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March 2013 Story Contest Age 11
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|  Jane Crandal & JB |
| 2013-02-27 22:53:26 | |
| Wild horses
By sillyhorse Isn't it the most terrific feeling, when your galloping a long the grassy plains, carefree,and running wild, nothing can stop you now, your mane and tale flowing behind you, it truly is the best feeling, Because when your a wild horse, you can do anything... |  sillyhorse & Skye |
| 2013-03-21 18:21:23 | |
| Flowers in the Mist
By pizza freak In a deep forest, beyond imagination and thought, there lived a beautiful young filly. Never would she be seen without a flower behind her ear and a lock of her mane dangling. Here captivating chesnut coat glimmered in the sunlight, and her cream tail shown in the moonlight. Should any horse enter the forest without being known, gaurds would chase them out. Little did the filly know that she was not ordinary. A while after the filly, who was now a mare, had her 5th birthday, a well respected stallion of seven years came into the forest. When he and the mare met, they instantly became friends. "My name is Almunest." Said the stallion. "Mine is Flower." Whinnied the mare. War soon filled the forest. Troops from an unknown army marched in to attack. Flower and Almunest fled together into the mountains. Gathering new recruits, the two created an army to defeat the unknown forces. Many ponies of all shapes and sizes came to fight. One day, a little Shetland came as a recruit. At first sight of Flower, she bowed down and cried, "The Queen of Flowers has returned! Let us all fight for her!" Flower was stunned and said, "You must be mistaking me for someone else, I am no queen." Almunest shook his head. "No, princess- this is your story." TO BE CONTINUED |  pizza freak & Amazing Grace |
| 2013-03-25 21:14:06 | |
| The Chosen Foal
By:Wild Running You've heard my mother's story, but it is not mine. I am Anais. The Chosen Mare. Forbidden of harm. Lead mare of the Dashear herd. Also known as the one with the chosen mark. A single rose on my head. Daughter of the legendary Suwannie and Dust Stripe. Sister of the killer Faroh. Mother of no one. A devoted and feared mare. Do not expect me to be as playfull as I used to be. As my family was. And this is why my life is lived in fear. Not for me. For every one who has touched me. Eight months after my brother, Faroh, was born, I was released into the world. I was weak. My mother saw one thing in me that frieghtened her and over joyed her. A single rose on my fore head. I didn't dare move. Some thing was wrong. Where was father? I looked around and heard my mother say,"He's with the herd." I nodded and stood. I saw my brother. He was playing with a colt. The colt's name was Serin. He is feared. Not by Faroh though. He was an ill omen. An Ix:risor. I wondered how I knew every thing about this herd already. Kalipae, loyal deputy. Suwannie, my mother and lead mare. Dust Stripe, my father and lead stallion. Faroh, my brother. There are thirty-nine members in this herd. I make forty. I looked at my brother and stood to walk to him. Serin stopped in his tracks. He bowed and walked away. I was basically a princess here. I hated it. I hate being worshipped. I said to Faroh, " Where is father?" He pointed his muzzle towards the lead stallion. I really favored him instead of mother. He was my idol. I spent days at a time standing next to him on highrock. I was playfull and loved by every one. When I was 15 months old, I decided to race my older brother out of the herd next to the trees. We laughed on the way and as we raced, Faroh slowed down. When he did, I ran with all my might. I beat him badly. When we reached our destination, I stopped and Faroh crashed into me. We tumbled and finnaly settled on top of each other, nipping our ears. We laughed and got up. We used our energy to walk and talk back. I raised over the highrock and saw every one below me, bow. My father came up and told me, "Anais, my beloved daughter, you are the chosen foal." I started to almost cry. I was blinking back tears as I said, "How can you tell?" But I knew. The rose. I hated being worshipped. So I turned and ran. Serin and Faroh immediatly ran after me. But I was well hidden by then. I was in a small bushel of berries. My brother and his best friend turned back home. But Serin stopped. "What do we have to go back for friend." Faroh faced him and he said, "Anais is the chosen foal. We can get revenge. She is weak we are strong. We should be the ones." Faroh nodded and walked away into the woods with his friend. I escaped the berries thorns and ran. I ran as fast as I could. I stopped at a small cave, where I went in and collapsed in the mental darkness called sleep. I awoke to voices. "Oh,no! Faroh!" I thought. But it was not them. It was two bay colts. They saw me awake and said to each other, "Let's get Spirit!" They ran off and came back soon after followed by a dun stallion. I knew exactly who this was. Spirit. Stallion of the Cimmaron. I got up, as young as I was, with strenght and dignity. Spirit looked me up and down with great intrest. When he came to my head, he said with fear and bravery still, "She must leave us. She will cause great danger. As she is the chosen foal and anyone who touches her, is cursed with a wicked spirit that will cause death for many." I gasped at what I didn't yet know. Faroh was with me when I was born. He nuzzled me to sleep at night. That is the only one I ever touched. My brother. Now a killer in cold blood. I picked up one foot and the foals and Spirit made a path. I walked out, and when they couldn't see, I ran. Kicking up dust behind me. I left the place for good. I heard him say, "She is Suwannie's filly. I knew when I trained her that