rain. The favorite was prancing in his stall, eager to run the others down. Little did he know he had a chance of loosing. A grey mare stood calmly in the next stall, cool and controlled. She was untried, and didn't look the part of a winner. The only thing that caught peoples eyes was her gleaming coat, but that was all. The call to the post was blown and all the entries marched out to the field. The grey mare almost seemed asleep when she went through the post parade. But when she was pulled into her number four stall, it was there she came alive. Her eyes were burning with power. She knew the time was coming. The bell sounded, sending the horses off. The yells of the jockeys urged their mounts on. The grey mare ran easily beside a bay runner. She held her head cocked, curious, but very serious. She straightened out and the field went down the back stretch. The favorite was second, moving faster, passing the leader in the turn. There the grey mare made her move. She was steady and really didn't seem to show any speed, but she was going. The turn opened up into the homestretch and the jockeys yelled encouragingly. But it was no use for their mounts, they were tired and through. The grey mare shot into second place, the favorite still trying to win the battle that was held at a blistering pace. The grey mare ran beside the favorite, but then bolted forward in renewed strength. She crossed the finished wire alone, and with her came awe and a sense of accomplishment. She had shown everyone that she could do great things, no matter her looks. She had a big heart and a strong spirit, and that made her beautiful. By Adeline HC	Adeline HC & Esprit Ellis
2017-05-16 17:52:23
Luna (Part 3) By Flutteshy "Mom! Luna ran away and Mr Winskey said who ever finds her can keep Her and I found Luna near the woods and-" "Woah woah woah, slow down!" Ashley's mother exclaimed. "Mom can I keep Luna? Please! I will take good care of her and I'll do a ton of chores to keep her! Please!?" Ashely asked. "Well, I will have to talk to Mr Winskey about that. Where is Luna now?" Her mother asked. "Right outside! Come!" Ashley said as she hurried out of the back door, Luna winnied happily to see Ashley. "Hmm.." Ashley's mother thought. Ashley hugged Luna's neck, Mr Winskey gasped at seeing Luna, he then hurried toward them. "You stole my horse!" He exclaimed angrily. "No! I didn't I swear! She was in the woods and I found her" Ashely said nervously. "You stay away from my horse you hear?" Mr Winskey said. Ashley's eyes teared up as Mr Winskey got hold of Luna's halter and angrily marched off with Luna. Ashleys mother put her hand on Ashley's shoulder, "its okay" her mother said in a soft voice. "Its not okay! I lost my only chance at getting a pony!" Ashley cried. Ashley walked to her room with a frown on her face. The next morning Ashley's mother walked into Ashley's room, "Ashley, I'm sorry about Luna" she said. But I have a surprise for you in the back yard. Her mother said. Ashley's eyes lit up with excitement, Ashley dashed to the backyard and standing there was a Shetland pony. She gasped in awe. "Thank you so so so so so so much mom!" Ashley hugged the pony on the neck. "I'll name you caramel!" She smiled so big. "But, what changed your mind about me waiting a year?" Ashley asked while still trying to figure out if this was a dream. "Well, I saw how much you loved Luna. You really care about her" Her mother answered. "I can't believe I have my own pony!" Ashley screamed in excitement. As the seasons passed by Ashley became good friends with Sarah and Sarah now owned Luna. Sarah lived a few houses next to Ashley's home, Ashley and Sarah are best friends. As you can guess, Luna and Caramel are best friends too. The moral of the story is don't give up on your dreams. If you really deeply have a compation for something, one day you will achieve it. Just don't give up. As in the story, nobody believed Ashley really loved ponies but she did not give up, she continued loving them until her dream came true.	flutteshy & Checkers
2017-05-16 21:37:54
