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July 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.

July 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
2014-07-01 19:36:39
~The Keepers~ A novel by Horsesforever12 *Chapter 1~~~ The Horse* Silk and fabric swayed around me as I walked to my balcony in my room. I took off my silver crown, dotted with diamonds, pink crystals, and rubies, and set it down, my golden ringlets of hair falling down into my face. The evening was cool, and I folded my bare arms. Lips dry and eyes searching, I thought back to the earlier afternoon. Father said I must marry (his ludicrous taste resting on a rather rogue man named Prince James, who I thought was a lunatic because of his snobbish disposition and selfish attitude. He always seemed to look down at me like I was some sort of lowly and despicable creature,) in order to pass on the crown. I am the only other heir to the kingdom. I sighed, staring out into the darkening evening. Suddenly I heard something that broke the still silence. A neigh. That was a peculiar thing to hear...the stablehands had all the horses in the stables by now. Father was very strict when it came to horses. I looked about me and saw a horse...vivid black, mane and tail almost touching the ground, eyes darting and searching. I ran out of my room and went down the palace staircase. I went out the back door of the castle and ran outside, my dress puffing and flowing around my legs as I drew close to the horse. I slowed to a halt when I came to the horse...a tall, black Friesian. I hadn’t seen one up close, though I’d read about them and seen Father’s horse trainers training them for war. I wondered why one was outside by the castle gardens...the stables were on the opposite side of the palace. The horse dipped its satiny neck downward, amber eyes on my face, and struck his right muscular foreleg out, pawing at the ground. His forelock fell down into his peaceful eyes, his mane fell and rose, dipped and swayed with every movement of his slender, savage head. I reached out my hand to touch his velvet nose and the horse snorted and pushed his head against my fingers. Every hair on his body was like silk. I suddenly had an urge to ride the horse, but held it back. How could I trust this strange horse? The great animal looked at me with a serene gaze, but his eyes were sober...hinted with a bit of longing. Then he bent his neck backward, his muzzle pointed at his back, and looked at me. His eyes seemed to call, “Come. Come away with me.” I couldn’t resist. I swept my pale hands across the stallion’s broad neck and grabbed a fist of black, wavy hair. In one swift, fluid movement I was on the great horse’s tall back. The ground seemed like it was miles down. I kept a hold of the horse’s mane as the steed turned and trotted off into the woods. I bent forward, escaping the branchy fingers of the trees, but one caught on my golden hair that was up in a bun. My hair tumbled down- loose, free. It twisted and fell around my oval face and slender shoulders. We came out of the woods and came to a meadow...not completely glorious, but instead it seemed to have an imperfection to it...an imperfection that made it perfect somehow. I suppose it was the way that the grass danced...not beautifully, but wildly...with such spirit and audacity that it made me want to leave behind my fearful and logical thoughts and become like it. The sad call of the meadowlark rose high into the sky; then cascaded down to the ground and swam among the wisps of grass. The last rays of sunshine shone like a scarlet crown on the horizon, casting shadows on the cold ground. The horse then broke into a frisky gallop. The dust set on faster, and the horse’s gallop became more brisk...as if he was racing with the on-coming night. Suddenly, the horse reared- caught off guard, I tumbled off his back and fell to the hard, gelid ground. I lay on the ground a moment, half in shock and half in fear that I was hurt. I barely noticed anything as I slowly sat up. I wasn’t hurt, fortunately, though my breath was gone for a few moments. When I had consoled myself and resumed in trying to stand up, I heard a voice. “Woa! Woa, boy!” It said. I lay back down, as if waiting...though I was a bit afraid. The horse immediately calmed down and