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January 2018 Story & Poem Entries 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.

The shot
by Tender Timbit

Here i am So fast turrning a corner above dead grass
i wait for the shot and hoof beats running on the old race track
A gun shoots in the distants we all are on the run
Not Enemeis Not friends But we are horses
Long LIved horses...

tendertimbit & Palio
2018-01-09 02:42:42
The Wildest One
By SpiritRF <3


Engraved in the ground is the shape of pure freedom.
No wings? Well, he doesn't need them!
His heart is so brave, his temper is mild.
His neigh reaches my heart, like the light laughter of a child.

Never have I doubted he
Could have a spirited heart, like me.
Soon I wish to touch his blaze,
But the wilderness is as confusing as a maze.

I wish to see him next to me,
To fly through the trees, to feel so free.
As we gallop under starry skies,
I can see the blazing in his eyes.

He is here, right now, with me.
If you are focused, you can see.
We have the wildest hearts, hearts so free.
He is my love, faith, and hope. . .

He lives in my dreams.

SpiritRF & Shiloh
2018-01-11 23:19:00
A Beautiful Flying Wonder
By SpiritRF

The horse, it has wings.
He is midnight black.
The large, feathered things--
They never slack.

He is the king of the skies,
Piercing the clouds.
Whenever he cries,
A flower sprouts.

He has a wonderful power,
Joyous golden light.
He lives in the mountain towers,
Flying day and night.

His best friend is by him,
Along with the others.
With wings large, thick, thin,
Showering feathers.

He is the pegasus--a flying horse.
He walks on the ground still,
His wings get tired, of course.
His neigh--it is beautiful, not shrill.

If you have the luck to see
This gorgeous flying wonder,
You will know: He is of dreams!
A beautiful. . .
Flying. . .
Wonder.


SpiritRF & Shiloh
2018-01-11 23:19:00
"Everything"
By SpiritRF


Have you ever wondered what it's like to be a horse?
Well, I know. Because I am one.
I'm a beautiful grullo mare. My name is Mercury. I live in a herd full of beautiful horses.
There's the lead stallion--he is a bay named Thunder. The lead mare is white. It is rare for a horse to be white, but a horse can be. Not a lot of people know, but if a horse is born white and stays white, it is actually white, or if it is a really bright white with little or no gray. A horse born white or gray that turns a white with some or a lot of gray is called a light gray or gray. It's complicated. For humans.
I run free every day. The horses in my herd are lots of flying colors--dapples, bays, grays, blacks, buckskins, duns. We are free! A few horses in my herd have gotten caught, but I have stayed in the wild. I am too fast for the humans. They have only used ropes--they have not herded us into corrals or chased us with helicopters. I am thankful for that. Most horses herded into corrals are used for dog meat, because they are caught in large numbers, if you know what I mean.
Life as a horse is the best thing in the world. Whenever you get hungry, just reach your head down and eat the most delicious grasses in the world! When you feel restless, you have tons of space to run. You must not go too far, though.
The lead stallion and mare often give you orders, and we move once in a while, but it's cool. I feel safe in my herd. Secure.
When a predator attacks, we chase it off. Most of the time it is the lead stallion doing it, but sometimes I like to help out.
Today is a nice day. There are some storm clouds far away, but I wouldn't worry about it. The storm won't hit for a few hours. I have time to graze and run.
I nudge my friend, Joey, a chestnut stallion, and I run away from him. He chases me across the field, and I whinny when he almost gets me. I run around a tree, but he meets me on the other side and tags me with his muzzle, and I chase him.
Suddenly lightning flashes, and thunder follows. I neigh and we run back to the herd, but I hear something. I smell it, too.
Humans!
I run as fast as I can, but I feel a rope slip over my neck and drag me away. Joey whinnies at me and stops running, causing his own capture. And we're dragged away.

