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November 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.

November 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
2016-10-30 19:08:34
Jennybear12 and Starlight,Abbyhorse12 and Milagro,and last but not least Hayday13 and Chestnut were riding when one day Mrs.Crandal wanted to the girls.When they got there Mrs.Crandal and JulietheHorse were waiting at the door. Julie was very sad but never said why.They girls asked JulietheHorse what was wrong. JulietheHorse said that Olympian was very sick. Mrs. Crandal asked if the girls could get medicine for Olympian. The girls happily agreed. They went to Wiggins and and bought the medicine with a little amount of money to spare. The quickly jumped on a bus and headed back to Mrs. Crandal. JulietheHorse quickly fed the medicine to Olympian. The horse soon felt better. The girls rejoiced. Olympian was all better! by: Hayday13 and JulietheHorse	hayday13 & Keller
2016-11-02 13:12:06
A Tale Of Two Horses By DreamerGirl I looked out the window. All I saw was fog. Nothing. Everything was grey. But I made out a figure in the distance. 'What is that?' I thought. As we drew near, I made it out. A horse. A beautiful horse as black as night. "Stop the car!" I said. Mom stopped and I raced out to get the horse. No. It wouldn't work. I went back and told mom everything. I looked back and saw that the horse was no more. I scared him. My fault. "Keep driving." I sighed and said. I want that horse. I want that horse to be mine. He was beautiful. I will name him Eclipse. Eclipse the black stallion. Just then, I thought I saw him again. I told mom to stop the car. "Are you sure this time?" Mom asked me. I was sure. I knew this was a horse. I go out and went over to him, or shall I say, her. This horse was not the same, she had a star marking on her face. She bolted off into the distance. She was no more. I wanted that horse too. She was as black as night also, but with one shining star. Her name will be Ebony. Ebony and Eclipse. The two horses that are so beautiful. I want them both to be mine. To gallop across the plains riding on their beautiful black coat. But no, how could I ever dream such a thing? I woke up the next morning. "Just a dream." I thought. I looked out the window. There they were, peacefully grazing in the field. And that was the last time I ever saw those horses. Never to be seen again, just hiding in the shadows, those beautiful horses, that I will never forget. A tale of two horses.	DreamerGirl & Serene
2016-11-03 14:08:19
Mustang By tendertimbit I am a mustang not a car but a horse for i am a mustang brause i am a lovley horse. No i am not a pony for i am a horse. You know i am a horse for i am tall not small. I am fast as a horses and not as slow as a snail. You can ride me but i do through you off for i am wild and thats all i will ever be.	tendertimbit & Palio
2016-11-04 05:06:12
hoofbeats of heaven bu chelseaimogen my diamond , my princess, my one true love. my heart shatters with pain, while your now gone i wish so much the pain would stop, but my love for you hurts to much you helped me up, you helped me fly it was your time to go, you said goodbye my heart broken, my heart always crys i love you too much for it to stop you're my princess. i love you much i wish i could bring you home so i could see you roam to love you at home where you belong you hoofbeats load so i can hear you belong with me where you can be free you're gone forever i can see you never hearts still hurt hearts still bleed from the loss of you, tears still weap one day we shall meet again never to be parted just like how it started my princess i miss you but heaven was calling my only friend but now it's the end an angle you are for ever to be i still love you forever goodnight sweetheart, i love you so don't forget me, i'll never forget you	chelseaimogen & lucy
2016-11-09 15:23:45
Once apon there was a Black and white paint horse named magic. He was a 15 hand horse. I went to my first riding lesson and as soon as i saw him i wanted to hop right on. I was so exited! So i tacked him up and lead him to the riding area and i mounted him and then he listened very well. On my first lesson i Walked,Trotted and did some patterns. On my second lesson i Walked,Trotted,Loaped ( western for canter ) and did patterns and i was a little nervous to loap. Since it was only my second time riding a horse! So i did it and did not fall of. - I started in spring - Now fall. Now i know Showmanship,loap,trot,patterns,walk, And more! I am so happy i got to ride him! ~This is a true story	Princess Carmen & Jackie
2016-11-11 21:28:35