her lines would bring hope. Anais is a danger and yet brings hope to us. The wild one is returning." Memories started flowing through me. A legend from years ago. A wild horse was rearing in the distant canyons. He was the wildest one in the whole world. He reared back many times. When he reared the last time, he didn't notice that he was near the edge of the canyon. He fell back, not able to cheat death. He was lost. And with the fatal mistake, all of the wildest lost hope. The cavalry took the weak. One little origin was left that brought hope. Spirit. I symbolized that the wild one was returning. Hope was here. After this memory, I had to come to a great stop. A great sycamore stood in front of me. It was winter here so the great tree was bare. I thought. Thought about every thing that has happened. I soon was replaying the entire time, all the time before me, all my ancestores, to my birth 18 months ago. I discovered that I am related to, not the Wild One, but his brother. His brother was a seer that passed down his magic before he drowned trying to save his sister, who also, sadly, drowned. I awoke three days later. My eyes opened and I stood, disturbing a blanket of fresh fallen snow. "I see your awake." a strange voice called out. I turned around to see a human walk up to me. He was wearing the worn clothes of an indian shaman. I could understand him. He was speaking my language. Only I knew that he was harmless. I stopped but was still careful of his presence. The indian shaman started again to speak. "I was walking through these woods and saw you asleep under this tree. This tree was pulling you towards it. Like me, you are a shaman. This is a tree called the tree of dreams. A shaman, can sleep for days under it, all the while sharing dreams. When you fell, I heard you touch the tree from far away like a shaman would. I found you and touched that mark on your head. Your memories flowed into mine and I came back to check on you for the days. Every time, sharing memories. I see your fears. You know that the wild one mustn't return under the devil shaman, Serin. If he is to raise the Wild One, he will come back evil. You must stop him and raise the Wild One yourself. I will offer you advice along the way. Good bye, young shaman." and with that, the human shaman vanished. I blinked through tears that were warming the snow off my pale frozen cheeks. You might ask why i'm crying. Because I know that I will have to fight my brother. Maybe even to the death. And it's all my fault. I am and always will be the cause of many deaths. I am not the one for hope. I am the daughter of death itself. Just like Serin and Faroh. But he let the Ix win over his mind. I, focused on the fain . So in a way, me and Serin are siblings. I am the good, away from the bad. My brothers. Sons of Death. I will never forgive them. I jumped up and did a 120 spin as footsteps came up behind me. I saw a bay colt and a (Sorry I didn't mention Serin's coat earlier) palomino colt withice-blue and red-amber eyes. But now, Serin had markings. Evil markings on his body. On his red eye, was now a black scar in a shape undiscribable, but similar to a cresent. On his left and right flanks were various slashes and hoof prints. "Where have you guys been?" she said in a tearing voice but still strong. "Training. Fighting. Killing." was all Serin said. We were now all 2 and a half years old. We could fight and even kill on our own. I took a single step back and Faroh cast a glance at me with cold blooded evil eyes. I noticed that Faroh had the flank markings, but also had fresh blood on his hooves. "You going to find the Wild One, Sis?" said Faroh. "We will rise him first, and he will help us create a new world, where we will rule! As for you and our pathetic herd, you will be destroyed. We will keep the strongest in a cave covered with stones, and the weak we will watch burn in a world of flames!"at that he laughed and smirked an evil smile. Serin moved foreward and reared a stop when his nose touched mine. I craned my neck in an effort to stay away. Serin justed stomped in front of me and snarled, "You listen now and you listen good. If you even try to find us, we will kill you." And with that, they turned and ran. I just stood there. I suddenly found the strength to run towards what I thought was a normal canyon. But when my hooves touched the red clay, I stopped and the memory of The Wild Ones death appeared in my mind. He reared and fell, but the canyon looked familiar. I then saw that I was in the spot to raise the Wild One. Before I traveled to the bottom of the canyon, I saw a silver mare. "Don't be scared, young one. I am Broken Dove. Be quiet now. The one named Serin and Faroh are here, looking for more blood to spill." I nodded and we started down into the gorge, were just beyond a river was roaring. We reached a spot that when I layed my hoof down, it vibrated the earth in the ring. I turned as I heard pebbles falling down into the river, none the latest to see Serin and Faroh racing down the slope. I reared up when the earth started to split beneath me. I ran forward away from the split, in time to colide in battle with my brother. Serin attacked Broken Dove and she fought back in a basically stale mate. I rammed into him, sending him rushing backwards to fall into a sharp stone, sending the tip into his leg. He stood up and fell back down when the stone broke and was stuck in the flesh. I watched as he struggled to get up, and looked back at the crack in the earth. At that moment, Serin knocked over Broken Dove and I ran and pushed him into Faroh, who just stood up. They rolled over each other but every one was distracted as a bright blue light came from the crack. We were all blinded, but when we looked back, a broad bayish red stallion appeared. "I am the