An Appaloosa


"Mom! Mom! I'm home! Mom!" I shout. "Where is she?" I mumble. "Surprise, baby,!" Mum says, jumping out of the living room. I look at her, puzzled. In all the time dad left, I've never seen her so excited, never at all. I scan her up and down, my eyes lingering over jodhpurs, a hoodie, and riding boots. "Huh?" I question, raising my eyebrows. I look down at my school shirt and skirt, and suddenly I'm grinning.

"Mum!" I squeal. "You're serious!? We're going to start riding!"
"Yes, baby, yes we ARE!!!"
"O my goodness, I cant believe it!" Mum laughs, puts her arms around me, and says, "Come on, change into casual clothes, jump in the car, and lets go buy you some riding clothes!"

10 minutes later I'm dressed in jeans, a stripey top and a hoodie. In all my 14 years I've wanted to go riding and finally, for my 5th birthday Mum and dad (was still with us) gave me a voucher for lessons. I finished my voucher, but mum said I could carry on riding. I progressed as far as galloping, and jumping 5 ft. I stopped when I was 12, when dad left. We were scarily short of cash, but mum is a talented baker, and 6 months ago mum got a high pay job in a bakery.

Now zooming through the fast lane, we are at a riding store. I get two jodhpurs, one turquoise, and one tan. 1 set of proper riding boots, and one proper riding top. (Mum says I can use normal t-shirts when I ride and my riding shirt is in the wash.)

I get a riding hat, and then, another 10 minutes later, we are at the riding school. When I jump out the car, a boy comes over. "Morning, Miss, are you here for riding lessons?" He has brown hair with a messy cut fringe, brown eyes, and freckles. He looks at me, and smiles.

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Horse Friendship

by BlueRoan
(U.S.)


Part One

Pain. It comes and goes. But this is the pain that never goes away. It keeps coming back to me. It was when my parents divorced. I loved them both. I never saw it coming. Was it my fault? If not, why did this happen? Well, I was satisfied when it came straight from the horse's mouth. Literally. Well, more like straight from the horse's friendship.

I remember when my mom told me about their divorce. I froze at that very instant. But I couldn't hold it. I started crying and clinging to my mom. But soon, she said that it was time to say good-bye for a while to dad. I nodded and went downstairs to find dad waiting for me. I ran up to him and said, "How often am I going to be able to see you?"

"You will come over for the weekends. Is that okay?" Dad told me. "Yes, that'll be alright." I simply replied.

It was Thursday,and I would leave for his house tomorrow. I would stay from Friday afternoon to Monday morning. I didn't know that my dad was moving to a place with horses. This would change everything.

I packed up and was ready to go to Dad's when mom said to me, "You know, Sage, your dad lives on a farm right now."

"Really?! Are there any horses?!"I asked.

"I don't know. You'll have to wait and see." Mom said with a smile. Now I was really excited. I hopped into the car and was ready to go. Once Mom put my bags in the car,w e drove off. I looked out and saw farms all over. We were almost there, I could just feel it!

We soon pulled into the long driveway which led to Dad's house. Then I saw the horses. I could not wait to ride them. But I didn't know that they would be such a big part of my life at the moment. I was just focused on riding them and seeing Dad. I got out of the car and saw my dad standing at the door. He walked over to help me with my bags. Then I said good-bye to mom and she drove away. I didn't know that this would be the first step to my recovery. It hurt deep down to think about it, so I kept my eye on the horses.

"So.. Dad. I saw that you have horses.. right?" I asked after mom left.

"Yes I do! Would you like to see them?" Dad replied.

"Of course! Can I ride them too?!" I said excitedly.

"Yup, but only after you get your stuff into your room." Dad explained. I nodded as we started walking towards the house.

Part Two

After I threw my bags down onto the bed in the room I was staying in, I slipped on my riding boots and ran out the door. Then Dad stopped me and said, "Wait! I'm going to ride too!"

I smiled and said, "Great!"

After Dad got ready, we both ran out to the barn.

"Ooh! Can I ride her?!" I said and pointed to a beautiful Palomino Arabian.

"Yes you may! She is one of the sweetest horses here." Dad said.

I smiled as I walked over to her. "What's her name?" I asked.

"Her name is Misty." Dad answered. Then I felt it. I wished Mom was here and going to ride with us. I just stopped. Then I remembered that I wasn't going to be able to ride with her and dad together. I held my tears and went over to Misty who had a thoughtful look on her face.

"I have a feeling that you and I will do great together." I said softly to her.

I tacked her up and mounted onto her. She listened to everything I said and did. "Do you want to go on a trail ride, Sage?" Dad soon asked.

"Sure! I haven't been on one in a while." I replied. Misty is an amazing horse! She is my best friend. Soon, the trail ride was over.

"That was fun!" I said as I dismounted. Dad nodded. Then he went inside. I stayed out with Misty. It's like Misty knew how I felt and cheered me up every time! Then it was time to go inside. I said good-bye to Misty then ran inside because it had just started to rain. I washed up and soon, it was time for dinner.

Part Three

After dinner was over, I talked with Dad for a while. "Dad, I wish I could OWN Misty. She is such a good horse! She has been helping me so much this first day." I said to Dad.

"Sage, here's something I thought about. You love horses, right?"

"YES!" I almost yelled.

Dad smiled and went on, "I was thinking, would you like to own a horse here? You will have to care of her yourself every time you come over, but any other day, I will take care of your horse for you. How about that?"

I was shocked. Then I said, "Yes! So I can own any horse here I want?!" I looked at him and he nodded. "Then I'll take Misty!" I said excitedly. I ran over to Dad and gave him a hug.

I looked outside and saw that it had stopped raining. So I ran out to the stable and saw MY horse, Misty. "Misty! Guess what? I'm your new owner!" I said. She nickered in return.

I gave her a hug and just sat with her for a while until it was almost time for bed. I went inside and got my pajamas on and brushed my teeth.

Then Dad came up to my room and said, "You have a half hour before you go to sleep. So you can do what you want, just don't be loud."

I looked around and said, "Okay Dad, goodnight."

"Goodnight." Dad said while walking out the door and closing it.

"What should I do..." I said to myself. "I know!" Then I went and got some paper out of the desk drawer, a pencil and an eraser. Then started to draw a picture of Misty. She was an Arabian so I made sure that she looked right. I was just about finished...

"Sage, it's time to go to bed now." Dad said and peeked into my room. He looked at my paper and said, "What's that?"

"It's a picture of Misty. I'm not finished yet but that's what I've got so far." I said while showing him my picture.

"Wow! That's really good Sage! I didn't know that you could draw horses so good! It looks so real!" Dad said amazed at my work.

"Thanks," is the only word that came out of me.
"Well, goodnight." Dad said as he handed me the paper.

"Goodnight, Dad." I said as I placed the paper in the desk drawer.

Dad closed the door and I climbed into bed. I soon fell asleep with thoughts of Misty going through my head.

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The Mystery Horse

by Bianca Arctic
(The Midnight Zone)


Once upon a time, there were two horse-crazy girls named Andrea and Ellen. Andrea had a horse named Carmel, but Ellen did not. They were both shy and not very talkative.

Andrea had long, half blonde, half brown hair, glasses, and she had a sweet personality. Ellen, on the other hand, had long brown hair, and glasses. She, however, was the opposite. Ellen had a temper, was clumsy, and had a daredevil personality. They were both short and were tomboys.

One day, Ellen was reading her favorite horse book, Misty of Chincoteague, when a rock bounced off her window. (This was their way of signaling.) She tumbled down the stairs and out the back door.

"Ellen! I just got a letter from my uncle! He owns a ranch and he wants us to come and visit for a couple of weeks!" Yelled Andrea. "Yeow!" cried Ellen. "When can we go? How many horses does he have? Where does he live? I hope we can go!"

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For The Love of Horses

by TheHorseLover
(U.S.)


Part1

I'm Ashley, a horse crazy girl. People ask me, 'Why do you ride?' And what is my answer? I say to them, 'I ride for the love of horses.' Here is why it's for the love of horses.

"Mom? Do you think he is doing alright?" Ashley asked her mom as the drove down the rode. "Yes, Ashley. Of course he is! He is a well-trained horse!" Mom answered. "But, you know this is MY first horse. Not yours. I am just worried on how it will go!" Ashley said as she stared out the window. It was quiet and peaceful outside.

Just then, it wasn't quiet and peaceful. It was loud and painful. Ashley woke up in a hospital bed. "What happened? Mom? Anybody?" Ashley mumbled. "I think she's awake." Ashley heard some people say. Whoever it was that said that, came up to her bedside and said, "You are going to be okay. You're mother is not doing well though. Just stay laying down for a while."

"What happened?" Ashley asked. "You were in a serious accident. You're mother got the worst of it. But she is going to be fine. Lay back down now." The nurse explained to her. "My horse!! What about Stormy?!" Ashley suddenly sat up and said. "He is fine too. He's at your home right now." The nurse said before walking out of the room.

Soon Ashley could leave the hospital. "Can my mom leave too?" Ashley said as she stood up. "No, she will have to stay for a while yet." The nurse said as the two walked out of the room together. "Well then, who will be bringing me home?" Ashley asked the nurse. "Your dad's friend and his son. They called ahead of time so it's all worked out." The nurse told her as they went down the hall, and out the door. Ashley walked out and saw them waiting. "Oh no." She thought. "Not Derek."

Derek is the guy that Ashley has had a crush on for a while now and she could tell that he liked her too. And she was going to be riding in a truck with no back seats. Ashley smiled to the nurse and walked up to the truck and put her stuff in. "I think that I'll just sit in the back." Ashley said to her dad's friend. "Sorry, we don't have a back seat in here, Ashley." He replied. "No, no. I meant I would sit in the way back." Ashley corrected. "Okay! Suit yourself!" He said as he got into the truck.

Derek and Ashley DID talk sometimes, it's just a bit awkward when they do. They have been on trail rides and stuff before, it's just that now they're older, it is a LITTLE bit different.

Once they got to Ashley's house, she jumped out of the truck, got her stuff, said thank you, and ran inside. As she was going in, she ran into her dad who was just walking out the door. "Not so fast Ashley. Derek is staying here for a couple weeks." Dad said. "What?! Why?!"Ashley said confused. "His dad is going to Hawaii for him and his wife's anniversary! And Derek has to stay here." Dad explained. "And you will have to show him what to do here on the horse farm."

"Oh for the love of horses! Why does he have to stay HERE though?" Ashley asked. She looked back and saw Derek laughing at her quote, 'For the love of horses!' Ashley says that instead of 'For goodness sake!' or 'Oh my gosh!' "Always laughing at that!" Ashley said to herself with a little laugh.

"Ashley..." Dad said. "Okay!" She replied while walking back outside. And that is only the beginning...

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Beautiful Horses

by Rebecca
(Daisy Hill, Maryborough Victoria)

Main Mare: Beauty( Golden Palomino with 4 socks and blaze)
Main Stallion: Strike(Chestnut with blaze)
Bad Mare:Jewel(Fleabitten Gray)
Bad Stallion: Thunder(Dark Bay)
Strikes Sister: Sunny(Buckskin)
Girl: Sally(Brown hair, tanned skin and blue eyes)
Sallys Cousin: Sarah(Blonde hair, pale skin and green eyes)

Hi. My name is Beauty and I am a palomino with four white socks and a blaze. If you haven’t already gathered, I am a horse. I live on cold bricks in a TINY yard with cruel owners that beat you whenever they get the chance. I live at this place with hundreds of horses. Now, I better stop telling you who I am and get ready for my owners to come and give me breakfast. Hide quickly, here they come now.

“I think we should shoot the palomino mare” the man said to the woman next to him. “She’s getting way too skinny and sick”. “I agree with you Herald” the woman agreed. “Do you think tonight is a good time Wendy?” Herald asked. “Yep” Wendy replied. My heart shook with anger and fear. They threw me my apple and walked away. Just as they disappeared around the corner, a girl walked up to my yard. She had brown hair, blue eyes and tanned skin.

“Hi girl” she greeted. Then she noticed the state I am in and exclaimed “ Look at the state you’re in”.”I am going to get your owners and buy you off them”. She ran to the house near my yard and after a few knocks she disappeared inside. After a few minutes she walked out with Herald and Wendy. “You sure can buy her Sally” Wendy grinned. “ That’s if you can catch her” Herald laughed. They both then walked off to the house. “Come on girl” Sally whispered.

I stood my ground. “I won’t hurt you” Sally cooed as she opened the gate and walked towards me holding up a sugar lump. My mouth watered as I took tentative steps towards her. She hooked the lead rope on my tatty old rope halter and led me out of the gate wile I gulped down the sugar lump like it was the only food on earth. Sally led me to her ranch and put me in a HUGE paddock full of fresh green grass. “Here you go beautiful girl” she said as she undid my halter. “This is my mares paddock”.

I gave out a loud chuffing sound. “That’s a name for you” she exclaimed. “Beauty. You like it, don’t you girl”. I nodded my head in reply. “You certainly are beautiful and you will be even more beautiful when I feed you up” Sally said happily. She walked towards her farm house with the lead rope in her hand. I let out a happy neigh in her direction, then took off galloping towards the other mares.

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A Deep Well

by I.M.
(USA)

Photo credit: 387310 via I'd Pin That

Photo credit: 387310 via I'd Pin That

CLASH! "Ahhh!" Kayla screamed as a bolt of lighting slashed and illuminated the dark night sky. She was up and was waiting for her mare, Missy, to have her foal. Missy was a dark bay riding pony, nothing exciting. She was in foal to her best friend's stallion, Andy.

She had called Mira to tell her that Missy was in foal, but she hadn't picked up. She also called the vet, Dr. Mackin. He was on his way and she knew that he had done many foaling calls, so she knew he would have this under control.

After what seemed like years, Dr. Mackin finally came. He checked on Missy and told her she was doing fine. "One problem though." Many situations ran through Kayla's mind. Would this be Missy's last night? Would the foal die? She just didn't even want to think about it. Dr. Mackin checked Missy once again.

He finally spoke and said, "I hope the three of them do okay." Kayla looked at Dr. Mackin like he was crazy. "What do you mean the three of them," Kayla asked. "I mean," said Dr. Mackin, "that Missy is having twins. I feel one is strong and healthy so far, but i don't know about the other." Kayla stood there. She could lose a foal, two foals, two foals and a mare, or, she wished, none. All of a sudden, Missy took a deep breath and pushed. "Kayla," Dr. Mackin said with a little hint of panic, "this foal feels as if it is still born." Kayla felt like crying.

To be continued: MWAHAHAHAHAHA!! I'm super tired and want to go to bed, so peace out. :)

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Mystery Horse

by Emily L
(Canada)

Mystery Horse

Mystery Horse

*Beep* *Beep* *Beep*

My alarm clock rings awakening me from my heavy slumber. I check the time and it's only 4:00 am, definitely not my normal wake up time. My little devil of a brother must have set it so early because he knows I can't get back to sleep once I'm up. I get up out of my bed sighing.

"Little brothers." I mutter under my breath.

Walking over to my window, I realize the sun is already starting to rise. Shocked, I walk down the stairs to check the wall clock in case mine is wrong. It's 4:04am. Why is the sun rising so early? This is an early start to what seems to be a rather peculiar day.

"I OVERSLEPT!" My father shouts running down the stairs.

"No pops, it's only 4:37am." I say through a mouthful of oatmeal.

"Then why is the sun almost up so early?" My dad questions with a befuddled look on his face.

"No idea." I tell him still confused myself.

"My alarm went off at 4:00am and I came downstairs saw this, made some oatmeal and well here we are."

"All the years I've lived in Ireland, I've never seen such a thing!" My dad murmurs.

"Yeah. Well, since we are up so early would you mind driving me to the barn in a bit?" I ask.

"Sure kiddo, but why are you always so desperate to go and look after other people's horses?"

"'Cause when I get my own horse I'll be an expert in taking care of him!" I smile.

"We've discussed this Ella, it's not happening. We don't have the money to support you, the twins, and a horse." My dad says sternly.

"Well then I guess I'll just wait till we have the money!"

"Alright kid, go get dressed. We're leaving in half an hour."

"Great, thanks Dad." I kiss him on the cheek and run up stairs. If I get an early start I might have time to ride a horse in the afternoon!

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Horseless horse girls

by Heartbeat for horses


Let's face it... a lot of girls are horseless. How does a girl without a horse still love them? Lucky for us there are plenty of ways and below are some things that a horseless horse girl can do.

1. Hang around horses as much as you can - ride groom, volunteer if you can!

2. Read! There are lots of horse books out there. When you read, sometimes you can imagine yourself as the character and the horse is yours.