I see a human approach me as I gallop circles around the corral I'm trapped in. I rear at the man, and he backs away. I gallop away from the human, and another one comes with a rope. They corner me, and one slips the rope over my neck. The one with the rope holds me still, and the other pulls a bridle over my head. Another human comes with a saddle and tightens it around me as fast as they can, and the person gets on.
The rope person finally lets go, and I buck, flying into the air, coming back down, and doing it again. My legs fly up as I kick the air, and the human falls off after a few bucks.

A while later, I'm so tired that my legs buckle and I lay down in the dirt. I see a girl approach me, and she climbs over the fence, walking toward me with an apple in her hand. I sniff the air, standing as she comes toward me, backing up.
"Whoa, easy, girl," she says. She tosses the apple, and I sniff it warily before eating it. Then she reaches her hand toward me, but I back up more. Then she walks out of the paddock.
When she comes back, she is leading Joey by a halter. I snort at his attitude toward her. Why is he acting like she was a nice human?
Joey trots toward me and nuzzles me, and the girl steps toward me again. Joey encourages me with a nicker, and I let her touch the star on my forehead. Her hands are soft and warm. I let her pet me, and she gives me another apple, and she gives Joey one too.
"Good girl," she says to me. That means I am behaving well. How do I know?
Well, I have lived with her ever since, and her sister rides Joey. Her name is Bridget, and her sister's name is Camryn. Her other sister, Danielle, rides a Welsh pony the humans had also caught from my herd--the white pony's name is Snowflake.
Right now, I am riding with Bridget. She is riding me bareback down the beach, and I am letting her. I canter along, the wind in my mane, feeling free. More free than before.
Because I am with her. And with her...
I've got everything.






SpiritRF & Shiloh
2018-01-15 03:42:31
THE WILD PONY
Emma! called Mrs.camper, Emma`s mom. you need to feed the horses! okay! came Emma`s reply. Emma loved feeding the horses.it was her favriote job. she espcailly loved feeding the foals. their soft, velvety noses nuzzeled her when they were asking for food. the foal`s names were: flash, a red bay, split, a golden chesnut, and velly, a cremello. she also loved feeding the horses and ponies. there were three ponies and two hores. the horses names were: fanny, a white quarter horse, and nemo, a black morgan. the ponies names were: spring, a dartmoor, chello, a shetland and emma`s pony, jazz. jazz was a connmara pony. once he was a wild mustang that emma trained. now he was a calm, sweet, beautiful pony. just as she went to feed jazz she heard a whinny! she looked over her sholuder to see that her dog, benny, was snarling at a black, rearing, horse. emma knew that was NOT one of her ponies. a wild horse, she whispered to herself, she quickly ran over and grabbed benny`s collar. benny was a german shepard, so he cloud ingure the horse an the horse colud ingure him. after she put benny inside, she stared at the sacred, wild animal. she quikly got her cattle rope and threw this rope round the horse. the horse reared and almost steped on emma`s foot, so emma kept a safe distance. she pulled and pulled at the wild stallion`s rope, until she got the horse in the arena. she eventully told her mom and named the wild stallion broke, but later on the stallion became a world wide known famous racer and his name was changed to "boke the bubble man bally" and emma never ever forgot that day. THE END

bella grace ponies & Prince
2018-01-18 01:42:44
Running Toward the Light
by jeppocat

I sing to you, our freedom song
as we run into the night!
It is a song of prisoned horses
as they run toward the light!
We dream that in our hearts
there is a hope that never dies.
Someday the dark skies shall part
and the sun will rise!

Once again we run in pastures
where there are miles of land that's green!
No more will we have masters!
No more men can treat us mean!
Run forth to the light,
Run out of the night,
where all of us can live free!

So join me and with the herd,
and run away with me
beyond light ahead is there a world you long to see?
So sing our freedom song
our hopes are high and strong!
Run to the light and a brand new day will dawn!







jeppocat & Rinoa
2018-01-20 04:46:19
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