nickered a greeting to the person. The person ran over to where I was and looked at me. I saw his face upside-down, since I was lying on the ground. He was a young man, with dark brown hair that ran down into his face and twinkling blue eyes. In fact, his eyes were so blue they looked like a summer sky or a crystal blue pond. They were deep and almost mysterious, and when they looked into mine I felt uneasy. He had high cheekbones and a slender nose. His face was flushed a light pink color, and a dimple would appear in his cheek when he smiled. “Are you alright?” he asked, helping me up. I blushed. He probably thought it was odd for the Princess of England to be riding a horse out into the woods at night. “Yes,” I replied in my soft English accent, brushing off my now grass-stained dress. He suddenly seemed to realize that I was a princess and bowed. “Forgive me, your majesty.” he said. I smiled. “Nonsense. I probably don’t even look like a princess right now.” I laughed, fingering my tangled hair. He stood up and grinned. “I see you’ve met Dark Knight.” he said, going over to the horse and rubbing him on the nose. “So, he’s your horse?” I asked, walking over to pat the Friesian on the neck. “Yep. He’s my good ol’ boy...loyal, though wild at heart.” he replied. It was then that I realized that the boy did not have an English accent. His clothes were not native, either. He looked neither royal, nor peasant, nor middle class. He wore tan pants and a black cloak that covered him from the waist up, besides his head. A rope was tied at his hips, like a belt, and he wore long, black shoes. Like riding boots, but different. I then thought that it was rude of me to not introduce myself...since perhaps he wasn’t from around here, he didn’t know my name. “I am Princess Lianna.” I said. “And I am Fabrizio Felix, but you can call me Felix.” the boy said. I felt a little confused...this boy must be foreign. “Tell me,” I said, after a few minutes silence, “from my consideration you are not from here...where are you from? And…” I paused, looking about me quickly, “where are you dwelling?” Felix smiled suddenly, an odd twinkle in his eyes that made me feel a little nervous. “Why don’t I just show you?” he said, jumping onto Dark Knight’s back and grabbing my hand. He pulled me up and I grabbed his waist, feeling frightened. “Kalpasmós!” he told the horse, and Dark Knight suddenly neighed in such excitement and valor that I was taken back. Then he surged forward into a mad gallop...but it was a gallop unlike anything I had ever seen or felt. It was beyond fast...almost magic. Then the world began to blur and I closed my eyes tight. ~~~Stay tuned for chapter 2!~~~	Horsesforever12 & Jedi
2014-07-01 22:28:00
Don't Make A Sound ~By Horsesforever12 DOES NOT CONTAIN PONIES When the sun goes down, And the moon sits on his throne... When the twilight shivers with renown; Come to me, and don't make a sound. I shall meet you under the Apple Tree; Where the leaves quiver and the wind whispers, Where you can come sit with me And under the moon's gaze, nothing shall look lovelier. When dusk kisses the sun's brow, And the starry hosts all come around, Hurry, hurry to me now And be sure not to make a sound. ~:)	Horsesforever12 & Jedi
2014-07-01 22:35:23
~~~If~~~ -BY Horsesforever12 DOES NOT CONTAIN PONIES If the wind would ever utter a sound, Or the moon begin to sing What words would resound And what melody would ring? "Come, let's fly," the chilly wind would whisper, "Like a Mocking Jay beheld from above." And what glorious music would the moon utter? "Hide beneath me, and I shall shine a moon-lit love." And, perhaps, the resounding breeze may temper And cast a shrilling wind across the prairie "I can soar and sing and blow my anger," It would roar, and then waste no time to tarry. Should it come to pass that the moon would shy? And hide her white face behind a dark cloud? "I care not for thee or thy; yet here I shall lie." And there she would stay; never to be found. If the wind should utter a sound, Or the moon begin to sing What words would resound And what melody would ring? ~~~	Horsesforever12 & Jedi
2014-07-01 22:45:09