3. Write about horses! This is the perfect place!

4. If you have model horses, build a stable for them and care for them each day.

5. Draw horses. Make a book of drawings of your dream horses.

6. Learn new things about horses each day. Learn every part of the bridle or learn about a new breed everyday! It can be fun but also educational for when you're around real horses.

7. Daydream about them. Daydreaming can be a wonderful thing. Daydream about a horse you will own one day or about your fave lesson horse or pony.

8. Decorate your room with them. There is a blog about decorating your room (horse-themed) on here - https://www.horsecrazygirls.com/Pony-Bedding.html

9. Pretend your bike is a horse or pretend you have a horse by cantering around your yard over jumps or barrels for a barrel race. It can be so much fun and for a while you will feel like you're on a horse!

10. Get horse things! Magazines, books, toys, posters, stickers - you name it!

11. If you have a journal, write entries about horses. Even if its about a imaginary horse!

12. Do horse crafts.

13. Watch horse movies like Black beauty, Flicka, A gift horse, A horse for summer and Spirit!

14. Go to tack stores and look around. It's fun to dream about owning all of it one day.

15. Look at horses for sale! You can dream about owning one.

16. Play horse games! If you go online or on this website there are plenty of horse games to play! Even on your iPad, phone, or even your Wii, also horse board games!

17. Look at horse websites such as girls horse club and pony box.

18. Talk to your friends about horses!

19. Make horse collector cards and trade them with horse crazy friends!

20. Contribute to HCG!

Hope you horse girls enjoy this blog! :)

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Time is Dust

by Devotion Weiß
(Mountain Haven Farm, Dun Valley, WV)


Dust.

It makes up all that is. The sun is dust, only dust. Thick red dust that blows up, stings like thousands of yellow jackets, clogs the already parched throat, and grates the skin from everything. The trees leaves are buried in it, lost forever.

It is the dust bowl, and even my horse is made out of dust. A simple outline that I have to remake after every wind that blows the lines away. the lines I made with my own two hands. Rough hands, and not only because of the dust.
I have sore rubbings on my palms from the twisted reins of a bridle, reins that smell of desert spices. My family asks what the marks are from, and I have nothing to say. I try to tell them about my horse.

"You mean that outline in the dust?" Then they laugh and shake their heads, because they never see what I see. Nobody sees what I see.

Everyday my soul aches for the full moon to arrive, to fill the air with coolness, a coolness so rare, so precious.

When it does come I steal out of our house made of thin, dust worn, boards and go out to the oasis. The oasis appears when my horse does.
First, there is only a hill of sand with my fingered outline on the very top. Then the dust in my horse's shoulder area begins to swirl and fly in poofs into the air.

A horse begins to form out of the dust, my outline. It rising up with flying particles of sand, and then I see color, it is a dapple gray, an Arabian. Long eyelashes flick up to reveal eyes as blue as the stars.

There is the oasis then. I see it all, I feel it, smell it. It is real: the trees, bending over to dip their frond-like leaves into shivering pools of water. There are tents, and people in the tents.

Arabs. I'm not in the bottom of the bowl of dust anymore, because my horse is showing me a new place: the old deserts, and the people and horses of them.

People come out of their tents when I mount. Laughing shepherds chase a few fat, woolly sheep towards a small pond. Children shimmy up the trees to reach the small fruits. My horse's eyes glow.

Truly, this horse isn't mine. Every full moon when I do this, the horse's real owner gets to see him. The horse's name is Rashan, and his owner is the great Ali Katj.

And Ali Katj, like me, only sees Rashan at the full moon, when I ride him into the midst of the beautiful camp.

My heart wells up with something like jealousy as Ali Katj comes out of his tent. He is proud and respected, but I can see emotion dripping from his eyes.

He can barely contain himself as he walks reservedly up to Rashan, who is very excited. Rashan tries to trot towards Ali Katj, but I pull him up. His beautiful neck pushes that gorgeous head towards his true love and master.

They meet and I can see glimmering tears of the joy of reunion coming from Rashan's lovely eyes.
And I am jealous, because Rashan will obey me, but he does not love me. Ali Katj is everything, and I am just a dust-torn girl from another time.

Everything is dust.
My horse is dust.
My home is dust.
The sun is dust.
I am dust.

Time is dust.

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Fire and raven's wings

by Joy
(Florida)

This is one time I wish I had wings. I sat on top of the rock, my face to the wind with my long, black hair flowing out behind me. If I did, I would fly over the mountains, over the sea, over a huge continent, back to my home. China. They said they adopted me so my life would be easier. Ha! I was doing fine until they dragged me off to some place called California!

I took a stick and started scratching and imaginary horse onto the rock. A fiery pegasus. One with wings. That when I sensed someone watching me. I looked up,and,lo and behold!-A fiery stallion stood before me! He was... Oh! Breathtaking!!! He looked at me with wise, kind, powerful, but understanding eyes. I stood hypnotized by his gaze for a solid minute.

I flexed my foot to get circulation back to it, and when I looked up, he was gone! Oh, I could have cried! I was already sliding down the gravelly, weedy path to my little house, which I couldn't see from here, when I heard my foster mom call me. "Raven it's getting dark! Time to come in!"

I was in a daze when I stepped up onto the front porch, through the kitchen, up the stairs, and on to my bed. By habit I pulled out my paints, paper, and brush. Soon I had a beautiful picture of the fire stallion. Capture the beauty. That was my motto. I hung the picture on my dresser, and climbed into bed. That night I dreamed a strange, but beautiful dream. I dreamed of fire and raven's wings.

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The Elementals

by Lucinda
(NZ)

The Elementals

The Elementals

There are four elementals:
-The air elemental, capable of making wind with their mind and extremely fast speeds, gliding and making a force field.
-The earth elemental, capable of moving earth and sand with their mind, naturally very strong.
-The water elemental, capable of moving water with their mind and freezing it, can breathe underwater.Weaker in the day.
-The fire elemental, capable of controlling lava in volcanoes and making/stopping them being dormant. Can make fire with their mind and is stronger in the day.

Very rarely, a horse with all the elements is born, but very rarely sometimes it is thousands of years before this elemental is born.

When one elemental dies, for example the fire elemental, the second it dies another fire elemental is reborn.

Could YOU be an elemental?
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"Can we go out of the cave now?" Fable groaned.
"Not yet Fable." Rose nudged her son closer towards her. "Sleep now."

Fable grumbled but fell asleep. A few hours later, Fable awoke from his sleep, he stretched his legs and nickered quietly "Lets go into the main herd place mama, I am sure they miss their lead mare." Rose turned her head to look at the grey tobiano colt.

"Yes little one." The grey mare nuzzled her son.

"Alright!" Fable shot forward at a very fast gallop. "My, he is fast." Rose thought and trotted after her colt. When they left the cave a few horses trotted up to see how the two were doing and how nice they looked.

"Mama, do you have lead mare stuff to do?" Fable asked and Rose nodded "Go play with Glee." She nodded to the dark bay filly who was shooting around like a rocket. "Okay." Fable trotted over and she looked up happily at him "Hiya!" She neighed and Fable looked surprised "Um, Hi, are you Glee?" He asked and she nodded.

"Sure am! Nice to meet ya! Wanna race?" She neighed and did a cow hop. "Sure!" Fable neighed excitedly and they galloped around for a while.
A commotion started and the horses moved their foals towards the back of the herd place. "What's going on?" Fable whispered to Glee."I think there is a horse there." She replied and one of the mares wheeled their head round to face the foals and shushed them.

"Sorry!" squeaked Fable and he watched in awe as a huge mustang trotted down from the ledge that was towering over the herd. "That's Drummer." Whispered Glee and Fable gasped as he saw Drummer approach the horse at the entrance to the herd.
"What are you doing here?" Demanded Drummer and the horse looked calmly at him, poker facing his fear. "I am a messenger." He explained.

"What message do you have to tell us?"
"Titan, the former wind elemental, is dead. He died around midnight, ten hours ago." He said and sadness clouded Drummer's eyes. "Did he know him?" Fable whispered and Glee looked at him "I'm not sure, I think so."

"Have you told the mountain herd yet? Black Magic had a few foals born recently as did I,the new one could be one of them."
"I am going there now."

"Right, thank you." Drummer neighed and the messenger nodded in reply and cantered away. Drummers eyes were clouded in thought. And Fable trotted over to his mother. "Rose, what's an elemental?"

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It begins with one touch, one breath... <3

by Chloe Ann

The slight aroma of boiling noodles filled the air as I walked into the kitchen, which was painted a dark tangerine color and had many pictures on the wall. Mom slaved over the stove stirring our dinner and trying to text dad. My slightly curly dark brown hair was in a high ponytail, and I wore red converse, black jodhpurs and a striped red sweater that was a bit big for my slender frame.

Mom spotted me as I sat down at the large wooden table that sat in the far corner of the room.

“Good evening, Willow.” She said, a large smile quickly appearing on her gleaming face. Mom was one of the most beautiful women I had ever met. She had bright blue eyes, rosy cheeks, a slender face, and was pale with light blonde hair. No wonder dad fell in love with her. The woman was practically a model.

She finished boiling the noodles and added last minute touches to make them perfect.

“Hey.” I replied. She placed a plate in front of me on the table, and sat down with a plate of her own.

“Your father is almost home.” Mom said as if she were counting the minutes until his arrival.

I nodded and scooped up a forkful of noodles, shoving them into my mouth.

Dad arrived ten minutes later, with a broad smile on his face. I had more of dad’s features than of mom’s. I had dad’s dark hair and brown eyes. I only had a slender frame and face from mom. But I loved them both equally. Dad sat down without making himself a plate. “What do you want for your birthday, Willow?” Dad asked, placing his strong hands on my thin shoulder.

“I would like a horse.” I said, almost instantly.

Mom and dad looked at each other and never said anything else. I felt bad for the rest of the night. After dinner, I rushed to my room and wrapped myself up in a large pink blanket. Mom and dad’s room was right next to mine, and the walls weren’t very thick, so I could hear most of the conversation they were having.

Dad: “…I think she should have one…”

Mom: “… Give me one reason why she should…”
Dad: “… Responsibility…”
I began to doze off after that and didn’t get to hear the rest of the conversation.

I woke up the next morning to the loud sound of a sputtering truck. Dad must be working on the truck again. I took a shower and dressed in my usual converse which were now blue, jodhpurs that were white and a blue and black sweater. I walked out of the house, screen door closing behind me, and began to rush toward the garage.

As I approached, I noticed that dad was under the car. He slid out from under it as he saw me. “Hey,” He said.

I waved, and he said, “The truck is fixed.”

I smiled, and he motioned for me to climb in. I did so and he moved his supplies out of the way before climbing in himself. He started the car when he was in, and began to drive down the driveway.

Soon, we were driving down a small road where many stores sat, waiting for something to happen. Dad turned right into the parking lot of one of the stores, which, now that we were close to it, wasn’t a store, but an adoption centre. The car came to a stop and dad and I climbed out, pushing opened two large barn doors.

A wooden desk was located at the front of the centre, where a petite old woman sat, reading a book. She looked up as I approached, and closed her book.

I gave a warm smile, and she smiled back.

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Experience

by Gracie
(Johnston,RI, USA)


When you've got experience, it pays.

My beautiful dappled gray welsh mountain pony, Bubbles, (he's not really mine), has been abused terribly. He is afraid of everything under the sun, poor baby!

Well, I've fallen off him twice because he spooked and had just caught sight, out of the corner of his eye, a whip being put back into it's holder, and did a HUGE sidestep and a start, and I nearly fell.

But having six years' experience in riding, I kept my heels down, sat deep, and squeezed my legs around his middle. I circled him again and patted him and he calmed down. I didn't fall. I didn't lose my head and I comforted him, then proceeded to have a good lesson.

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The Wild Horses

by WildHorseGirl
(U.S.)


Part One

I remember the day that I was taken. The day that would completely turn my life around.

I was in my herd of horses when suddenly a few men riding other horses were coming our way. I whinnied to my mother who was not far from me. I was 2 years old at the time and have never seen this before.

I remembered what my mother had always told me. I looked back to her and thought, "I'm supposed to stay away from humans!" I froze and thought for a moment. Everyone around me started running away from the people who were getting closer.

I ran trying to find my Mom. I found her and saw that she was weak. I tried to help her but we were running behind in the herd. She picked up her pace and we soon caught up with the humans getting too close for comfort. Then it happened.

They threw a rope around my mother's neck and stopped her at that very instant. I whinnied and ran up to her. Then, one of the humans threw a rope around my neck too and said, "Stupid horse! He doesn't even know to run!"

I started rearing and bucking trying to break free but it was no use. They had me. Then I saw the rest of the people go after the rest of my herd. I whinnied to the other horses trying to warn them but I was too late. They caught 3 others. They struggled to get away but they couldn't.

I didn't know what would happen next so I kinda just went along with it as that is what the the other horses were doing.

I looked over at my Mom. She looked weak. I moved a little closer to her and the humans let me. As she slowed down, I nudged her to go on. Soon, we made it to our new "home". Well, maybe I shouldn't call it that. It's more like a prison. There is no freedom. You are always doing what the humans say, and they are not nice at all.

I wanted to go back to my real home ever since I first got caught. But that does not mean that I will never see them again.

Part Two

They soon led us into our so called "home". I heard the man leading me say, "Let's name this one Thunder." The other people looked at him.

Then, the man leading my mother said, "Well, let's name this one... I don't know..."

Another one said, "Just don't bother naming that one! She's old and weak! She'll die soon anyway." Then the horse who was being led by the man who said that stopped. She reared and bucked. Then the others started to rear and buck too so I just went along and did it too.

He was pulling me hard but I kept going. Soon, he pulled out a whip. He whipped me in the face which made me stop. I looked down and waited. I saw the other men pull out their whips too but it didn't work as well with the others. They kept going until they've had enough.

I looked over at my mother and saw that she didn't even move during this time. I knew it was because she didn't want to waste her energy. It's like she had done this before. She whinnied over to me. I did the same as we kept moving along.

After a while, we reached the stable. It was time to get into this closed up box. I had no idea what it was. I sniffed it and snorted. The others had a look on their faces. I knew what would happen next.

One started bucking and rearing while another pulled away. My mother just stood there and watched as she saw all this. Then the man looked at my mother. He dropped the lead rope and went over to help the others. Then the man holding me dropped his lead rope and went over too. My mother looked at me, then to the door. I knew what she was saying. At that instant we both galloped past the others and out the door.

We ran out to the fields and through the woods. Our herd wasn't too far from this place. I never looked back. I knew that very instant that I didn't want to go back. I kind of like the name they chose for me so I kept it. My mother did not name me, so Thunder it is.

We finally caught up with our herd after about fifteen minutes had gone by. The rest of the herd looked and saw us. Some nickered. Some whinnied. They all greeted us. But they only saw two. We stopped to rest.

About a half hour had gone by when we heard a horse running in the woods. It was one of the three others that was caught. He gave us a signal to run. Now that me and my mother were fully rested, we could run again. The whole herd started running into the nearby woods. We jumped over logs and rocks, streams and branches.

Soon, we made it to the other side. It was not a very thick woods, so we kept running. After we stopped hearing the thundering of hoofs behind us, we felt it was safe to rest. The humans must have gone the other way. All felt relieved.

I whinnied to my mother. She laid down. I knew she was getting older but she can still live much longer. She is 24 years old. Not too bad. I am only 2. Right now I really don't know if we are completely safe from the humans, but for now, all is good.

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The diary of a horse

by Crazy horse lover
(Canada)


Hi, I'm Ash. I'm a mustang and live in Montana where I am with my herd and my mother. I'm a foal.

One day, I'm laying in the grass when I hear a rumbling. It gets louder and louder until my mothers yells "Run, run! Follow me!"

They all run away and I try to get up in a hurry but because of that I stumble and fall to the ground. I watch as my herd frantically races to safety. Then I see it, Cowboys! I get up and look around frantically for a hiding place. I run to a dead shrub and watch as they race past chasing my family, my mother, my friends!

A tear rolls down my cheek as a cowboy turns around and notices me! I run my heart out but I knew I couldn't outrun an adult stallion so I feel a hard rope around my neck and I struggle to get out of it's harsh grip. "Gotcha," says the cowboy, "where's your momma, little guy? We'll find her and catch her." But I was not listening. I was still rearing and bucking. I wanted my momma!

As the Cowboy gallops away, I follow and we get to my herd where other cowboys are trying to catch everyone. I see my momma! "Guys get that mare! She's this little one's dam!" So he tries to catch her and she rears up to his stallion. "Give me my baby!" She whinnies furiously. "No can do, sorry baby," he says as he grins mischievously to her. "Don't you call me that!" And the rope slides around her neck. "Got her! Let's go guys!" The cowboy says.