Wild One. Anais, my brothers daughter, has raised me. And for that I thank her. Anais, you're curse, is lifted." after he said this, he touched his muzzle to mine, and a white fire engulfed Faroh. It was soon extenguished and Faroh was no longer evil. He stood and the stone was gone. He was clean and no longer a killer. Broken Dove ran up to the Wild One and nuzzled him. They said good-bye and walked together up the canyon, leaving us in wonder. Serin, however, was still there and evil. He thought quickly and head-butted Faroh into the river and ran away, leaving him to an unwanted death. I ran down the river in time to see Faroh on the bank, his last breath gone. He was dead. I lay down beside him, tears running down my cheeks. I felt Broken Dove nuzzle my shoulder after she saw what happened. She said, "I know what you want. You want to forget this, and to start over. I can do that, but you will forget you had a brother and live a normal life. You will be the only child, you will have no curse, you will still be a seer, and Serin will exist. All this will still exist and will still have happened but you will not remember and you will start over. Are you sure you want this?" I nodded and licked Faroh's fore head once more before I was covered with blank thoughts. That's all I remember before opening my eyes. I looked out into this world new to me. I stood up, a new foal, and pranced around with the other foals. To me it was just another day as a small foal. An only child, unaware of any dangers. My father was on Highrock and I felt him shiver. "Daddy, what's wrong?" he looked down and said, "I'm just glad your here." I looked up to see a tear roll down his cheek and his fur be ruffled in the wind. I was just happy to be standing next to him, still unaware of anything but a small black filly suckling a silver mare next to a redish bay stallion, not knowing who they were. | Wild Running & Bay |
| 2013-03-30 00:06:40 | |
| Once upon a time there was a herd of mustangs roaming the west, 1 of the ponies was Stormy. Stormy loved his life but 1 day some men came and took him away. He was so upset but then when he got to his new home with Elli he was as happy as he cpould be. He lived happy ever after.
THE END | iloveponies567 & Frosty |
| 2013-03-30 23:23:12 | |
| The Summer I Met Major
By:tylerbt The day I met Major is a day I'll never forget.I had gone to camp for the first time and was dubbed a intermediate so they put me on Major.He was this beautiful sorrel TWH 6 year old stallion with a blaze and a sock on his left hind which reminded me of my horse who had died so long ago which made him special to me.That day we went on the welcome trail where I loped and loped to my heart's content after we got back and had lunch we had lessons I rode Major of course that was the day my life changed cantering him over those jumps made me feel like I was flying with they angels the next day I rode bareback on him through the pastures he was as smooth as silk the whole time after that I tried riding a pony named Cricket who was as slow and bumpy as a snail on a mountain so I waited for Major to come from his trail ride with Patience a rather hard rider when they came back I was astonished in the condition he was in he had sweat and froth from the tips of his ears to the tips of his hoofs right that minute I wanted to scream at Patience because she had loped him for 3 MILES my instructor was ashamed of her because Major was about to DROP DEAD so after Patience rinsed him and was given a angry look from me I went over to Major's stall and talked to him after a little while my instructor came up she said I could ride him after an hour when she said that I turn't around and said"I'm not riding him for the rest of the day because after what she did to him he deserves a break if she hadn't left her phone here I know he would be gone forever because he'll run his heart out till it just stops beating" I then walked over to him and hugged him and said "If I helped him come to a end I would never forgive myself"later on I heard her on the phone talking to a friend of her's talking about how I was so compassionate that I'd turnt down riding him for the rest of the day after the last 5 days of camp I had been declared a advanced rider had won 2 1st place ribbons and 2 2nds I had won 1st in Barrel racing also beating the 2nd fastest mare in the barn Bella,1st in western pleasure walk,jog,lope on Major for all the blues,2nd for the race down beating the fastest mare in the barn Jacy,and 2nd on a rescue horse named Velvet in Western pleasure walk when it was time to go I hugged Major and told him that one day we would be the best pair at barrel racing at the barn after a week my parents decided I missed Major more then I missed my last horses Kelsey and Red who had died for mysterious causes so the next day I went outside and there standing in front of my house was Major with a red bow on his neck looking as proud as a peacock I ran to him with enough joy that I seemed to fly to him when I saw a note attached to the bow I loved what I read it said"Dear,Tyler here is your early birthday present take good care of it but give him his full and nickname for the papers for me will ya?Love,Dad"I already knew what his show name would be because this is what he was Majorly Fantastic so that's his name but I still call him Major and I did hold up to my promise because we remain unbeaten at barrel racing and his son will be here soon so I will forever have a line from Major yet none of them will be as loved as he is. (read the sequel in the next contest "We Need To Up It") |  tylerbt & Vintage |
| 2013-03-31 02:16:10 | |
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| msjane & AE |
| 2013-03-31 04:14:05 |
 
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