<3 Storm Rider <3 By: Varonnica It was a cold night. It started to sleet of rain and it poured on our roof. It dripped down into water barrels we had at each pipe. But this night was special. Tis was the night our thoroughbred, Ester, would give birth to her first foal. I was on foal watch. My mother made a bed of blankets in her stall. I had I video camera to record it. I covered up with the camera in my hands. And messing with some hay. The crash of thunder didn't really bother the horses. But it did bother me a little. Alas, Esters water broke. I grabbed my camera and put it on her hay trough for it to record us so I can have two free hands. A tiny white foot around the birth sac made its way out. Then it was time for her to lay down and push. I didn't really want to interfere if not needed. I wanted her to learn on her own how to do it. And how to do it on her own. Then two legs popped out. Then I realized that this was a rare birth. She was giving birth standing up! I then rolled up my sleeves and helped her. She was having a hard time pushing. So I needed to interfere. In about 3 hours, a beautiful Chestnut colt was laying in the stall. I went to the tack room where a barrel of water stood, I washed my hands off and took off my sweater. I was still rolling the footage. And by the time I got back, the little colt was standing looking for his mothers teat to suckle. I put the blankets on some barrels of hay and stopped rolling sense the foal and mare needed time to bond. I went back into the house and was soaked by the time I got there. My mom ran a hot bath for me while she watched the birth. I got out and sat on the couch while dad was going through the bills. "What do you see in there dad"? I asked walking up to him. "Many bills we may not afford". He replied skittishly. My mom sat in the chair next to him and went through the bills as well. "Honey"? She asked me. "Yeah"? I replied. "We don't have enough money right now". She looked at me, she knew I knew what that meant. "No". I replied with forming tears in my eyes as my throat swelled. "I'm sorry honey. We cant afford to take care of two horses now. Well why cant you get a few more jobs"?! I asked her when she finished talking. "Honey its not that simple. We cant live on tips and 50$ pay checks WHILE taking care of two horses"! I ran to my room and slammed my door and shoved my face into my pillow. The next day I went on the computer to find something like a competition that will pay big money. I finally found a competition in a month. I signed up and printed the paper. Then went into the kitchen to my parents. "I entered in a competition". They looked at me with huge eyes. "What kind of competition?! Do you know what you are doing?! How much did this cost"?! My mother asked. "Racing, yes, and 500$". They opened their mouths. "500$"!!! They both said. "Do you know how much money that is?! And racing?! Zara you have gone WAY to far"! My dad said. "I may have, but the winner gets 50,000$. And I'm going to win". I said with confidence. "Where are you even going to train? I have a friend named Sierra-Down the block, she was a race track there. I'm sure she will let me practice there". They looked at me. "I hope you know what your doing young lady". My mother said turning her intentions to the T.V. "Yes"! I said. I grabbed my helmet and saddled up Easter. "Don't worry Ester, my mom is going to look after Yids. And bottle feed him when we are gone". She neighed in agreement and I smiled. We headed off to Sierras race track. She agreed to let me train and we started. "Okay Zara start right here"! Sierra said holding a stop watch. "And.. GO"! She started the stop watch and we flew off. Once we finished Sierra gave us our time. "I think you may have a chance Zara. Your time was 2 minutes and 45 seconds". I gasped and patted Esters neck. I then went home and cooled her off. Then re-knighted her with her colt. 28 Days left and then the race starts. I picked out a race saddle and saddle pad. Even reins. I couldn't wait until the race. Hoped you liked it ; )	Varonnica & Vizeryn
2014-07-01 23:26:33
A Horse To Love Varonnica I ride the bus to school each day. I pass the same horse on the way. He's sometimes outdoors grazing on some grass Beside a white rail fence when I pass. But when he is in his shed Then all I see is his neck and his head. The horse is spotted grey on white His ears and mane with his tail are light. I'd love to take this horse a treat A carrot or some fruit to eat. I'd also like to pet his neck and nose And rub his nose. Do you suppose? I will have a horse of my own when I'm grown? A spotted one to love, and own? Hoped you liked it! It was from the heart : )	Varonnica & Vizeryn