"Momma!"
"Ash! I'm so sorry I left you I was in a hurry and I couldn't find you!" She says as she nuzzles me.
"It's okay but we need to get out!"
"No use baby. Too hard but I'll try."

As she rears up, I buck and pull. "Woah, there girl," he says and pulls us away.

A few minutes later we arrive at a strange thing that my mother calls a trailer.

Chapter two coming soon!

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Can I Handle Him?

by anonymus

Can I Handle Him?

Can I Handle Him?

This story has bits and pieces about my riding life in the real world but for the most part it's made up.

I planned on riding Willow. Maybe we'd be cantering today. I doubted we would though. We'd done that last week. Then I remembered, we were doing games!

When I entered the arena somebody was already on Willow. Sheila asked me who I wanted to ride."Well who can I ride?" I asked her."I suppose the only pony left is Aero. I felt dread. I'd never actually ridden Aero before but I'd heard that he was a nightmare...or nightgelding either way. I got on him.
We started riding. when we trotted we took our feet out of the stirrups. He was the smoothest ride in the world!
I rode him for two more weeks and eventually I cantered on him.
One day he wasn't himself. He was...BEHAVING! I cantered him. Suddenly out of no where he pulled his head down! I was off of his back. My first fall.
It didn't stop me. I rode him next week. I fell off of him just before Christmas. I rode him every week but it was now April and I still hadn't cantered on him again. I trotted him aroun once, then I kicked him on into a canter. We approached the jump. It was about a metre tall. I'd never even jumped anywhere near that high before. He leaped into the air. When we landed he jerked to one side. I was hanging on to his neck. It took me a moment to realize he was galloping! I was gripping onto his mane, without stirrups, almost fully out of the saddle when he slowed down. He was helping me regain me seat. At this stage he was at a walk. Just before the lesson ended we did scissors. Everybody's horses were walking while they were trying to do it. Except for Aero. I giggled and told him:"We're a team. I'm not the boss and neither are you".

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GENTLEMAN SIR

by Bandi
(Georgia)

My days with horses were the best, I share my stories, Horses are so inspirational. It is like they have angelic forces that surround them. In my days with horses. I had per say many fall in my lap. I guess God had a lot to teach me and through horses God taught me a lot. I once acquired a horse named Gentleman Sir, I learned a great deal with my time with him. Like "were there is a will there is a way" and "can't never could but can goes a long way."

He stood in a unshelterd corral about two years, Blanketed winter and summer when I found him. When the people who had him removed the blanket his hair came off with it. He was blind in his left eye and he walked actually leaning to his right.

He stood 15hh, broad face, strong legs. His hooves were long but a big old man he was. He lacked a great deal of nutrition and his true color wasn't clear. But blond mane and tail he had. He lacked a great deal of confidence as well. I had a great deal of work ahead of me.

I doctored his rain rot that took his hair.. Got a farrier to fix his bad feet.Called in a horse dentist to float his teeth,Filled him with good nutrition. After a few weeks I began to teach with natural horsemanship. To me the best form of teaching especially for him. The only way he knew was right, because left was out of sight.

He didn't even know his left existed. Until I brought it to light. Starting at a walk and a cue of my foot and teaching a great amount of trust. He learned to turn left without any fuss. Though for so many years Sir had felt like a un-normal horse.

After a few weeks and months, Sir was able to transition easily to the left from a walk to a trot to a lope. His muscles began to fill out and finally his true color emerged to a beautiful red roan. At 16 years old . The old man had bloomed.

Sir became the gentleman he always wanted to be and the best gentleman I could have ever known. Though in time I had to part ways with gentleman Sir. My time with him I'll never forget and a great deal I learned.

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Wish

by Skye C.
(Razorback, NSW, Australia)

Wish

Wish

I sat in the back of the car wondering where my Mum and I were going, she finally told me to get out, I asked her where we were and she told me we were at a horse market! My mind was spinning, I was so excited, I had always wanted a horse, now I was getting one! I had kind of hinted that I wanted one but not much, I love my Mum!

My Mum started walking and told me to hurry up so I snapped back into reality while catching up with her. As soon as I walked in I was amazed, so many beautiful horses and cute ponies. My Mum asked whether I wanted a horse or pony and I said it didn't matter so we kept walking.

I saw greys, bays, buckskins, paints, blacks and palominos all of which were utterly beautiful but I stopped and stared at this one paint with crystal blue eyes, grey+white splotches, and a white face.I immediately loved this one horse, loved the eyes and everything about her she was my wish.Mum had obviously seen me because she said "I guess you choose this girl, have you thought of a name?" "Wish." I said suddenly, it just seemed perfect.

"I love you Wish" "I will take care of you I promise, I hope you have a good time with all the trail rides and care, let's go." They were walking out to the car when I had realised that their was a horse trailer on the back of the car and I finally realised I was completely happy.

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My best friend


He isn't a person a human nor dog, he's a horse.
A coat black and white, a tri-colored mane, kind sweet stubborn eyes.
He's pretty stubborn at times but I love him.
I love him so much that I would die for him.

He's the best thing that has ever happened to me.
Even though he isn't legally my horse, I like to think of it that way.
When I'm feeling down, I go straight to him.
And if I don't have access to him, I look at one of his pictures and it always makes me feel better.

He makes me who I am today.
If something were to happen to him, I don't think I would be able to live any more.
My life would be filled with sadness and no dreams.

This is truly how much I love him.

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The Worst Day Camp Ever

by Bella
(Groveport , Ohio, U.S.A.)

I had just gotten my first horse, Essa. She was a huge draft and was hard to control. This was my first day camp as well and I didn't know much about horses at the time...

My instructor, Jordan, was trying to make up a performance for us to do at the end of the camp week. Essa hated other mares and would do anything to get away from them, including take off and run herself into a barn with me on her back... She tried to roll with me on her back three times and one of those times was in the middle of horse camp.

After a long day we were trying to go through the performance one last time before going home.
I was letting Essa eat some grass (I thought she was eating grass) and all of a sudden I heard my friend Katelyn scream and the next thing I knew my horse was lowering toward the ground... My horse had all four legs laying down. I was all most all the way underneath her when I slipped out from under her side... I could feel tears burning my eyes when I looked up and saw my instructor running towards me.

My monstrous mare was having the best time of her life digging holes in the ground with my new saddle. After that we sold Essa and bought the best horse IN THE WORLD - Jack ....

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I wont ever let you go (I found you)

by Skyalr
(South Carolina)


As I walked down the barn to find my sister a new horse, I heard a noise as I walked farther down the aisle. A black horse shied at the sight of me.

My mom caught up with me and I asked if I could get a horse too. "Maybe, what horse would you like Sarah," said my mom in a sweet voice.

I pointed to the horse I wanted. "Would you want a better horse, I mean that horse is scared of its own shadow?" Said the manager in a convincing voice. "No." I said looking at the frightened horse.

My sister came back leading a big bay Thoroughbred stallion. "Samantha, your sister will be getting a horse too," said my mom. The manager went in the black horse's stall and caught her for us, it took a minute to catch her but he did it.

We own a small barn and some pastures. I led the horse into a nice airy stall. She was so scared I felt so bad for her.

The next morning my sister Samantha was already riding her new horse, on the other hand I was trying to get the halter on my new horse. I finally did.

I led her out of the barn and led her down a path near the fields at my house. My sister came cantering past on her horse it scared my horse and she reared and galloped after them, but before she took off I swung onto her back and rode after them.

It was amazing. The wind was in my hair. I was riding for a while till I got a hold of her lead rope. I gave it a tug and within seconds I was at a trot. I fell of when she shied at my sister, in seconds she was gone.

The next day I went outside to do my chores when I saw her run from the field. She came right up to me. I put the bridle on her swung up on her back, and galloped down the field. I rode her for hours when my sister came on her thoroughbred she named Cobalt.

Then I remembered, I haven't named my filly. I told the filly your name is going to be...

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Will I win?

by Alice
(USA)

Alex tightened the girth on Snow Boots, her 12 year old welsh section c pony. Miss Sahara. her awesome riding instructor gave her a leg up and told her to walk over to the course list. "So, that diagonal to the outside line and then that bending line?" Alex asked. Miss Sahara nodded. Alex trotted into the ring with confidence and kicked Snowy slightly.

Snowy burst into a canter and flew toward the first jump jumping way to big and causing Alex to fall off. Alex stood up painfully and dusted off her jacket. Snowy was not flying around the ring like most of the horses did when their riders fell off, she was standing quietly waiting for Alex to get back on. Alex sighed and walked out of the ring. Miss Sahara patted Snowy and gave Alex a hug.

"Its alright Alexa, You just jumped big that's all!" She brushed off Snowy and Alex got back on.

"All riders for Intermediate Hunter Rider over fences course B please check in at the gate!" The announcer boomed. Alex trotted Snowy over to the gate and signed in. She trotted Snowy in the ring and and again cantered toward the fence. She jumped the course well, but not well enough for the judge. She got a sixth in the class.Miss. Sahara sighed and told her.

"Green is the prettiest color on the ribbon list!" She said, "You did your personal best so why not say you won a ribbon? Imagine it, Flowing and long, colored with the colors red blue and yellow, Shining and golden, and beautiful." Alex smiled and nodded patting Snowy and holding the long ribbon in her hand.

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Nikki's Story

by Erika
(Coaldale, Alberta, Canada)

Nikki's Story

Nikki's Story

I spoon a bite of strawberries into my mouth and swallow hard.

The girl across from me waits with eyebrows raised. "So?" she says. "What's your horse's name?"

I look at her and answer softly. "His name is Breton." I answer and look her in the eye. She looks away and snickers to her friends, then turns back to me.

"Oh, Breton." she says laughingly. "We all know Breton. That fat, overgrown monster!" I glare at her.

"Umm-hmm, like you've been here before" I retort.

As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I regret them because the girl looks like she is so happy at my sentence.

"In fact, I have." she says with a flip of blond hair. I look down at my plate, my face burning.

After the meeting yesterday, I thought I would do fine. I had seen this girl and her friends staring at me, but all people are curious at new camps, right?

WRONG. This girl, it seemed, was set on humiliating me as much as possible.

"So long, NIKKI," The girl says as if we are besties. I glare at her and her friends when the petite girl beside her says, "Nice going, Ashley."

So. Nice to meet you, Ashley. I had a fantastic time-the whole 2 seconds of our encounter. The encounter I had no wish to repeat. Or did I? If I did, the encounter would be different-the next time, I would win.

Ashley 1, Nikki 0.

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~ An Adventurous Vacation ~

by Katniss

Photo credit: klausPeter via I'd Pin That

Photo credit: klausPeter via I'd Pin That

"Well, girls, here we are!" Dad announced. My 3 sisters and I peered out the van windows. We had just pulled up into our very own camping site. A small log cabin sat right ahead of us and it was hidden all around by tall fir trees. Mom twisted around in the passenger seat to look at us girls.
"Start packing stuff into the cabin girls." She said, smiling.

"When will we go trail riding?" Thirteen-year-old Sara asked excitedly.

"Tomorrow in the morning. " Dad ruffled his brown hair, making him look like he had just woke up.

"Yippeeee!" Squealed 12-year-old Kim.

"Oh I can hardly wait!!" 15-year-old Eliza, my twin, clapped her hands.

"Me too. " Sara grinned.

"Well, Celia, " Mom began, looking at me. "Aren't you excited?"

"So excited I can't even tell you how excited I am. A trail ride through the mountains... I wonder if we'll see the wild horses you said lived out here?" I asked.

"Oh maybe. I guess we'll find out tomorrow." Replied Mom.

I sat up in bed and rubbed my eyes sleepily. The one room cabin was dark and quiet, except for the sound of my families' steady breathing. I sat very still, listening for the noise I thought I had heard in my dream. Then I heard it. The sound of a horse whinnying far away in the mountains. I smiled and fell back on my pillow.

I gasped in awe at the majestic mount I was going to be riding all day. She was a 6 year old white Arabian. I turned to the young groom who was just finishing up saddling the mare.

"What is her name?" I asked. The groom grinned at me.

"Angelica. But I've nicknamed her Angel. " he said. He was handsome and his blue eyes twinkled at me. He couldn't be more than 19 years old. I blushed.

"Well she's a beauty." I said, trying not to sound so flustered over how handsome the groom was.

"She sure is. " he whistled as he stalked off to the stable. I turned back to the mare and looked into her gorgeous eyes.

"Hi Angel. I'm Celia Januarson. And I like you. " I whispered to her. Angel bobbed her head up and down. I smiled.

"Wow! Quite the view up here isn't it?" Dad remarked. We were having a dinner picnic on top of a mountain.

"It sure is." Mom agreed. Suddenly Dad's phone rang.

"Hello?.... Yes..... No.... Oh I'm sorry ... Okay...... Okay we'll be down as soon as we can ... Yep.. By. " he turned his phone off and shoved it back in his pocket.

"Who was that?" Kim asked.

"The owner of the stables. He says the horses got mixed up and mom and I are riding a rich fellows horses. The rich guy came to the stables and wants his two mares right now. So the stable owner wants us to bring the mares back down to the ranch."

Dad stood up and brushed off his jeans.

"Will the owner get us two stable horses?" Mom asked as she packed up the food into a bag.

"Yep, I guess he just hired a young groom not more than a week ago so it's the kids fault we got the wrong animals. And the rich guy is fuming because his expensive show horses are on top of a mountain. " Dad chuckled.

"So we all have to go back?" I asked in disappointment. I had always wanted to go on a trail ride through the mountains and we had only rode for about 2 hours, instead of all day like we had planned.

Dad looked at Mom.

"I guess the girls don't have to come back with us. They could stay here and ride around the mountain top until we come back. " he said. Mom nodded.

"Sure, Jim. But could you give them your hunting gun? Who knows what kind of wild beasts are out here."

Dad smiled at us girls.
"Do you want to stay here?"

"Oh yes!!" All 4 of us exclaimed.

"Alright," he said handing me the rifle. "Celia, you can shoot the best so you're in charge of my gun. I was hoping to get a big moose or something but I guess that's out of the question right now." he said to me. I took the gun and held it firmly. I was the only girl in the family that was as thrilled about hunting as my Dad was. I had been on several deer hunting trips with him and it had been so fun.

"Okay.. Be safe, don't ride off too far from here. Celia, don't shoot anybody. Always stick together, girls. Eliza, text me if you girls need anything. Sara, please don't ride like your being chased by outlaws. And don't get lost, okay Kim?" Mom rattled off instructions as she hugged each one of us.

"By!!!" "By!!" We all called as Dad and Mom rode away.

"Let's explore this mountain. " Eliza suggested half an hour later. So that's what we did. The mountain was much bigger than I had thought. We were riding around when our horses began to suddenly act strange. They didn't want to go into an area that was thick with trees.

" What's wrong Angel?" I tried to calm my terrified horse. Angel tossed her head.

"Stand still Pearl! Don't rear!!" Sara was trying desperately to keep the palomino under control.

"Destiny is acting strange too." Eliza said from on top of her paint.

"So is Aurora." Kim grumbled as she gripped tightly onto the bay's reigns.

"Let's get out of here. They're really worked up over something. " I said. We turned our horses around and started for the spot where we had picnicked when suddenly there was a piercing whinny from behind us. We all stopped our horses and spun around to look at the trees.

Just then a wild horse burst into the clearing. He came to a halt and stared at us. Seven wild mares came out of the trees to stand beside him. The stud reared up and pawed the air. Then he dropped to the ground and with his mares, they raced paced us and out of sight.

"Wow." I said.

"The first wild horses we've seen!" Kim exclaimed.

"Their beautiful." Eliza whispered.

"Ya." Agreed Sara. Suddenly, Angel bolted after the wild horses. It caught me off guard but I managed to stay in the saddle.

"Whoo! Angel!!! Whoooo!!!" I yelled. I pulled back on the reigns but she didn't stop. She just kept racing after the mustangs. I could hear horses racing behind us.

"Hold on!!!" Eliza's voice screamed after us. I gripped the reigns and hopped Angel would slow down. She was running full out.

"Whooo!!!" I yelled. Up ahead was a small stream. I prepared myself to jump over it with Angel.

But... just before the flowing water, Angel came to a sudden halt. I flew up over her head and landed on the other side of the stream.

"Ooww." I grimaced as I sat up. I had landed on a clump of rocks and a sharp pain pierced through my left arm. My head felt dizzy. I opened my eyes and saw stars. I squeezed my eyes closed.

"Celia! Are you hurt?" Eliza's voice came right beside me. I snapped my eyes open and saw my 3 sisters kneeling or squatting around me.

"I'll be alright ." I shook my head to clear it. Kim gasped.

"Celia! You have a black eye and your arm is swollen!" She exclaimed. I sighed.