Title: "Of Men" By: Horsesforever12 [NOTE: This poem does not mention horses or ponies anywhere. However, it is from the heart and holds a truth I hope you ponder. May it in some way inspire your soul.] Of men who trod restless roads, Of shepherds who bear hopeless loads, Of women tall and unknowingly fair, Of princes lost and roaming the world's lair Who are these; strangers on common ways? Ships passing in the night and missing in the day? Oh! If they were to see! She is like him, and him is like she. Plots and plans they draw upon the sky In pilgrimages and destinies they are tied; 'Till dusk wanes and stars alight the heavens On, tirelessly, upon them plight is laden. Mournful, the moon watches from above At the journeyers lost and without love They are different, it is true But to Fate's call they must be hewn. Could it be, a man so common and unseen, Would catch the eye of a woman keen? And is it so, that a shepherd of lowly stature, Could find a prince and his heart capture? It can only be that destiny itself intervened, Sketching and painting unimaginable dreams For that is how it works And that is the way of the world. Of men who find hope when it is not, Of women who grasped what they had sought, Of shepherds who are crowned as queens, Of princes who loved the unesteemed.	Horsesforever12 & Jedi
2016-11-12 19:15:59
CRAZY ONE:CHAPTER ONE WILD THING AS I WOKE UP THE VERY FIRST TIME I LOOKED AROUND AND FOR THE FIRST TIME I SAW MY HERD. THE HERD I HAD BEEN BORN INTO. THE HERD I WOULD LOVE AND LIVE WITH FOREVER. THE FIRST TIME I SAW MY MOM I DIDN'T KNOW SHE WAS MY MOM. BUT THAT SECOND SHE NICKERED TO ME I KNEW WHO SHE WAS. I GREW FAST AND EVERY DAY I GREW STRONGER BEING ABLE TO RUN WITH THE HERD. RUNNING WAS SO MUCH FUN I LOVED RUNNING BUT ONE DAY IT GOT ME IN SO MUCH TROUBLE. THAT WAS THE END OF THAT CHAPTER I WILL WRITE MORE NEXT TIME.	HannahB5horses & Star
2016-11-14 00:48:06
THE KING OF ALL And I saw horses run down from space.These horses were the horses of wind,with the snow white fur and the silky mane that filled the air with beauty.But as the rider in white and gold armor which name was Faithful and True,the king of all kings,Jesus.	Wemeo & Galixy
2016-11-15 02:04:34
Remember Part 1 By PianoAndPonies "Please, God please wake up." I hear my father plead through a shrill ringing in my ears as I begin to slowly wade through the murky waters of unconsciousness. "Come on baby girl, please I know you're still there. Please, oh God, please!" "Robert please, we have to let the paramedics do their jobs." I hear my mother's cool, even voice shaking with emotion. I can hear everything that's going on. Why can't I open my eyes? "Ma'am, I'll have to ask you a few questions about the accident." Accident? This new voice worries me, what kind of accident are they talking about? And then I remember. I remember guiding my mare towards the jumps I knew were too high; the jumps I had been told were beyond both of our skill levels. Riot and I were a few strides away when I tensed, ready to rise into two-point and squeeze her sides, urging her forward. As Riot shifted her weight backward to spring up and over the standard rails in front of us, I leaned forward, counterbalancing her momentum. The momentum I gained threw me over Riots head when she halted and refused the jump. I crashed into the rails, sending Riot into a panic. I remember looking up as Riot's hooves pounded all around me, and then the world going dark. I have to wake up. I have to find out if Riot's safe. I can't listen to my father begging me to wake up any more, I can't listen to my own father's broken voice begging me to come back. My mind is fractured into a thousand cobwebs of thought, and it takes all I have to force it back together. Immediately I feel myself rise through the murky blackness into the present. "We have a heartbeat! She's coming back!" I hear a male voice above me shout. I hear my mother sob and open my eyes to see my parents holding each other in the flashing red and blue lights, crying tears of fear and relief. I smile a faint smile before I look beyond them and see my sister holding Riot's reins, my horse straining to get to my body laying on the ground. 'This isn't right.' her eyes seem to say, 'Why is she on the ground? What are these lights? I need to get us away from this.' I feel myself being lifted onto a stretcher and loaded into an ambulance as tubes are being stuck in my face and monitors are being attached everywhere. My family standing, holding each other, is the last thing I see before the two doors are slammed shut and we go screaming into the night.	PianoAndPonies & Pure Riot
2016-11-15 04:02:42