2014-07-02 00:00:29
Everything is for a reason By CoolHorseRider7891 The sun, is for a reason. The Earth, is for a reason. The wonderful day that awaits us, is for a reason. The horses and ponies, are for a reason. Death, is for a reason. Life, oh wonderful life, is for a reason. Everything that mankind knows of, is for a very special and particular reason. Even us.	CoolHorseRider7891 & Warrior of the West
2014-07-04 21:15:31
RM All entries are moderated, please re-enter if yours is not here but remember that the content must be suitable for young readers as well as adults and teens. JC	Jane Crandal & JB
2014-07-04 21:19:30
<3My birthday wish<3 by abbieponyroad I woke up at 5:00am buzzing with excitement! It’s my birthday! Let me start from the beginning. Hi, I’m Macey! My life-long dream is to have my very own pony! For 12 years! 12 YEARS! I have been riding since I was 2! Done walking, trotting, jump poles, jumping (up to 2 meters) and I’ve dealt with bolting ponies, spooked horses etc. I bolted to my mother’s bedroom and banged on the door. “Mum get up get up!” I giggled to myself as I watched her wake up. She moaned. “ 5 more minutes!” I sighed and ran into my 17 year old sister’s bedroom. “Hey sis wakey wakey”. My face immediately got hit with a fluffy pillow as I through it back. I once again ran out of her room and downstairs to face 3 presents on the floor. I searched them over and sat down on the sofa. They seemed to be shouting “Open me open me” I sighed feeling defeated as my mum and my sister came trudging down the stairs. “Where’s dad mum?” She looked at my sister then back at me. “I don’t know sweat heart.” Dad’s POV: I slipped my boots on and snuck down the stairs and swung my car keys round my fingers. My truck clicked open and I slid in driving down the yard. (We have bought her own pony!) His name is Wolfie. A bay new forest gelding 13.2hh. I halted my truck and hopped out to open the gate. It swung open and I drove and parked up. Normal POV: I smiled at her and she gave me the presents. I ripped open the present and I jumped back in shock. “OMG mum these jodhpurs are AMAZING!” they were cream with a black waist line. Next, were these AMAZING black boots. When I say AMAZING I literally mean AMAZING. The last present of all was a picture of Shadow. The first pony I ever rode. I smiled and hugged mum. Dad’s POV: I searched the isle for Wolfie’s stall and there he was. He nuzzled my shoulder as I patted his neck and slid open the door. I did his feeds and left them in the feed room to dry. I grabbed the folder and placed it in front of his stable. I hooked his halter over my arm and I placed it on him. “Ready!” I searched my pocket for my phone and texted Sarah (My wife). ::Ready:: Mum’s POV: My phone vibrated in my hand my eyes scanned my phone. Ok time to get Macey in the car without her getting suspicious. “Macey darling you have a riding lesson in half an hour would you go get dressed for me sweet?” She looked up at me and smiled grabbing her new clothing and running up the stairs taking 2 at a time. Normal POV: I jumped into my cream Jodhpurs and my white polo shirt I got last month. Then I slid on my riding boots and ran down the stairs. I through an apple in the air and caught it with one hand and took a bite. Yum. I ran in front of my sister and flew into the front seat. She gave me the evils so I returned them and smiled. Mum’s POV: I pressed my foot down on the peddle and watched as Macey sat there impatiently waiting to get there. Normal POV: The car stopped and I ran out into the barn to see my dad waiting there with a pony. Wolfie to be exact. I gave him a puzzled look and he just stood there and handed me the lead rope. All of a sudden everyone on the yard shouted happy birthday. I gasped in shock and started crying as I hugged MY pony. MY pony. Oh my gosh. I have a pony!!!! Stay tuned for part 2! 	abbieponyroad & Shadow
2014-07-05 01:26:57
hOW DO YOU ENTER?????? ***ADMIN NOTE post your entry here or email it to contests@clubponypals.com ***	pretzellove123 & chester
2014-07-06 19:29:38