"Oh great." I mumbled. Sara suddenly let out a scream.

" Bears!!! She shrieked, pointing off in the direction we had just come from. Charging towards us were 2 large black bears.

"Oh crap!!" Eliza freaked out. We scrambled up from the ground. My head spun but I ignored it. The bears were getting closer and the sound of them growling madly could now be heard.

"Get onto your horses!!" I ordered my sisters. We jumped across the stream and went to grab our horses when suddenly Destiny, Pearl, and Aurora all took off, racing away from the bears. Angel stood still next to me.

"Come back here!!" Sara and Kim screamed.

"Come on get onto Angel!" Eliza said. Kim and Sara scrambled up. Then Eliza and then me... There wasn't much room to put my butt. Angel took off at a fast paced gallop. The...

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Thunder

by Ris
(Indiana)


The day was soon ending, but not for Lissa Walker. As she headed toward the barn to finish her chores after getting a drink of water, a black SUV lumbered into the driveway. It didn't look like any of the neighbors, so she stopped and shielded her eyes with her hand to block out the sun.

A younger man, probably in his late 20s, stepped out of the SUV. She waved and stood still there. Her dad probably saw the SUV already cause she heard the screen door open behind her. The young man walked up to her and nodded.

"When Walker live here?" he asked without introducing himself.

"Um, yes sir, I think he's coming out now..." Lissa said cautiously. "I'll go get him." Lissa turned and ran up to the house just as Dad came out.

"Dad! Someone's here we don't know. Think he's just lost? He knew your name, though." Lissa's brow scrunched in confusion as she thought it out. He couldn't be lost if he knew Dad's name.
Her dad walked down the steps toward the man and called out, "Can I help, ya?"

The young man nodded and moved closer toward Dad and said, "I'm here for When Walker. Are you When?" He continued when When nodded. "I'm here on account for the-" he looked toward Lissa sitting on the porch rail and said, "I'm not sure if you want your daughter to hear this, sir."

When nodded and motioned Lissa to go to the barn. She hopped up and ran to the barn. After she went in, the man continued. He yanked a wallet out of his back pocket and flipped it open. He held it up and said, "I was saying, I'm here on account for the FBI. Your house has been reported for hidden guns and I'm here to check it out."

When frowned in confusion and said, "I do build my own guns but I've never dealt them out or anything. You see, sir, me, my wife, and daughter live here and we live off the land. I barely know anyone except a few close neighbors. Who reported this?"

The young shook his head as he told When he couldn't reveal that information to him.
"But I haven't done anything!" When said. "Ask everyone I know. Everyone knows me as an honest, loyal man."

The young man shook his head again. "Because you have said all this, I must arrest you and bring you in for testing. I'm sorry, sir, but it's the law."

He took a pair of handcuffs off his belt and started to try to handcuff When.

"No! You can't do this. I haven't done anything wrong!" The young man quickly snapped the handcuffs on and pushed him toward the dark SUV. He opened the door and shoved When in.

Suddenly Lissa heard a car door slam from in the barn and she rushed out to see the young man quickly shut the back door of his SUV and jump into the driver's seat. He roared the SUV to life and spun gravel as he backed out. Lissa thought that maybe her dad went back into the house. She ran inside and looked around. Her mom was out in town buying their monthly bulk groceries - flour, sugar, gas fuel. Her dad wasn't inside the house and she ran back out to the barn. Not there, either! Then she realized in panic that the young man had taken her father away!

She went to her horse, Thunder, and opened his stall door. She snapped a lead rope on is halter and tied the other end of the lead rope to the other side of his halter. She quickly wrote a note and stuck it on the bin where the oats were. Her mom would see it there. She jumped up on him and raced out of the barn, toward where the dark SUV had kicked up dust and spun gravel. She had to save her dad!

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Dream

by Violet

Dream

Dream

Part One

"Dream," called my mother, "wake up."

"I'm awake, Momma".

"Good, because I have to go to a horse show today."

"Where am I gonna go?"

"You are gonna stay here."

My momma went to the horse show with her rider Katelyn.

My mom and Katelyn were flying across a bunch of 2' and 3' jumps. They were taking way too much time so Katelyn put her into a canter. Momma sped up right before 4' jump and she reared and Katelyn was thrown across the ring. Nurses and Doctors rushed over to Katelyn.

I was in my stall at the time. Katelyn's mom was right outside my stall when she got a phone call.

"Hello?"

"Hi. Katelyn was thrown off her horse and now she has a concussion."

"Okay, then her horse ought to be put down. Goodbye."

That meant my Mom was gonna be put down! One of the grooms came to my stall and put me in a meadow. I was only 3 months old but I knew my Mom was in danger. I went to the end of the meadow, turned around, ran, and jumped right over the fence.

Part Two

Then, I was running. Not very fast, but I was running. I knew where my Mommy was, well I thought so. I was really confused.

I suddenly slowed down at the sight of another fence. Well, I jumped over one before, I can just jump over it again; right? Wait... This one is a lot taller than the last one. And on the other side of this one, is a, WAIT, WHAT?!? A VET, checking a cow's leg. This isn't good at all! What do I do? She had to have seen me! Tun around and run? No, then she'd see me. Stay there? No, she'd come to me.

Dig... A whinny! My Mommy's whinny!

"Mommy!"

"Baby! Get out of here before she gets you too! You're in the meadow where the sick animals are! Any horse or cow that is in there is supposed to go to the vet! Leave now before its' too late!"

"Mommy, I can't leave you! I just got here! I need to help you!"

"No, honey leave, quick! She's coming!"

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Buddy & Buddy - The Short Story

by Aspen
(WY, USA)

Buddy the 2nd

Buddy the 2nd

This is the first part, it tells a cute story. You can find parts 2 to 6 in the comments section.

Buddy & Buddy were two young untamed stallions. Buddy the 2nd was the wild one. He was the one to get in trouble, was the one to take name and leave you in the dirt. He would want to fight any stallion old or young and would run side-to-side challenging the older stallion for a fight. If only he knew what was ahead...

Buddy the 2nd was about 2 1/2 maybe 3. He was an adult but he didn't know that. He ran wild and chased the wind not worrying about one thing. One day his mother called him to the herd.

"Buddy..." She said in a kind voice
"What is it mother?"
His mother Annabelle smiled. There is a stallion from far away. I said he could come and meet my little boy and me." She whinnied.

"What is his name and where is he from?"

"His name is Tom & he came from Australia, and..." Annabelle said but got cut off by Buddy.

"Wait a minute! You aren't going to let him live here? In our herd... are you?"

"Yes son. He has a son, about you're age whose name is going to shock you." Annabelle smiled shortly.

Buddy looked at her. "Buddy is also his name. He 1 1/2 years old and needs a good home." Annabelle told her son.

Parts 2 to 6 are in the comments section! Feel free to comment!

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To my best friend, the horse I ride

by Heartbeat for horses


Dreaming high
Reaching the sky
I know you wouldn't ever lie
Happy till morning is night

You're my best friend
I love every moment I spend
Your kind eyes
Make me want to dance

Your gentle eyes
Your gentle heart
Never let us be apart

I love you to the moon and back
Together we are one
You're my soul mate
You're my heart
You're my life

Thank you
Thank you for always being there
Thank you for being my best friend.


I love you peppy. Without you my heart would be broken and my soul would not be pure. Thanks for being my BFF.


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Pure as Hope

by Kayla
(Alabama)

Lily

Lily

As I grew older, I began to notice that everything around me that I saw and felt was tainted with distrust, fear, or doubt. I wanted to find something that was undeniably pure and riddled with happiness or even hope. My search wasn’t extremely successful until I was the age of 12.

At twelve years old, people began to tell me I was wise beyond my years and honestly I was, but getting there was not easy. It was in fact very painful. 

As a little 6-year old girl, my dad was always yelling at my mom. My mom would weep and I could do nothing, but hug her and listen to her earnestly imploring me to find a good Christian guy who would cherish, love, and adore me for everything I was.

When I turned 10, I began to doubt true love or even love existed among the world. My theory was true for me especially when my parents fought through a nasty custody battle after the divorce.

My wariness to love only grew until the day I met Hope. I was tagging along with Chris. Chris was a 13-year old guy who loved horses with all his heart and I was his best friend. We had known each other since I was 5 years old and he was 6. Chris had always been there with me, and for me. I knew his flaws and he knew mine and that only made us better friends.

Chris was determined to find a horse that he could love and ride western with for the rest of his life. Chris was also determined to make me love horses as much as him, so one day after school he took me by the arm and dragged me all the way to a horse auction only a mile away.

There was no way Chris could even think about affording a horse, but he always said it never hurt to dream. So there I was inside Chris's dream, watching him as he examined each and every horse. 

"Bekah, if I were to have a horse it would be that Arabian/Pinto Cross or that Quarter horse." Chris said pointing to the horses as he spoke.

"No, if you were to have a horse it would have to be the Pinto/Arabian and you would name her Lily and she would serve you until death."

"You can't possibly know that from just looking at her." Chris replied.

"Sure you can! Look at her eyes, they have seen stuff. She’s been beaten. Her lip is permanently hanging down. You should know this," I bumped Chris with my shoulder, "but, she's happy and she still hopes to find a good western rider like yourself. She would do anything for you, kid."

"I'm not the kid, you are. Also because her lip is hanging down that means that realistically she could jerk and totally not be worth the buy.” 

"That's what they all say, Chris." I answered laughing, but was completely serious even as I said this. I know that mare was pure with hope.

That was the day, May 26, 2003, that I learned to see hope in the smallest things such as rocks, trees, and horse. And because of a simple Pinto/Arabian Cross, I began to heal from the inside out.  

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A Haunting Past

by Crystal Diamond

Photo credit: Kapa65 via I'd Pin That

Photo credit: Kapa65 via I'd Pin That

One fall. One mistake. One consequence. I had died inside when that day happened. I was finished. With horses, life, everything. If you just gazed at me you would think I was a happy fifteen year old, but if you looked deep into my eyes, you would realize something was wrong. Every time I laughed, the light wouldn't come into my eyes.

Every nice comment seemed real at first, but slowly, you would realize I was forcing out my kind words. Who would bring me back to life? who would realize I need help?

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I was sitting in the car, watching my mom as she was talking to a man at a boarding facility for horses. Sighing, I looked down at my hands. Tears were threatening to spill over my face. When I looked up again, the man my mom was talking to was looking at me. He then looked down at my mom and nodded, walking away.

My mom quickly went back to the car, knocking on my window. Without looking at her, I pressed the button to let the window down. "What?" I asked quietly. My mother seemed uncomfortable. Good. She should be. I never wanted to ride another horse in my life. It was her fault that she decided it would be good for me to ride again.

"You're enrolled, Catherine." My mom said quietly.

I took a moment to compose myself before I got out of the car. Might as well give some mercy to her. Never said I had to actually *ride*.

Walking up to the facility, I could easily see it was a nice boarding house. There were warm hues everywhere and there was a nice smell about the place (which is hard to understand). Walking up to a stall, I saw a beautiful mare, obviously pregnant.

My mom's gentle hands pushed me slightly to keep walking. I was lead to an office where that man was. Looking down, I shook his hand firmly.

"I'm glad you decided to join," the man said in a bright voice. I wanted to roll my eyes.

I nodded, not knowing what else to do. There was a slight uncomfortableness in the atmosphere. I could feel my cheeks start burning up.

"Well! I'll uh..show you to your horse." The man said. My mom must have thought this was a good time to leave, because next thing I knew, she was kissing my forehead, telling me to have a great time. And then she was gone. Leaving me. Alone. With this man. Alone.

Walking ahead of me, the man said, "I'm Tyler. I own this place. And your name is Catherine?"

I cringed. "Cat," I said quietly.

"What?" Tyler said, confusion clear on his face.

"My name. It's Cat. Only my mom calls me by my full name."

"Oh.."

Oh, no. The uncomfortableness again. Quickly my mind thought about a few words and I blurted out, "How old are you?" My eyes grew wide as Tyler stopped walking to look at me. Sure, he was young-looking, but not young enough for me to ask that question! My blush grew stronger.

"Eh..I mean-I don't-umm..never mind..." I mumbled.

Tyler laughed, his blue eyes bright. "I'm thirty-nine."

My jaw hit the ground. Thirty-nine?! What the?!

Tyler laughed again. "Old, right?"

I laughed a little.

"Anyway. Here's your horse!" Tyler said, pointing to a beautiful horse in a stall.

My breath was knocked out of my lungs. She was mine? I almost squealed. Almost. But then...

"Thanks.." I said in a dead tone.

Three girls walked by, in riding gear.

The blonde spoke first. "You're lucky you know. Best horse we have."

I looked her over. Seemed nice enough.

Then the red head spoke, "I'm jealous for sure. Take good care of Splitter, K?"

"Splitter?" I asked.

Then the dirty blonde answered my question, "She was spilt from her mother at birth because her mother rejected her. And from then on, she was called Splitter. Nice horse. Just not.. me, if you know what I mean." Then she winked at me.

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Continuation coming!

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Rainbow Horseshoes vs Smokey Claws

by Jordan
(USA)


Note: I do not own a horse so my writing may be a bit behind.

Characters (The Good)

Lexiana: So.....I made that name up (I like it!) She is the "leader" of the Rainbow Horseshoes (a club)

Mariana: Made that name up too! Little sister of Lexiana. Owns a skewbald unicorn named Coconut or Coco

Wings of Color: A beautiful rainbow-colored "Unipeg". Wings as a nickname. The main character who is NOT in the Rainbow Horseshoes, yet, can also shape-shift.

Rainbow: Well, this is a group. Each magic horse is a unique color. Ruby (red), Tango (orange), Daisy (yellow), Fern (green), Skye (blue), and Plum (purple)

Characters (The Bad)

Regina: Leader of Smokey Claws. Means queen. Sounds a bit mean so I used it as a bad guy.

Azriel's: Again, a group. They are cats. They are: Azrielle, Azriella, Azrielina, Azriela, and Azrielica.

Part One

Hi, my name is Wings of Color but you can call me Wings. I am not part of the Rainbow Horseshoes... although I am preparing to. There's also the Smokey Claws. **Shudder** They are BAD!

Hmmm... if I appear like this, will the other horses there be jealous at my astonishing rainbow color? Now let me shape-shift into a dapple grey horse. **Whirl** Ta da! Hmmm... my dapples look like dew. Hey, I shall name myself Just Dew It!

Alright, I'm on my (short) journey to the place where the Rainbow Horseshoes (also called the Rain Horses) are. Soon, I arrive. I trot proudly over to Lexiana, called Lexi for short. I try to raise my legs up higher and higher with each step. I ignore the Rain Horses' odd look at me.

When I am near Lexi, I say, er yell, "HELLO LEXIANA! YOU TOO MARI! MY NAME IS JUST DEW IT, SPELLED AS DEW AS IN D-E-W!!"

"Whoa, you look like a nice cute horse but you are not magical, and we accept magical horses only. Sorry, but you are not accepted."

I groan. I wonder if I should tell Lexi and Mari that I am magical, or not. No is my answer so I walk back slowly.

Part Two

I was walking back to my place in the woods when, CRASH! Ruby came in, sweating like she ran an extra long marathon. I hurried over to a bush super duper near the clearing they were in and morphed into a playful, young, rabbit.

Ruby eyed the other horses and said angrily in her signature angry voice,"AS YOU ALREADY KNOW, ME AND TANGO WERE TAKING A WALK. THEN WE---"

"Calm down and speak quietly. We cannot understand you, if you are rushing so fast." Skye and Fern said in unison. Everybody just calls them Unison.

The bright red ponycorn swept her eyes around the measly crowd of ponycorns, Lexi, and Mari. She took one, two, three ginormous sighs and said, "We found Regina on the way and we realized we were dangerously close to their HQ. You know Tango is bold, so she charged at Regina, and, and, annnnddddddd... Regina captured her!"

Silence, silence, silence. That was the reaction Ruby got, along with the speechless, petrified, stares of everybody, of course. I too, was spellbound.

Finally, a minute later, which was like a GAZILLION years, Plum broke the silence, "Well, I think you should have not gone there at all. I always thought Tango was smart with what she did, well, not now. Period." We could see Ruby was furious now.

Silence, again.

This time, Daisy broke the silence, "Oh don't worry, Plum always doesn't warm up that fast. But you know she is very nice, if she is warm currently."

Then as they chatted on, I learned about their personalities. Ruby gets angry easily. Tango is Bold. Daisy is a chipper pony. Fern and Skye are both super calm and always go with the flow. And Plum, if she isn't warmed up inside, she is grouchy, and if she is warm she is nice.

I quickly go back to where I like to stay. It was, by my expert picking, perfect. It had lots of sweet grass, is roomy, and is close to the Rain Horses. Then, something gallops it's way in my head.