I'm trapped. Being held down. Nothing can free me. I can't look left, And I can't look right. I can't look behind me. I have to move on. Move on. Move on. It's not as simple as that. I try to move on. Really. But I can't. I have to break these bars, that hold me down. They don't do me good. I don't scream, slash, hurl or twirl. But I break these bars down. Once I was held captive, You can't say that anymore. Once I was held captive. But now, I am free.	pintogirl23 & Buck
2017-05-19 02:50:06
I am his eyes, He is my wings, I am his voice, He is my spirit. I am his human, He is my horse.	pintogirl23 & Buck
2017-05-19 02:50:28
Destiny by DreamerGirl My destiny is to be free again. Away from people. Away from the noise. Away from the chains. If I could just touch the free wilderness I crave each day I would be satisfied. Nothing could be more satisfying. I was just a young foal when humans rounded me up. Me, being the helpless young colt I was, didn't fight back. My mother tried helping me, but it was no use. They caught her, but she got away. Since that I have been alone. No one to look after me. No one to love me. No one to care for me. But today, two years later, I have decided. I'm going home. It's my destiny. Just as the men were taking me out for my daily routine, I lashed out of their grips, ready to take my freedom back. They struggled to keep me close and tightened their grip, but it was no use. I had a destiny of being free in front of me, and this was my chance. I was determined to go. And that I did. They yelled and chased me, but by the time they got on the other horses, ready to run, I was off and gone already. Into the wilderness. Don't mess with a horse and their destiny. ~THE END~	DreamerGirl & Serene
2017-05-23 19:56:12
His neck arched, His ears pricked, His flaring nostrils, I loved him. He reared, His powerful hooves flinging up hard clods of earth. His sloping shoulders rocked back and forth as he struck at the air. An eagle screeched overhead. As we galloped, racing the sky, I felt we were one. Beep! Beep! Beep! My alarm clock blared. I stumbled out of bed. rubbing my soggy eyes. It had only been a dream. I knew I would always miss that stallion. My bronc bustin' days had ended with that wild heart. I still remembered the ground rushing up to meet me as he threw me for the millionth time. Wild Heart. I never named him, he had named himself. I splashed water on my face, and rubbed it with a towel. Pulling on my old cowboy boots, I trudged out for another day of work on the ranch. Enlightenment sighed. His dream had disrupted him. He remembered the ranch, the rider. Windfoot cantered up to him in the graceful style she was named for. "Windfoot, do you ever miss the other life? The one with brushes, and grain, and stall plates?" Windfoot smiled. "Don't we all?" Enlightenment sighed. "I never was ridden, really ridden. But I knew a guy." "A guy?" "He was a bronc buster. Boy, did we have some tussles." "But he never rode you?" "Not over 5 seconds worth.Enough of this!" He shouted suddenly. "That part of my life is over. We're moving the herd." Enlightenment rounded his herd, and led them to a north pasture. Treasure was pulling up lame. "Sire, please let us stop!" But Enlightenment had gone wild. Bucking fiercely, he bounded far off into the distance. The herd was puzzled until they saw a shadowy figure approaching him. It was an older cowboy. He embraced Enlightenment, and stroked him. The herd nodded. No matter the distance, humans and horses bonds will never be broken.	user no longer exists & ---
2017-05-23 20:11:31
It was the fire, The fire unbroken, Fire like Lightning, Never found Token, She was my mare, Never be kept, I found her there, And I ran. Hope put down the pen. Writing poems hadn't been her thing as of late. "And I ran." She said the words again and again. It wasn't much of an ending. For that month's poem contest, she was determined to write a story about the beautiful mare of Mrs. Crowley's. Hope Davidson worked for Mrs. Crowley on her ranch outside of town. She and her cousins, Sadie and Ella Cullen loved the beautiful and rare horses that galloped in her meadows. There were three in particular that Hope liked. The first was a black silver dapple filly called Ocean's Pearl. The second was an amber creme stallion, and his name was Echo. The third was Wildfire. Wildfire was a brilliant copper bay dun mare, a standardbred. She