Part Three

I had an idea--it was to go free Tango myself. It's doing a good deed and I can probably get a place in the Rain Horses!

I think about what to transform into. A bald eagle! Well, it's a good idea, because turning into something like a kitten wouldn't still let me FLLYYYY!!!!!!

*Transforming into bald eagle*

So I go on, totally satisfied with my choice.

Soon after, I am very tired and hungry. So I go perch in a tree. I rest for EXACTLY 7 minutes and I look down. There is a river and I see a fish. Boy, am I glad I have good eyesight as an eagle.

I swooooop down, in true eagle fashion, and get the fish.

I enjoy my absolutely spectacular dinner and fly to a different tree.

Wait, it is night time! Wow, that was fast. Maybe I should try to fix my totally slow speed in flying. Oh well, try better next time.

I am very sleepy so I close my eyes and imagine me saving Tango. Soon I go to ssll...eeee...pp.

Author's Note: Is this lame? "Improving comments" are allowed. I would like to know what you think so far. Thanks!

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Sad Horse Story....The story of Dance Away

by Taylor
(Kentucky USA)

Dance Away Forever Dance Away

Dance Away Forever Dance Away

Dance Away was a very beautiful bright Chestnut racing horse. He was the great Secretariat's 6th son. He was a very good horse. He would beat the other horses by about 6 lengths. He had raced against Sham, Ruffian, Go For Wand,etc. He was very fast. His owners loved him so much.

He started racing at about 2. He could go the distance to win and had the right speed and stamina. He raced until that fatal day. He was acting very strange that day. His walk and trot was off by a lot and his neck and back were making weird noises.

His jockey and owners didn't want to race him but they had to because too many had already been scratched out of the race. The owners were scared yet anxious. His jockey walked him to the gate and he walked in and stood breathing heavily.The gates flung open and Dance Away didn't want to run but he had to.His sides were going way to fast and his legs began hurting.He slowed down and pulled to the side.


Dance Away stood rearing up and his eyes big with fear.His jockey looked down at his legs and then knew. 2 of them were literally broken right into. His left front one and right back one. He stood for a second then collapsed to the ground and laid as his jockey quickly removed his saddle and bridle. He just laid. An ambulance came and he was loaded up and taken to a hospital. They treated his wounds and then put a bandage on them.

After almost 2 years in care,he was able to walk again. He would never be able to race again though. His owners were ashamed at him and sold him to the slaughterhouse after getting a new 3 yr old Seattle Slew colt. Dance Away was put in a tiny tiny tiny corral and was hosed down then led into a tiny shoot were he stood as a man held something to his head.

Dance Away suddenly collapsed and laid there looking around then closed his eyes slowly and then passed away.

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The story I got Rosey

by Kaylynn
(Louisiana, USA)

When I was just starting to like horses, for my birthday I got a leopard appaloosa. She was six and fat. She rode good.

Then a couple months later she got fatter and moody. Then one morning, I woke up and went check on her. Then all of a sudden in the stall I saw a red flash. There was a foal. She was red and had a white butt, blaze, and four stocking.

I named her Rosey. :)

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The Mystery of The Stolen Horses

by Ashleigh
(New Zealand)


Gracefully the stallion gallops across the beach, sweat glistening off his cherry bay neck. His hooves pound into the soft, wet sand as he lengthens his stride to match the dappled grey mare. The sun shines through the miserable grey clouds down onto them as tiny splashes of nippy sea water rise to meet the horses bellies. Sand rushes below their hooves like they’re in a race car going 200 kilometres per hour.

“Come on Abby! I’m going to get to the Fish n’ Chips first if you don’t hurry up!” Sasha calls out to me from the dappled grey rump of her horse Marley.

“I’m coming, I’m coming. I thought this wasn’t supposed to be a race,” I mumble to myself.

I gently kick on my Kaimanawa stallion Sunchaser. He dramatically accelerates his pace and within a few seconds, we are about five horse lengths in front of Sasha and Marley. My long dark brown hair gently slashes across my olive coloured face as I laugh out loud.

I heave on Sunchaser’s plush black leather reins to bring him back from a flat-out gallop to a slow canter. Dismounting, I lead him over to the array of fruits, sandwiches and of course, mouth watering Fish n’ Chips, set out on a faded red and white tartan rug next to Sharon, my beautiful Mother.

“How was your gallop?”

“Great! I managed to get Sunchaser to do a flying change!” I reply excitedly.

“Well done! But before you can eat anything, can you please go and tie up Sunchaser and Marley? I don’t think the horses would like it much if you started to eat apples right in front of their face.”

“Sure thing,” I agree, as Sasha and Marley trot in behind me.

We lead our sweating horses to the top of the frost covered sand dunes where some old Pohutukawa trees proudly stand and tie the horses to the branches. As we stumble our way back down, I hear Sunchaser scream.

“He must be wondering why we left him,” I think to myself. I plonk down on the rug and dig in, but as I started eating, I hear another scream, this time from Marley. I try to glance up at the sand dune to see what is making them scream but all I can see is sand.

“Why do they keep neighing?” Sasha wonders out loud.

“They've probably just heard another horse,” I say.

“If you say so,” Sasha replies hesitantly.

After we finish our lunch, Sasha and I climb back up the sand dunes to get Sunchaser and Marley so we can go for another ride, but as we clamber up the sand dune, something doesn’t feel right. The horses aren’t calling out to us like they usually do. Reaching the top, we discover why there is no calling out... they aren’t there…

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More Than A Horse

by Caroline
(Illinios)

Cloud

Cloud

We were driving into the dusty, rocky driveway of Greenwood Farm. Horses were following the car with their eyes, neighing. Horses of black, chestnut, bay and pinto were lining the stalls of the big main barn that was connected to a huge indoor arena and cozy club room.

"You must be Ally!" A lady with hazel brown hair put into a ponytail, shook my hand. "My name is Mrs. Hailey. The owner of Greenwood Farm! It's beautiful here isn't it?" I nod and smile. " Today you are riding... Cloud! I'll show you where he is."

Mrs. Hailey shows me where Cloud is. He's a gorgeous white gelding. Tall and proud. I could tell he was a Warmblood. Muscly and strong.

Mrs. Hailey cleaned and tacked him up for me. I strapped on my helmet, and mounted Cloud. He was a lot taller when you were on him then on the ground. I grabbed a big chunk of his mane and started to pet his strong neck. "He's a big one huh?" Mrs. Hailey asks me from down below. I nod and tighten the reins.

"I checked his girth and its nice and tight and the stirrups should be good." She reassures me. I smile and squeeze the gelding's sides to walk onto the rail. I was worried about the distance from the saddle to the ground. If I fall it'll feel like skydiving from a horse! I take a deep breath and tighten the reins in my hands and Mrs. Hailey tells me to trot.

I squeeze Cloud in the sides again and he starts a smooth, big-strided trot. 20 minutes later she tells me to walk and then canter. I kick Cloud hard with my left leg and he drops his head, then canters. His mane is flying and it's amazingly comfortable. "Gorgeous!"

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Samantha's dream horse

by Crazyhorselover
(Canada)

I stared at the wild Appaloosa horse that was galloping across the meadow. Suddenly it turned toward me. Then I was awoken from the dream I've been having. "Time to get up Samantha!"

"Okay!" I said as I got out of bed and put my horse t-shirt and jeans on. Then I looked at my bedroom full of horse posters and ribbons I've won at horse camp.

I love horses and have always wanted one. my parents told me maybe sometime. I looked outside to see if there was a pony or horse in my backyard but there wasn't so I went downstairs to have breakfast. After that I went outside to go to my friend Emma's. She had a horse named Sailor. He was a chestnut with a blaze he was pretty.

Emma loved horses as well. "Hi Emma!" I said as I walked over to her in the paddock were she was with Sailor. "Hi Samantha"! "Want to ride Sailor?" "Okay"! We put a halter on sailor and walked him to a cross tie where we groomed him tacked him up and both got on him.

We rode through the woods and as I we were riding I saw a flash of sorrel and white spots go by. It was the horse from my dream! "Did you see that?" I asked Emma. "See what?"

"I thought I saw something."

"Oh, it must be a coyote or something," said Emma. "Let's go home."

Okay I said and Emma urged Sailor into a canter. I went home and hugged my parents. Did you have fun today? My Mommy and Daddy asked. Yes! Then I had dinner and went to bed.

I had the same horse dream again! When I woke up I put on a horse covered tank top that says I ❤️Horses! On With jeans.

My parents smiled at me when I came down for breakfast and said we're going to buy you a horse! I ran to them and hugged them and said thank-you!

They told me that they were taking me to a wild horse auction and that I could pick a horse out! I would have to test ride the horse so I put my hair in a braid and got changed into my jodhpurs, turquoise polo t-shirt and riding boots I also brought along my helmet.

Then we took an old trailer of ours and drove to the wild horse auction. There I rode a Shetland pony mare, Thoroughbred stallion, dapple gray mare and a chestnut gelding. the man at the auction said there was one horse left. an Appaloosa. I went to see it and there was the horse I dreamed about! The man said he was just caught.

I told my parents about the dream and I test rode him he was great! "I guess he really is the horse of my dreams!" I said.

We bought him and named him Roy and then they lived horsie-ly ever after. The End. 🐴❤️

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Salt 'n Pepper

by Elisabeth

Photo credit: 387310 via I'd Pin That

Photo credit: 387310 via I'd Pin That

Dear Katie,
You’ll never guess what awesome thing happened! I have just been given an adorable Appaloosa colt!! He is so sweet! I named him Pepper because he’s white with little black spots. Pepper has a coal-black nose, also his mane and tail are basically the same colors as his body.
I found Pepper online. He was super cheap... 200 bucks. Getting Pepper is the most amazing thing that has happened to me in a long time! The website said he is only halter broke. So, he’s going to need A LOT of training before I can do anything with him.
I asked my parents (with a lot of begging, lol) if I could have a horse, pony, ect. They said simply, "If you you find an awesome, reasonably priced horse, then we’ll buy it."
I pretty much knew my mom would say yes. Before she got married my mom lived on her parent's cattle and horse farm. I plan to keep Pepper at Sunnyside Ranch, which is my grandparent’s horse farm. Sunnyside Ranch is about 5 minute away when riding a bike. I won’t even have to buy anything!
I have to learn to be responsible with Pepper. My parents declared that I am to work at the ranch 1 hour each day and 3 to 4 hours on weekends! Actually, the more horse time I get the better... Trust me, I’ll be at that place a lot longer than a few hours. Write me soon!
Lily

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Horse Questions Anyone?

by AHorseLovingGirl4ever
(U.S.)


Here is the place to ask any question you have about horses! Just leave your question below! I will try to answer them the best that I can! If you don't have a question, feel free to answer someone else's!

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Dusty Road Ranch

by Claudiahorselovr


Part One

"So... on Monday morning? I'll be there from 8 doing chores. You know Duchess loves to fuss over in the morning!" I say.

Cheryl smiles at me, clutching her books. "Sure! My Dad'll bring Ace in the trailer. See you at about 10am?" She says.

"'Course. See ya, Cheryl!" I say back. The bell lets off a ear splitting ring.

"That's my geography lesson. Bye, Nate." I just smile.

Hasn't she picked up I know her lesson timetable from heart? I wave at her and head to Maths. So there. I made a sorta date with my crush. I finally plucked up the courage to ask her on a trail. I first met her on her first day here.

Bouncy, light brown hair, chestnut eyes, clear skin, pink lips, hourglass shape, looks great in jods and a hoodie, my kind of girl.

I was late for math and I ran into her. Er... bumped into her actually, and knocked into her so hard her books and fell. As I was apologizing, I picked up her folder. "So, you like horses?" I inquire. Obviously. Everything she had had horses on them.

"Yeah, I live horses! You?" She answered.

"Heck yeah!" I laughed. That memory was clear in my mind. That was January. Now, late May, we're pretty good friends. She showed up that weekend at Dusty Road Ranch to ride. Where I work. Turns out she had her own horse, Ace, a lovely, black stallion, with one stocking and a blaze, 16hh.

We rode together in lessons and hung out at the barn but never went on a hack together. I suddenly realize everyone is staring. "Erm... um... 4?" I mumble. Everyone erupts in laughter. My best friend, Shane, slaps his forehead.

"Nathan! Haven't you been listening? The width on a square is the equality..." blah blah blah.

As maths ends, Shane walks up to me. "Nate! What's up? You were in a daze the whole lesson, you idiot!" Shane says with disdain.

"Sorry," I say half-heartedly. "But you won't guess what! I asked Cheryl out!" I whisper.

"You didn't!" Shane grins, his tone changing.

"Okay, so, not a date-date, but I asked her out on a trail!" I fess up.

Shane shrugs. "Good enough" He says. "You and horses, though, Nate. What's so special about a four-legged animal?" He says, shaking his head, and heads off to English.

That's what's different about me and my best friend. He likes Arkman Origins, Batman, I prefer leasing an abused horse. He'll play Uncharted 4, I'll go on a hack. I sigh. Doesn't he realize? At 15, jumping 4 foot is big. I've been riding for 6 years, and for my twelfth birthday, mum and dad gave me Duchess, a 7-year old Palomino mare.

I exhale, blowing my black fringe up. School stinks.

Saturday spins by, with me skidding for my jeans and t-shirt, because I slept in late. 7:45am. I'm supposed to be at the barn by 8:00am. Sunday rolls along, with me going on a quiet hack with Duchess. And then Monday. My sorta date. I look at what to wear. Cool and casual. A tight blue tee and jeans. Don't be overdressed when you plan on jumping over ditches.

I cycle to the ranch and walk to Duchess's stall. "Whats up, baby girl?" I say. I open up the stall and muck out, give her water and feed, and start grooming. "You won't believe what I got you, Duchy! A new red halter and lead rope! Aren't you gonna look snazzy!" I say in baby talk to her.

"WHAT AN IDIOT! TALKS TO HIS HORSE LIKE A MUM TALKS TO HER BABY GIRL!"

I groan. I know who that is. James. "Why don't you mind your business!" I snap. Him and his cronies, Brandon and Connor laugh. As soon as Lily walks by, they are all wolf whistles and attitude.

"What's up, babe? New jeans?"

"You look hot!"

"Chick alert!" They all say.

Lily looks at them and raises her eyebrows. She has blonde hair, big turquoise eyes, and a good figure. But she is really sweet. She walks on.

"What a fox!"

I roll my eyes. "Come on, girl. Let's go. Cheryl won't be here till 10, and you need some exercise."

"Oohh! Who's Cheryl, Romeo!"

I just ignore them, and tack up. I kick off into a canter as soon as I'm onto the plains. I go on and on, the wind blowing my fringe, whipping through my t-shirt. Everything is okay once I'm on Duchess's back.

I have just learnt to gallop. I take a deep breath in, and raise in my stirrups. I hope that I don't fall. And suddenly, I'm galloping.

Part Two

"Oh My Gosh! I'm doing it!" I yell to Duchess. It's a dream. She gallops faster, and suddenly, my feet slipped from the stirrups.

"Dang it!" I fall off Duchess, and the wind is literally knocked out of me. I swear, and feel my elbow. I'm then thinking quick.

"Duchess! Girl! Where are you!" I shout. " Oh man..." I mutter. Not a good start, Nate. I hold my head in my hands, and start panicking.

1. Because my elbow, my butt, and my leg are killing, and I think this is what hell is like,

2. My "so-called date" is in an hour, and I'm far away on a trail, without a horse, and a throbbing leg.

3. My horse has run off, and I have no idea where the heck she is.

"This is bad." I look around the place. It's a field of long grass, and I have no idea how to get to the ranch. I take my phone out of my pocket, and it's not there. Of course. I never ride with my phone. I put my head in my hands, and mutter, "Just shoot me now, seriously," to a butterfly on a flower.

I then hear hooves, and a neigh, and turn around, carefully, because my butt is still trying it's best to make my life a living hell.

"Duchess! Yes! How did you find me!" She trots up to me, and nuzzles me, accidentally touching my elbow.

"Ow... sorry girl, not your fault, stupid Nate just hurt himself..."

She whinnies. I look at the saddle. Here it goes...

One, eternity later... (in Nate's head)...

I'm up in the saddle, whimpering, cause my butt is on a western saddle, which, by the way, isn't like my recliner in my living. Technically, not mine, it's my dad's, but... I use it a lot since he is rarely home, because he works in the military.

I start cantering, heroically trying not to cry. It's already 15 minutes past the time I'm supposed to meet Cheryl when I get to the ranch again.

As I walk into the barn, leading Duchess, I see Cheryl sitting on a bale of hay, rubbing Rex the dog, Mr. and Mrs. Hudson's dog, who own the Ranch.

"Cheryl!" I say. "She looks up, and I see pure delight in her face.

"Nate! I thought you wouldn't show up! Are you ok? You're walking funny. And aren't you left-handed? Why are you leading Duchess with your right hand?"

I sigh, and motion for her to follow me to Duchess's stall. I tell her the whole story. She looks distraught when she thinks I won't ride.

"No way!" I say, when she asks if I want to sit this one out.

"Are you sure? It might hurt. I think you should check your leg and elbow." She says.

I know she's concerned, and that's a good sign, cause it means she likes me enough to be concerned.

"Cheryl, thanks, but no thanks. Let's just go for a gentle hack. Have you got Ace?" I say.

"Course, he's in a stall. I'll tack him up." She answers.

"I'll come, I think Duchess needs a break." I say, trying to show her how caring I am. Plus, Duchess looked exhausted.

Cheryl smiles at me. Another good sign. She's got nice teeth, actually. Nice, white and straight.

We chat while she grooms Ace and tacks him up, me sitting on the barn door. It was uncomfortable but I wanted to look cool.

Finally, we were ready to ride.

Part Three

This has not gone off to a great start. In fact, it really stinks. I did everything wrong. I made awkward conversation, said bad things about James and his cronies, (which makes me look like a gossip) and mentioned my ex. Well done, Nate. Well done. Smooth.

"So, do you have any siblings?" Cheryl asks, after ages of awkward silence.

"Er, no." I say. "You?"

Cheryl laughs. "No, definitely not. I think having siblings are a pain. My boyfriend has siblings, and they are so annoying." She says casually.

There's a deafening roar in my head.

"Boyfriend?" I squeak.

Cheryl smiles dreamily. "His name's Casey. I miss him so much already. I miss Colorado a lot too. " She says sadly.

"Oh, I just thought..." I trail off. Cheryl looks at me closely, and I know this is gonna be embarrassing.

"Nate? You didn't think this was, like, a date, did you?" She questions.

I curse under my breath. "No. Of course not. You're not my type anyway. We get should get back." I say, sharp and coldly. Cheryl looks sad, but I'm just annoyed. That didn't go well.
We say an awkward goodbye at the stables, and she leaves. Leaving me to deal with Brandon poking and teasing me about my date. As if.

Part Four

"I love this one!" My Mum squealed. "It's so pretty! Oh, Nate, everyone will be so jealous of you! Take this one!" Mum said.

I sigh, and wonder did God forget to put a brain in her head, because seriously? I'll look like the 4th of July. Doesn't Mum know? That's a dressing up saddle pad! For parades!

"No. I'm taking the plain beige one." I say firmly. Mum opens her mouth, and I know she's gonna say "think about it" but I beat her to it.

"For sure," I say. I don't need to look a bigger idiot in front of Cheryl. Duchess is really, my only friend right now.

Shane called me earlier this morning to ask if I wanted to go to the beach in 2 hours' time because there was a fun fair and arcade on the boardwalk, and when I said I was gonna go shopping for tack today, Shane just huffed and said, "fine".

I sigh and pull out my saved 3,000 bucks I had been working for at the stable for since I was 12. I choose a saddle, headgear, and some other stuff, and have just enough for some treats for Duchess. I know she's gonna look great at the jumping competition.

James, here comes hurricane Nate. Watch out.

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Lost Pony

by Emily
(Wisconsin)

Photo credit: CherylHolt via I'd Pin That

Photo credit: CherylHolt via I'd Pin That

Taylor Brookes woke up with the sunshine shining right in her face, like always. But right away she realised it was another beautiful day for riding ponies!

Taylor jumped out of bed and threw on blue skinny jean with a bunch of rips in them, with a t-shirt that had a picture of a horse on it. Then she put on her cowgirl boots and ran outside with some treats for her pony.

Her pony's name was Lydia and boy was she adorable. Taylor went into Lydia's paddock and sat down on the bench next to her. She looked at the pony next to her and right away she realised that pony wasn't Lydia, it was a different pony!

Taylor didn't know what the pony's name was. All she knew was that pony wasn't Lydia!!! Who are you? Taylor said knowing the pony didn't understand her. The pony just whinnied at Taylor.

Taylor sighed, she thought about making a sign that said: Missing horse, if found please return. Tears rolled down Taylor's cheek. "I have to do something about this." Taylor said to herself.

She decided to look for clues. She smelled all over the other horse. EWWWW! she said. That smells nothing like me! But I do know someone who does smell like that. Then she noticed the saddle and the last name was Shay. I've got a friend who's name is Riley Shay. I have two people who might be the owner of this pony, and the one who stole my pony.

She went over to Riley's house and rang the doorbell 3 times in a row. Riley answered the door and who was behind her? Zoey Malik. The girl who smelled horrible. You guys took my horse! Taylor scolded. I didn't do any thing Zoey and Riley yelled at the same time. Well then who did? Asked Taylor. You both look very innocent.

"We don't even know what you are talking about, "said Riley. Taylor sighed. "I did it," said a voice. "Ashly Shay!" They all yelled loudly. But your my BFF, said Taylor. I know. I was just a little jealous of your pony, said Ashly. You could have just talked to me, said Taylor.

I know, aid Ashly, I'm sorry. Its okay, said Taylor. They hugged. Friends again.

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Broken

by Hanna
(Ohio, USA)


I'm a crazy horse lover. I mean, if you think you're a bold rider, brave lover, then you haven't met me.
I just realized that sounds really...Prideful and mean, and I'm sorry. I know there are TONS of people out there who are WAY WAY WAY better than me, but for my age group, I'm...Pretty good, let's say.
I used to be so afraid of horses. They seemed to have a threatening look in their eyes, daring me to come forward to my certain death. The though of those steel-hard hooves scared me to death, and I wanted to have nothing to do with what I called "Bloody Beasts." I really hatted horses. And that's an understatement.
Besides just my fear of death by horses, I also hated tthe smell of them. When I was really little my Mom and Dad took me to the county fair. The kiddy rides were great, and I thought the little bunnies were so cute, but when we went into the horse barn I wrinkled my nose up. It stunk in there. Now I'm surprised, remembering back to how dirty that barn was. My guess is the riders weren't exactly cleaning the stalls like they should have been. I get so mad thinking about it now.
So anyways, whenever I would think of horses, I would remember the stench of that barn.
When I was six I took up ballet. I was such a girly-girl, all into pretty pink tutus and all the twirly moves I would practice at home. Little did I know how all the ballet classes I took would make me into a rider. I don't think anything about my life would be like it is now if I hadn't gotten into ballet.
When I was 8 years old I was getting really good at ballet. I was starring in show routines and doing solos as well. (Sorry if that's not the right words for ballet exhibitions, but I can hardly remember ANYTHING about ballet anymore.)
As I was saying,I was getting pretty good at dancing, when my family decided we were going to visit my Aunt Bethany and Uncle Ray. Aunt Bethany was my Dad's sister. they'd never gotten along very well, but lately they had been talking a lot over Facebook,so I knew they were pushing aside old grudges. I still didn't know much about my aunt, but I was excited to meet her.
I'm always excited to meet people, I'm an extreme extrovert I guess, and I LIVE on people being around me. Plus, my Aunt and Uncle had three kids. I was SO excited!
You can guess my horror when I woke up as Dad parked our mini-van and nervously stated that "We're here." Why was I so horrified? I sat up and immediately saw out the window a barn, a round pen, and a couple of pastures. A path led over the hill to what I would find out were more pastures.
In the pastures were horses. In my eyes they were killing machines, cruelty in the flesh, and my eyes went wide and I gave out a little squeal. My throat tightened.
My Mom looked back at me and I could tell she had been smiling. I looking pleadingly at her and her smile dropped.
"Honey, what's wrong?" She asked.
I acted surprised. I didn't want her to know I was still afraid of horses. She'd tried so hard over the years to shake off my fear, and for a while then I hadn't really had any opportunity to show my fear.
So I said. "Nothing. I was sleeping."
She accepted that.
We climbed out of the van, and just then a lady with a messy bun came out of the house. A little girl with big eyes stood behind her, grinning broadly.
"Cousin!" the little girl yelled out to me.
I remember that my Aunt greeted us, and we went inside, put away our stuff, and met our cousins. Th oldest was a boy, Jacob, who was 12. The little girl who'd yelled out to me was Cassidy, and she was 4. Then there was Mindy, who was 9.
Everything that evening went in sort of a blur, because my mind was still filled with pictures of those awful horses. We would be staying for three days, and I'd made up my mind to stay in the house, or maybe just go out in the front yard. As long as I was far away from those horses and their fangs.
The next morning we got up and ate breakfast. I was starting to forget the horses, and Mindy and I were getting along really great together.
The first day went by in a rush of playing with my cousins and eating pancakes and oatmeal raisin cookies. We went out in the front yard for about an hour.
The next day I woke up and Mindy was standing right next to my bed, wanting to play. I jumped out of bed, and she dragged me outside.
"You'll want to see this. Daddy's going to ride Arrowhead. he's crazy! Daddy's a good rider, but Arrowhead..." She paused. "Daddy will get him tamed."
My heart started beating. I knew she meant that arrowhead was a horse, and I didn't want to see anyone thrown off and whipped with some broncos lash-like tail.
Immediately I saw, in the round pen, Uncle Ray and a nervous looking chestnut. The chestnut's ears went back, and her eyes showed white fury. I practically begged Mindy to come back inside so we could play, but she insisted I would like to see her Daddy break this horse.
I was close to tears when Uncle Ray started mounting. He got his leg over, but as soon as he nudged arrowhead forward, the horse threw a bucking fit. I screamed and tears came rolling down my face. I gripped Mindy's arm and saw her shocked face.
"Are you okay?" she asked. then, she suddenly realized what a stupid question that was. "C'mon, let's go inside and play."
As soon as we got inside I raced to the bedroom where I'd been sleeping and curled up in the blankets, shaking.
Mindy followed me and sat on the edge of my bed for a minute before jumping up and saying, "Let me go get Jake." That's what everybody called Jacob.
I looked up to Jake, and I wouldn't have wanted him to think I was a scaredy cat so I shouted out, "No!"
"Your Mom?" Mindy offered.
"No!" I shouted again, then struggling to regain my composure, I said. "I'm okay. Really, I am."

The next day I found out she had told Jake about my outburst. Somehow he'd figured out that I was afraid of horses, probably because I had been so quick to refuse to go pet the horses whenever he asked. And he asked me a lot.
It was our last day when Jake, who had been so friendly during our whole visit, began teasing me about being afraid of horses. he did it in a sort of friendly-brotherly way, but I didn't see it that way. I took it as an instant challenge, and I've never been one to ignore a challenge.
"Fine!" I finally said. "I'll PROVE I'm not afraid of horses!" I stormed out the house, feeling triumphant as my three cousins followed silently behind me.
As an afterthought, I turned and told them to wait in the house. They did, but Jake stopped to look suspiciously at me.
"You better not mess with any of the horses. Except old Rain, the paint. If you can put a halter on her and lead her out of the pasture, that will prove you're not afraid." he said.
I nodded, but I knew I was going to do more than just lead a horse out of the pasture.
When Jake was inside I went into the barn, grabbed what I somehow knew was a bridle, and went out to the pasture, dragging the long western reins behind me. I reached one of the pasture gates and went inside. I was surprised at how easily the bridle went on the horse's head and then led him out to the round pen.
Suddenly the door burst open and all three of my cousins raced out shouting.
"Don't you dare move! Stop! That horse is definitely OFF LIMITS!" Jake screamed, racing forward.
I thought fast, and leading the horse so he was right up against the fence, I climbed up the fence and threw myself onto the horse's bare back.
I heard Jake yell "No!", but just barely, because as soon as I landed on his back, Arrowhead began bucking and kicking out.
I held on for dear life crying and screaming with each jolt. He'd go up and I would fall forward, then down and I would bounce. He twisted and I squeezed heard with my legs, clenching his long mane that was stinging my face.
I kept my eyes closed, every moment I thought I would fly off of his back and fall with a hard thud and die right then. He bucked and kicked and twisted around.
Somehow I stayed on.
Eventually, after what felt like hours, arrowhead settled down and stopped. he threw his head up and gave a weird squeal. My heart was still racing. I wanted off but I couldn't move. I couldn't move because when Arrowhead turned around to look at me I saw a sparkle of humor in his eye. It wasn't mean humor though. I sat stone still and gazed into the brown pool of his left eye.
Suddenly my heart slowed down and I actually began feeling how smooth and warm the horse's hide was between my legs. I felt how strong and big his heart was and I could see how beautiful his head was, a defiant forelock off crazily to the side.
Suddenly I felt this strange feeling towards this crazy horse I had clung to during his bucking fit. The feeling scared me into mobility and I slid off, scurrying away from him.
I remember my parents were angry at me, and my cousins got in trouble, too.
Later when we went home and I was watching my pet rabbit, Muffins, explore my room, I felt a rush of love for her. She was so cute, with her wiggly nose and bright eyes.
Then it hit me: that larger-than-life love I felt now was a slightly smaller version of the emotion I'd felt back at Uncle Ray's and Aunt Bethany's.

I loved that horse.

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Galloping Winds Academy

by Alyssa
(Knoxville Illinois, USA)


Chapter One

It's been exactly a year since my old horse, Black Star, had to be put down last year. We had gotten in a bad fall and he was in terrible condition that the only thing we could do was to have him put down. I haven't ridden since our bad fall and after Black Star left this world.

"Avery, come down here!" My mom yelled to me from the bottom of the stairs. "Coming!" I yelled back.
"Can you come outside for a sec?" My mom asked me.

I followed my mom outside our backdoor. My dad was holding a lead rope to a dark bay quarter horse gelding. I walked back towards the door and let out a sigh. "I told you guys I'm done riding!" I yelled.

I ran back up stairs and slammed my door shut. I laid on my bed and cried into my pillow. I looked over at my nightstand to see a picture of Black Star and I with our ribbons we won at our first show together. I grabbed the picture and held it close to me on my heart.

"Avery." My mom said on the other side of my bedroom door. "We need to talk."

"Door's open." I sighed.

My bedroom door opened then closed shut. I sat up and my mom sat next to me. She slapped my leg with her hand but not hard.

"I remember when you were seven, all you said was you want to ride horses." My mom smiled. "Now you are giving up this one thing you love."

"Mom, I'm not going to have this horse have to be put down like Black Star." I said, looking at my mom.

"Can you please ride again?" My mom asked.

"Fine." I sighed. "Get my horse ready."

"Hershey is his name."

My mom left me alone to get changed. I put my breeches and boots on. I strapped my pink helmet on then went outside. Hershey was all tacked up.

I placed my foot in the stirrup iron and left myself up on the horse. I took a deep breath and urged Hershey forward. Soon we were cantering up to a log jump. Could I take this jump after what happened with Black Star?

As Hershey raced up to the jump, he turned to the side. I could see my parents putting their heads down as their daughter failed but she wasn't finished yet.

I made Hershey go up to the jump again and sure enough, he went over it. It felt good to be in the saddle again. I was born to be here and I knew it.

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Recovery

by Julia
(Town)


Chapter 1: Abused Arrival


Hi! My name is Paris and I live on a horse rescue. I've had a love for horses since the day I was born, and lucky me, I was taken home to a farm full of those beloved creatures. But, that's just about me, and since this story will get boring if it's just about me, let me tell you what happened today.

I woke up to a sound of a car rolling up our gravel driveway. I hopped out of bed and looked through my window, to see a truck and a trailer, with a few people coming to help take the horse or whatever was in the trailer out. I rushed to brush my teeth and slipped into a T-shirt and some shorts.

I ran outside and saw my mom trying to get the horse out of the trailer.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"We've got a serious case of abuse with this horse!" My mom said while struggling to lead the unknown horse out.

"Here let me help!" I said and took the lead rope from her hands.

The horse slowly slumped down the trailer and right behind me. My mom looked at me in awe. The horse was a stallion, a dark chestnut stallion, with scars on his back, bruises on his legs and face. And bloody gashes everywhere. I stared at him in horror. What had the previous owners driven him to?!

"Does he have a name?" I questioned.

"No. I don't think so." My mom replied, "you can take the honor of naming him though."

I nodded and said, "how about we name him, um..., uh... Warrior." I tried to touch the stallion's forehead, but he turned away.

I sighed, and gently pulled on the rope and said "Let's take you to your new home."

The hooves clip closed lightly, as he didn't have much weight on him. I really wish I could slap and burn those people who treated Warrior this way. I walked up to his new stall and I could see a slight hint of fear in his eyes.

"It's okay boy." I softly said to him. "It's alright."

He perked his ears up and as if he could understand me, he walked into the stall, and let me touch his forehead and sniff my hand.