was the one that the poem was about. Biting her pen tip, Hope thought again. There didn't seem to be much wrong with the poem. The rhyme scheme was correct. Then she knew what it was. Wildfire, despite her name, was not a mustang that would never be trained. She was a highly polished show horse, loyal to her rider. She was a prominent dam, and had foaled many horses. That's who she was. Hope began to write the new poem. Her nostrils flared, Her ears pricked, Her legs danced, Wildfire. Her gleaming withers, Her pulsing muscles, I loved her. Wildfire. Her breezy mane, Willowy tail, She was mine. Wildfire. Hope surveyed her work with pride. That sounded more like the mare. She folded it up and slipped it into her pocket. Pushing her long red hair out of her face, she glanced around her bedroom. No one was home just then. Mom was working at the laundromat, Aunt Laura had taken the little kids to the park. Sadie and Ella had ridden their beautiful roan horses to see if Mrs. Crowley had work for them. Jen, the mayor's chestnut thoroughbred, was tied outside. Hope tiptoed quietly out the door. It always unnerved her to make noise in a house that was otherwise quiet. Closing the door softly behind her, Hope breathed a sigh of relief. Jen nosed her pockets anxiously. Laughing, Hope fed her one of the peppermints she often carried. "Pretty Girl! Yes, you're a sweetie!" she stroked Jen's muzzle gently. Mayor Singapore often had Hope or her cousins exercise Jen since he and his family were often too busy. Hope pulled herself onto Jen's back, and rubbed her muscular neck. Nudging her with her heels, Jen started a walk, then stepped into a trot. Hope rode the bouncy gait easily. As Mrs. Crowley's ranch came into view, Hope turned Jen toward a jump, and urged her into a canter. The wind on her face felt like she was facing a storm. Hope loved the feeling of her hair being lifted off her shoulders, and flying like Jen's mane. They sailed over the jump gracefully, and walked over to the tying ring. Hope dismounted, and looked for her cousins. She could see Sadie working Lady Foxwood in the round pen, but there was no Ella. Manda, Mrs. Crowley's daughter came up just then. "Hi, Hope. Oh, you have Jen! That's great. Mom wanted me to tell you that she wanted you to work her today." "Sure, Manda. By the way, where's Ella?" "Ella? Oh, she was exercising Camille a minute ago. But she asked me to give you this." Fishing in the pocket of her worn jeans, Manda handed Hope a folded note. Hope thanked her, and read it eagerly. "Hope, I need your help today. Could you please ride down to Dead Tree Cross, and I will show you what I mean." Hope looked up nervously. Ella liked to do things on her own. It wasn't like her to ask for help. She smiled at Manda, and re-mounted Jen. Spurring her to a gallop, she rode off toward Dead Tree Cross.	chestnutcolt13 & Thunderstorm
2017-05-24 18:22:04
Once Upon A Time... By Bullet101 'Blaa' I said 'I can''t seem to get this story right.' Kate was a horse-lover and a story-writer so she said to herself 'I'm gonna write a story about a pretty brown horse named Sweet-Pea, Her horse. She turned to her Bff Kelly, 'Kels, why can't I get this right? She's my horse!' She yelled at her friend, Kelly responded: 'Well, I don't know why, don't we go for a ride? Lilly-Rose Hasn't seen Sweet-Pea in forever!' Kate said okay then the two girls went out riding till supper. Kelly said good-bye once she got to her house, so Kate petted Sweet-Pea and cantered off back home. She got home: 'Hey mom,dad what's for supper?' Then she saw the looks on her parents' face. 'What?' She asked. Her dad said: 'We have to move, My job needs us to move sweetie. 'NO!' Kate yelled 'We can't!';She rides Her horse out in the night. To Be Continued...	Bullet101 & Iron
2017-05-30 01:09:50
Ride On -hosessaddles Riding is a sport, not of contact, but of connection. Riding is a game, not of winning, but of progress. Riding is an experience, not of wonder, but of memory. Horses do great things for us, but sometimes we take those things for granted, and turn our minds to other things instead. But once you see that creature, Once you feel that stirrup, all you remember is to ride on.	hosessaddles & Phoenix
2017-05-30 20:24:49