"I'll see you later Warrior!" I said and I left the stable and back into my room to start his research.

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My dream horse + a poem

by heartbeat for horses

This picture is what Bella would look like

This picture is what Bella would look like

Hey horse girls! Today I thought I would try something different and write about my dream horse. Below is her would-be bio. Enjoy!

Show Name: My Dancing Bella

Barn Name: Bella

Color: Black

Breed: Mustang

Gender: Mare

Markings: A lone white star

Personality: Adventure-loving, fast, loves exploring, sweet, high-spirited, stubborn

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FOREVER (poem)

Forever we stand
Shoulder and hand
Forever in this perfect land
Together we stand

Forever free
you and me
gallop amongst the trees
ride by the seas

When it gets cold
when it feels like the end
your by my side
to make us free again

Forever we will love each other
forever we stand
shoulder and hand
forever best friends

Forever we stand.

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The First Ride

by BlueRoan
(U.S.)


Riding. Something I vowed that I would never do again. I try. I fall. I try. I fall. I just can't do it. And to top it off, horses were the cause of my dad's death. Why would I want to ever ride again? That's why I'm not going to again... Well, I. was. wrong.

I had just gotten up late when my mom called me, "Amanda!"

"Coming!" I called back. I had this feeling that I knew what she was going to say... again.

Once I got downstairs, mom said to me, "Do you want to ride with me today?"

I was about to stomp away when mom said, "Come on Amanda. Dad would have wanted you to keep trying. Won't you do it for him?"

"Mom. Sorry to break it to you, but he died." I said as I almost turned around to go upstairs.

"Amanda.." Mom told me. I understood what she was saying. I walked upstairs to my room and threw myself onto my bed. But the the next day she asked the same thing.

Mom has been asking me to ride every day ever since I said that I wouldn't ever again. But this day was different.

"Amanda? Can you please ride today?" Mom asked.

"FINE. I'll do it this once. But if I fall. I will never do it again. Got it?" I said finally giving up.

Mom just smiled. Then I went upstairs and slipped on my riding boots that I've had for who knows how long and they still fit me! I ran outside and mom already had Sugar tacked up for me. I have never ridden her before. But I did know one thing about this horse. She is the absolute sweetest horse you will ever meet. That made me feel a bit better.

Then I mounted onto her with mom's help. I knew how to steer her and all that I am just not that good at it. I started at a walk. I was a bit scared that I would fall off at first but after a few minutes of riding, I was a bit more confident. Then I put her into a trot.

"You're doing it, Amanda! Keep going!" Mom called to me. I couldn't help not smiling. Sugar didn't need but a gentle tug and she was off where you wanted her to go.

Then mom said, "Canter, Amanda, Canter!"

I was a bit nervous about cantering but I did it! I am not going to gallop yet though. I don't think that I'm ready for that yet. Then I slowed down to a walk. I stopped and said, "Good job, Sugar." I patted her on the shoulder and dismounted.

I loved that horse. She helped me face my fears and I couldn't have done it without her. It was my first, genuine, ride. I am for sure going to ride more now. Horses are now my life. Riding is my life. And Sugar is my best friend.

THE END

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The Wild One

by Jenia D
(Columbia, SC)

The Wild One

The Wild One

As I walked down the dirt path, I heard someone shout. I turned around and like a flash of lightning, a black horse ran in front of me.

"Woah!" I said as I stumbled back and landed on my bottom. "You okay?" Someone asked from behind. I stood up and turned around. The first thing I noticed was his eyes, they were warm and filled with life. His hair was ear length and blacker than the blackest night.

"I'm fine." I said brushing the dirt off my jeans. "That's good. I'm Travis, by the way." He said shaking my hand.

I admit it. I was attracted to him. "Hi Travis, I'm Jillian. Was that your horse? "I asked him. "Yeah, that's my horse." He said sadly. We heard a faint whinny. "I better go catch him. See you around?" He asked. I nodded. He then smiled and ran off.

What was that about? I sighed,shook my head and continued down the road. About a mile down the road was a small riding academy called Hearts and Hooves. I went into the stable and went to the fourth stall on the right.

Waiting for me there was me black patched paint mare named Estella. I had bought her from a man at a slaughterhouse when she was just a yearling. We really did have a special bond.We could communicate with each other without words or a whip. I went in her stall and brushed her down before tacking her up. I mounted her and went to trail b.

I don't know why, but I kept hearing hoof beats that weren't Stella's. I'm probably just hearing things, I told myself. I heard a faint whinny. "Stella, you hear that?" I asked her. She tried to turn around, but I kept nudging her forward. She knew something was there, something unseen, something unheard.

"It's okay girl, it's okay." I said, trying to comfort her, but it didn't work. I knew we were getting closer and closer, and closer. Suddenly, a big, black stallion stopped in front of us and reared. I fell of of Stella and and hit my head on a rock.

All I remember is Stella fleeing and then everything went black...

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My First Shooting Star

by Sian
(Nottingham)

The night I wished upon my first shooting star would be one that I will never forget- I remember it clearly. I always will.

It started off like every other day for me- I was in the barn. I had just fetched in my horse, Kaspian, and was grooming him. There was a few other horses in the barn- but no humans. And a dog called Apple was here, she was a huge great Dane. She always ran with us when we rode.
Anyway, just as I finished picking out Kaspian's feet, I heard a set of horse hooves coming down the isle between the stalls. 'Funny,' I thought, 'No one else is usually here at this time,' I lived here on the land, as did my father, and some of the ranch hands, and one of their sons, Link, but they were normally fetching most of the other horses in, we did have three full sized barns.

I leaned over the stable door, looking in the direction of the horse hooves. There stood Link, you know, son of one of the ranch hands? With his horse, Galaxy. "Hey," I smiled, getting his attention. He looked at me and smiled, coming over to Kaspian's stall with Galaxy.

"Morning," He responded, "Are you taking Kaspian out later?" He asked me. I nodded, I had planned a hack out by myself on one of the mountain trails. I would go to the top, watch the sun set, and come back down before it got too dark. Simple plan, really.
"Yeah, I am, actually. Why? Would you like to come?" I offered. It would be nice to have some company.
"Yeah, please. If you don't mind. I have to take Galaxy out later, too." He pointed to the bay and white mare behind him. She was stunning- they had both had each other since they were young. Me and Link were fourteen now.
"Okay, sure. I need to do some jumping in the arena first, though."I smiled and walked back to Kaspian. Kaspian was a black, 15 hand gelding. He's a gentle horse and wouldn't hurt a fly.

I finished his hooves and gathered all the brushes, and left the stall. I only bothered to lock the top lock, as Kaspian rarely ever escaped. I put the grooming kit away, and grabbed his tack. Kaspian had already eaten. I walked past Galaxy's stall where Link was bent over, doing the job I was just doing. Picking out the feet. I smiled and walked off. I liked Link- only as a friend, but he was a good looking kid. He was polite, too. Basically, every girl's dream.
I slipped the tack over the stall gate. I had an English saddle and bridle, but we did both. The hack we would do in Western.

"Hey, buddy," I smiled as I opened the gate to let me in to the stall. "Who's a good boy?" I asked, rubbing Kaspians soft muzzle. He's so gentle, bless him. I ran my hand along his white face, and grabbed the bridle from the little hook. I quickly got it on him, and that was soon followed by the saddle pad and saddle. I hooked the reins under the stirrup and walked to Galaxy's stall. "Hey, Link." I greeted, walking into his stall. He jumped a little.
"Oh, hey! You scared me," He laughed nervously.
"Sorry! Anyway, what are you doing today?" I noticed how Galaxy had English tack on, but Link didn't ever ride English.
"Oh, I'm teaching a private lesson," Link informed me, "To this girl who goes to our school,"
"Oh! Who is it?"
"Just this girl called Rebecca,"
"Oh, alright. I'll see you later, yeah?"
Link nodded and I fetched Kaspian.
I got to the gate of the arena, where Lnik wasn't doing his lesson, and opened the gate, leading in Kaspian. I shut it behind us and set up some jumps whilst Kaspian just stood there.

I smiled once I had finished, and crossed my arms. I was pretty proud, to be honest. I walked over to Kaspian and quickly mounted him. Being the good horse he is, he stood still until I had both feet in the stirrups and kicked him forward. I warmed him up first, walking him around the arena, then trotting him before doing the jumping course.
We passed the jumps with flying colours, and Link and...Uhh..What was her name? Reece? Re-Re...Rebecca, that's it. Stood there and clapped. I smiled and laughed, feeling slightly embarrassed. They saw all that?
"Well done!" Link praised, before they turned back to the lesson.

Later that night, just before 5 O'clock, I had Kaspian tacked up in his Western gear, and I was waiting for Link. He slowly came along with Galaxy, who was limping slightly. "Ahh, I don't think I can come," He sighed. "Galaxy's got a limp, I think we worked her a bit too hard during the lesson,"
"Oh, no! Will she be okay?" I asked. Galaxy was a great horse, and I'd cry if anything happened to her.
"Yeah, she'll be fine, don't worry. Just a little limp, huh, girl?" He stroked Galaxy's face. "So, I don't think I can come, sorry,"
"Don't worry about it, it's fine, really. I'll go alone," I smiled, and lead Kaspian out. "I'll see you later. If my dad asked, tell him I'll be back for 8! And I have my phone, anyway," I informed Link, and he hummed in agreement.
I mounted Kaspian and walked him on out of the barn, along the cobble path. It was so peaceful, the whinnying of horses and the far off sounds of car engines filled the air. It was a warm day, and the sun made the whole area look amazing.
I smiled as we reached the main gate. It wasn't much of a gate, more of an arch than anything. A car was coming up the drive way. I stopped Kaspian to let it pass, but it stopped next to us.
"Hello, is this..." The man in the car looked down at a sheet of paper on a black clip board. "Oak Tree Stables?" He asked.
"Yes, it is. Can I help you?" I responded. I had never seen this man in my life, he looked too much of a city man to be here in the country side.
"Yes, I'm looking for Mr. Smith? I'm here to discuss lessons with him,"
"Oh, okay..." That's a bit weird, we don't normally do lessons. "Yeah, you can find him in his office in the barn, probably. Just drive up this road, and it's the big red building with the horse box next to it. If he's not there, on the third stall to the left should be a boy with black hair, ask him and he'll know," I instructed him. Mr.Smith was my dad, he had ran the yard for as long as I can remember. My mom- she...She left my dad a while ago, I've chosen not to see her. I know she'll want to take me away from here- and this place is my life. Anyway, he's done a good job so farm.
"Okay, thank you," He smiled and drove up the road. I shrugged and made my way up to the trail start.
Once I found it, I started to ride up there. There were animals all around me, squirrels and chipmunks in the tree's, deer and buck in the forests, and even some wild horses roaming around. I passed through a small creek, the water splashing up Kaspians legs, cooling him off slightly. He whinnied and continued. The stones under Kaspians feet moved as he walked over them, making way for us like we were king and queen. I took a deep breath. It was moments like these I lived for.
When I reached the top of the mountain, I saw another horse there. It was a pure black mustang by the looks of it. I rode closer and got a full look, but someone was next to it. I dismounted Kaspian and made sure I made enough noise so he knew I was here. He jumped a little when he head me. He was sat, leaning against a tree, his knee's tucked to his chest.
"Oh, hey," He smiled, seeing me.
"Hiya, is it okay if I sit down?" I asked, loosening Kaspians saddle and taking his bridle off.
"Yeah, sure," He budged over so I could sit against the large Oak tree with him.
"Thank you," I thanked him. Making conversation, I said, "So what brings you up here?"
"My dad owns a ranch just over the valley, and I've never been up here, so I decided to explore. And thus; here I am," He laughed. It died down, and he looked at me. "Yourself?"
"My dad owns Oak Tree, just down this mountain," I explained, "I always come here. Say, isn't it a bit late for you to stay out now? I mean, it's at least an hour over the valley, and it's half five now!"
"Wait? It is? Darn' it! My dad's going to be so annoyed. Augh!" He sighed.
"Well, you could spend the night at our barn if you want. There's a spare loft room one of the ranch hand's is normally in, but he's away," I informed, "I'm Kinzie, by the way," I smiled. I forgot to tell you about myself. My name is Kinzie, I am fourteen, I have ginger hair that I always have in a loose pony tail, and I have blue eyes and frekels. That's all you really need to know.
"Rhett," He stuck his hand out. "And that'd be great, thank you. This is Darcy, by the way," He stroked his horses face. I was wrong- it was a mare. Rhett had dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. I'm not going to lie, but he was good looking. Like, really, really good looking.
"Nice to meet you, and this is Kaspian," I pointed to my horse who was stood near the flower bed eating grass. He lifted his head and his ears perked from hearing his name. "Yes, you," I laughed as he walked over and sniffed my hand.
"Ah, he's cute." We talked for a while and I found out some stuff about Rhett. He's, like me, fourteen, and lives with both of his parents, and his ranch is a riding school.
"So should we get going?" I asked as the sun started to set, you could already see stars. Suddenly, Rhett gasped.
"Look! A shooting star! Wish, quickly!" He informed me, pointing at the flash of white. I wished that he and I would become friends.

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Get Creative! Horse-Crazy Crafts!

by BlueRoan
(U.S.)


Are you horse-crazy AND love crafts? Are you artsy? Creative? Well then, here are some creative horse art and crafts for you!!

Horse-crazy art!
Do you like to paint? Draw? If so, why not try drawing or painting horses? They are a bit hard to draw at first,but keep practicing! Also,if you don't want to draw REALISTIC horses, why not draw CARTOON horses? Or maybe even abstract horses? Give 'em all a try!

Horse-crazy crafts!
Are you crafty? Are you horse-crazy? If so,try some of these!


  • Pipe cleaner pony! (You can find instructions here: http://kidmademodern.com/pipe-cleaner-pony-and-friends/)
  • Make a horse sculpture out of Play Doh or clay! Maybe make a horse CHARM out of clay!
  • Make a horse charm bracelet! Take some horsey charms( a horse, horseshoe, carrot...) and attach them to a bracelet!
  • Make horseshoe decorations for your room! Take a horseshoe and paint it any color(s) you want! Then hand it up in your room. Easy!

Horse-crazy writing!
Do you like to write stories? Are you horse-crazy? If so, here is some advice and help!

  • You don't have to really publish your stories. You can submit them to HorseCrazyGirls.com. (here!) Everyone here would LOVE to read your stories!
  • Non-fiction stories. Do you have a horse? You can write all about your horse and good times you've had!
  • Fiction stories. Make up your own horse stories!
  • Tip! It helps to get ideas on what to write when you read other horse stories!

Well those are some creative ideas that are horse-crazy! If you have any more ideas, please tell everyone about them in the comments below! :)

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The Circle of Life

The first time my heart got broke, a horse broke it. After that day much in life beat my heart up more and more. At age four my first horse was supposed to be a miniature pony but I got a horse for Christmas. I landed in the hospital before I ever got to ride him. I finally did get to ride him. But soon after we had to part ways.

Years passed and I still missed him very much . I was emotionally distraught for a long time at having to part ways with him. But he never was for from my mind. Life itself took a toll more and more on my heart. Seems I stayed a emotional wreck all the time. But in the end it was a horse that put my heart , mind and soul back together again. At a time in my life when the world seem to be crashing down on me in every direction. I got the opportunity to learn natural horsemanship with a horse I called peanut.

I was finally able for the first time in my life to find peace and direction. The understanding of love, trust and respect and relationship. With at this time one failed marriage and the present marriage falling completely apart, I can say that if it had not have been for natural horsemanship and my horse peanut, I wouldn't be here to tell you this story today.

It is a really hurtful thing to come to the realization that someone really doesn't love you even though they say them words to you everyday. There is nothing worth more in this world than having a sound mind a heart that is still able to love and a good soul and feeling complete. I do feel that God is always there in the middle of any horse and a person and natural horsemanship.

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My Beloved Cody!

by Emilie
(USA)

Cody

Cody

I have a story for ya. :)

Cody is the light of my life. He is my sorrel Appendix gelding. He is not much, but to me he is everything. He's had quite the history.

His former owners bought him when he was two. His reg. name is Ugottagetbehindme, sire The Face Behind The Line and out of I Gotta Faymas Face. They bought him for a barrel horse, but they kept him stuck in his stall for seven years, only brought him out to train or go to shows. He was nine when I got him, ten now. I went to look at him, and I thought he was gaited, because of the way he walked on gravel. His feet were bad looking, and he had no shoes on. He was not obese, but he was pretty round. They fed him well, he just never got to be let out to be a horse. We bought him for $1,000. Me? Happiest 10 year old in the world.

I rode him that night, and later we realized his left eye was watery. We thought "Eh, it's just allergies from coming to a new place." But I wondered, how could he get it so fast?

As the weeks went by it started to get worse. So we finally gave in and took him to our vet. He said that Cody had a cataract in his right eye, and a slit in his left. He said the left eye would get better with right treatment, but he would eventually go blind in the right one. I was worried, because I knew what usually happened to even half-blind horses.

The vet gave him some meds and we left the right eye alone. And the weeks kept coming and it didn't get any better. We took him to the vet again, and he looked and said that Cody had a bacteria in his eye that was eating through the lens. He put a catheter on him and that night, me and my Mom slept in the trailer and got up every thirty minutes to squeeze medicine through the catheter.

Sadly, our work didn't pay off. I came home from school one day after my Mom had taken Cody to the vet, frantic to hear the news. I expected it to be good. She said the vet had said that the bacteria had eaten through his eye, and the lens had popped, I believe she said.

I cried for at least an hour, then took some carrots and went to see him. I was upset, because we are not one of those tie-a-bell to their neck people. If the horse goes blind, we put it down. I was worried for my beloved horse's life, even if I had only known him for about a month, he had my heart.

We have carried flags together and been on trail rides, and he acts like he can see the whole world. Every day I come to the barn to see him at his gate, asking to be let out. Rain or shine, he will always be my beloved Cody.

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Make a Wish

by Erika
(Coaldale, Alberta, Canada)

Photo credits: Barbicpt0 via I'd Pin That

Photo credits: Barbicpt0 via I'd Pin That

"Bye, Nikki!" Bella leans out of the window and waves wildly. I blow a kiss to her and wave back, then turn to check out the place in front of me.
A tall wooden sign reading Twin Pines Horse Camp is in front of a large barn painted bright red. Beside the barn is a small paddock with 2 or 3 yearlings in it. Beyond that, I see more pens and some other, smaller buildings. It looks like a nice place-if only my stomach wasn't so queasy!


"Nikki, we have to get your luggage, okay?" Mom says as she taps my shoulder. I turn to our minivan and hop into the front seat. Dad is napping in the back but I see he just wakes up. He yawns and stretched before closing his eyes again.

I am tired myself and stifle a yawn-the 2 hour drive was tiring!
"Here we are!" Mom announces a few minutes later. We turn into a garage of sorts and Dad pops the trunk and grabs my suitcases. I hold onto my carry-on and wait awkwardly.
"Hi!" a woman with red hair startles me as she walks up. "You must be the Towers family!"
Dad and Mom smile politely as they chat. Finally the woman-Madeline Gregory-turns to me.
"Well, Nikki!" she says in her loud voice. I smile and fiddle with my braid.
"...just head over this way..." Madeline says and I quickly follow her.

Soon we arrive at a large row of cabins. Madeline shows me which one is mine -Cabin 8-and I plop my junk down. Mom looks happy when she sees the 'Rules & Guidelines' sheet above every bed and Dad smiles when he hears Madeline talk about the chores we do every morning.


I space out as Madeline and my parents talk about various things. I pull out my phone and text Julia:
Nikki98: Hey, how` s ur holidays so far?
Jules replies quickly:
Julia: Pretty good. U?
Nikki98: Gr8 so far:) Madeline is talking 2 mom and dad.
Julia: Madeline?

I am in the middle of replying when I look up.

Mom and Dad are staring at me and Mom is shaking her head no wildly behind Madeline`s back. Madeline walks over to me.
"There is a rule about phones here." she says sternly. I gulp and push my phone into my pocket.
"I`m s-sorry!" I say. Have I already messed up??
"The RULE is-" Madeline continues-"that phones are permitted only for an hour after curfew and during lunch break. Hope you get that straight!" I nod and Mom and Dad look relieved that I didn't make the director of camp mad already.


Madeline is glancing at her watch when a tall brunette with braces walks in. Madeline introduces her as Rachel, our cabin counsellor.
As soon as Mom and Dad leave and Madeline and Rachel are both out of sight, I yank out my phone.
BellaBeauty: Hello???
A second later:
BellaBeauty: R u there?


A flurry of texts follows. I reply as quick as I can.
Nikki98: Sorry bout that! Not allowed to have phone except at curfew & lunch!!:'(
BellaBeauty: Oh. Well cant u bend the rules??
Nikki98: ...well this IS horse camp...don't want to mess it up!...
BellaBeauty: Oh, right. I guess U would nevr not listen 2 rules!
That stung a bit. I just hated getting in trouble with my parents.
BellaBeauty: JK!!
Nikki98: Yeah im a good girl!!lol
BellaBeauty: Well Taylor is here! gtg


I didn't even reply. Taylor was a popular rider at our stable and lately Bella had been spending a lot of time with her...
I ignored my worries-after all, Bella had come along to drop me off! I waited on my bunk mulling over Bella & Taylor...and of course, Kaden.
****
You may be wondering who Kaden is...Kaden is my amaze BF!!I am 14 ad this is my first boyfriend, and here are the deets about him!!
Kaden is 14, a bit older than me, and has brown hair and blue eyes. He is average build and competes with the school basketball team, the Chatham Cougars.

He is SUPER cute and Lily Brooks, the most popular girl in school, was totally after him even when he and I started going out. Now she hates me for ' stealing' him....I have never had a better reason for someone to hate me!!:)
My phone beeps-it`s Kaden!
Kaden: Hey Nikki:) How's camp?
Nikki98: pretty cool so far! what's up?
Kaden: cool. oh I am just watching a movie
Nikki98: fun, what is it?
Kaden: You wouldn`t like it-its a horror movie.
Nikki98: *shivers* I-I`m fine, t-totally f-fine...*knees knock*
Kaden: LOL. U have a great sense of humor Nikki!:P
Nikki98: Thx:) u do too K,..but I RULE!!LOL jk:)
Kaden: haha no way. well I gtg in 5.
Nikki98:Oh too bad...camp meeting starts soon so I have to get ready:)
Kaden: Okay I will leave you then! TTYL.

I smile as I close my phone. See what I mean? Kaden is awesome. He is a jock, but pretends to like romance movies and horse books like I do just to please me...I <3 KADEN!! Well enough about my bf:)5 more minutes till camp officially starts. I gulp as my nerves return...

NEXT CHAPTER TO COME SOON!!

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How to raise money for my horse?

by Kylie
(CA)


So I was leasing a horse for a while but some complications happened with the lady who owned him so I am no longer doing that.

What are some ways I can raise money for my own horse? I have a job but I need to pay for my car too. I'm thinking about starting an etsy business so ideas like that are great! I am going to make horse treats and sell them.

Also, I know how much it costs to have a horse but for those of you who actually have your own, how much is it for you?

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Jumana

by Karen
(USA)

Jumana was my beautiful dapple grey thoroughbred gelding. He was perfect.

One day we went to a show. I could always trust Jumana to be good at shows. He never got nervous and he always did his best. This particular show was one that could get me closer to my ultimate goal, jumping on the US equestrian team.

As I led Jumana down the trailer, he had his head down and his eyes were half way closed, normal Jumana behavior. Then when we tacked him up, He jerked his head up, causing me to fall backwards. He never had done that with me!

I spoke to him softly as I pulled his leg wraps off. When the five minute call came for my class, I was in the schooling ring. Jumana tripped before a small jump and stumbled backward I glanced down at his leg. It looked fine. It must have been uneven footing.

When we came in to jump our course, Jumana cantered normally toward the first jump. When we jumped, he didn't jump as effortlessly as he normally did. This jump was more awkward. Then, the third jump arrived.

As soon as I finished the jump, Jumana collapsed and I fell off. I broke two of my ribs, but that wasn't as bad as what happened to Jumana, he broke both of his legs and the vet put him down. I never rode another horse again.

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All things Horses!!!!

by xxDoree
(Canada)

Hello everyone :) I have a fanpage on facebook which is full of horsey fun, quizzes about horses, and so much more !!! So PLEASE check it out because it is the place to go if your horsecrazy ;)

Here's the link:

https://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/All-things-Horses/114743998550119

The name of it is : All things Horses!!!!!

Thanks !!!! :D

xxDoree

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My Horse Poem

by Stephanie
(snow camp north Carolina United states)


The sound of galloping hooves,

The smell of fresh spring grass,

The feeling of the wind,

Horses.

A coat of dapples,

A mane of black,

A pair of kind eyes,

Two white stockings,

Horses.

A majestic whinny,

Breathtaking power,

A unbreakable bond,

Horses.



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The Phantom and Ivory...A Horse <3 Story

by Taylor
(Kentucky USA)

Ivory

Ivory

Once upon a time, a beautiful little Purebred Arabian filly was born. She was crystal white with pure black mane and tail. She has no markings and ice blue eyes.Her mother was a palomino named Gold and she decided to call the filly, Ivory. Gold new Ivory would be a great horse one day.

As the days and months went by, Ivory was growing more beautiful every day. Every stallion or colt in the land wanted her for their own but she always refused them. Her mother and father said "Ivory,you must be choosing a stallion soon or your gone."

Ivory looked at her parents shocked then said, "well, I guess I'll be going." Ivory took off at breakneck speed as hot and steamy tears run down her face.She stopped later on and then stood.She stood half the night not even eating or drinking even though she was dying of thirst. She lied down and rested then fell asleep.

Later on, she was awakened by a loud crunching noise. She suddenly jumped up and perked her ears and looked down the bushes and flared her nostrils. She stood then looked squinting as a pure white stallion stepped out from behind the bush and looked at her with forest green and gold eyes. Ivory was hypnotized by them and took a few steps forward. She then gently touched noses with him.

"Hello." Said the stallion in a deep but gentle voice.Ivory said hello back sweetly. He then smiled and gently nudged her and said "I'm Phantom....wait can you see me?" He said and Ivory said "yea, why? And I'm Ivory." Phantom began jumping around smiling and said "your the first to see me!" Ivory looked at him and then looked into his eyes and said "really? You're the first to sweep me off my feet."

Phantom blushed at this then stood and then said "okay, so, your my mare." Ivory looked at him and then said "okay." She was truly lovestruck by him. He stood and smiled and then galloped off with him into the sunset.


*3 years later*

Ivory and Phantom now had a large herd and 2 foals named Arabella and Thunder. They were going to have another one soon. Her mother and father were so proud of her and happy. They lived happily ever after.

P.S.

IVORY IS THE WHITE HORSE WITH THE BLACK MANE AND TAIL AND PHANTOM IS THE PURE WHITE ONE IN THE PICS ABOVE.

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Dear Shocker

by Tilistra
(town)

Photo credit: aloiswohlfahrt via I'd Pin That

Photo credit: aloiswohlfahrt via I'd Pin That

I galloped around the arena, Mark cheering me on. I grinned. I was galloping, actually GALLOPING!!!!

"Ok now, Letty, slow down to just a canter, and we'll get you to jump number 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, we'll go back to 7 8 and 9 later."

I cantered smartly around the ring, looking at jump number 1. Champion hopped over it, easy as abc. I was amazing at riding, Mark told me. He was my trainer, and was almost like a uncle to me. Champion lept over the rest, they were about 8-9ft high!

Heidi, my little sister came out to greet me. She was six, a sweet girl, with shoulder-length brown curls, and beautiful blue eyes.

"WOW!!" She whispered, her eyes widening in awe. She could only jump about 3ft. I smiled triumphantly at her. I slowed down after I had finished my last jump, then trotted out the school, patting Mark's head as I went. "Thanks." I held my hand up as a sign of gratefulness. Heidi walked sensibly along beside me, as I was walking now.

I slid off Champion's back, and lead him into the stable, Heidi followed. I untacked, and gave Heidi it to put in the little tack room joined to the barn. She lay in the hayloft, while I groomed Champion happily, singing as I did. I gave him some fresh hay, and cleaned his water trough, then joined Heidi.

The hayloft smelt like sweet-smelling hay, and I wrapped myself in it. I grabbed Heidi's hand, and we climbed down the ladder, Heidi still covered with hay. I brushed my jodhpurs off, and tried to clean my younger sister as well. Her little green dress, and long white sleeved t-shirt, smartly put on underneath her dress, had turned slightly yellow. We laughed quietly, and we ran into, shutting the stable doors behind us.

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Golden Girl

by Caroline

Marli :D

Marli :D

"So are you excited?" Mom asked me. I nod and continue to look out the window. It's been almost 50 minutes, and we finally see the Second Chance Acres. I'm going to try out horses. And this farm has horses for over $500. We drive up the uneven graveled driveway. Horses with dirty, scratched coats are calmly grazing in the fields. Some have scars, and weak legs. I think about what these horses have been through before they were rescued. A tear quickly escapes from my eye and I rub it away. My Mom and I get out of the car and walk up to the barn. Inside, is wooden planks nailed up into stalls. Some horses are eating, some laying down, and some banging themselves in the walls. The owner, Heidi shows us around and introduces us the the sale horses. Most of the horses wouldn't let me pet them. Some kicked and bit. At the end of the barn where there was no light, I looked into the stall, and there was a skinny, dirty pinto. On her name plate, it said "Marli." She comes up to the door and I brushed off some of the dust and discovered she was a golden palomino. "Mom come over here!"

I can hear the trailer rocking away behind the truck. Inside is the palomino. We got her for only $300. $200 worth of tack and tools for her that I could spend. I smile and my heart is pumping quickly. Marli was super calm and laid-back going into the trailer. I already love her. "So do you think you made the right choice?" Mom asked focusing on the road. "Definetly." I tell her. "Heidi said she was a jumper then sold to a kill buyer." Mom informs me. I already knew all this. "Ya. I will work with her everyday until we are successful." I promise myself. We drive up into GreenWood Farm and start to get Marli out and settled. I smile and kiss her on the head. "We will make it big, girl." I tell Marli and I promise that.

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The Freestyle Showmanship Class

by Audrey Z.
(Eagle, Idaho, USA)

It was a cool, crisp morning when I, Audrey Z, was about to enter a scare of my life. I just exited the halter class. When I was eating my breakfast I saw a girl named Crystal, she went into her Showmanship class with no chain or lead line. Grandma said I should do that.

In return, I said really, cool, I will, what do I have to do?

Well stop, pivot, back, and trot. Grandma said.

I can do it, I said. I practiced after a while. There were two more classes in front of me. We started putting on the details on Just My Jazz, an AQHA horse, otherwise Jazz is her barn name.

It was my turn now and I took my chain off and I entered. Me and Jazz were having a great time in the arena. We did awesome and did a perfect job. I got first place, but I've got to be honest, I was the only one in there but it was still pretty awesome. Jazz got plenty of treats and hugs.

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True love

by Sophie
(Wigan)


He paced around his stall, stressed. His ears were pinned back and he was rolling his eyes around threatening. Jess could tell he was scared, he was confused and lonely. No horse deserved to be at a miss treated auction like this.

People who were cruel and evil to the horses usually came here to buy another horse they could mistreat but Jess and her mum came every year to see if they could help another horse. This horse was a stunner. He was a bay with a cream mane with ginger highlights. Also he was big, at least 17.8 hands high Jess estimated.

"Hey boy, you don't deserve to be here..." Jess whispered placing her hand upon the metal gate.
The gelding reared in fear.

" Woah, okay boy, it's alright."

She took a step back and examined him, Jess could see his real beauty but he was covered in mud and his ribs were pressing against his skin. Sighing Jess went to find his owner...

The man was quite large with and long beard. He was holding up a sheet of paper with a number on it, the same number the horse had on his gate. Jess stormed up to him and growled "What the hec do you think your playing at!"

The man look," I really don't know what your on about little miss." He stammered helplessly.
" Oh for goodness sake! That horse out there is mistreated and scared. I can see his ribs. You don't deserve him!" Jess screamed.

Every one in the hall turned around and looked, the man shook his head " Sorry miss but I have nothing to do with that. I own a different horse, I just have to bring him down and get him sold. An dif I don't get him sold he.. he.."

Jess' face frowned "What, what will happen to him?"

The man didn't make eye contact with Jess, " He will be put down!"

Scowling, Jess' face went deep red, she screamed' " I cant believe you people! Right, I will be back in a sec, and don't you dare sell that horse...."

Surprise, surprise half an hour later Jess and her mum were driving home with a scared and abandoned horse in the trailer behind them. It was like true love.....

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The Life of a Horse

by AHorseLovingGirl4ever
(U.S.)


I'm Stardust, a light dapple gray Connemara Pony. I live at the Horseshoe Ranch with my owner, Grace. She is in Dressage and I am the horse she uses. Grace is 13 and she is my best friend. I don't know what I would do without her!

"Stardust!" I heard a familiar voice call. "It's time for lessons!" I nicker as Grace walks up to my stall with an apple for me. I take it and eat it. She then tacks me up for Dressage. We have been doing Dressage together for a year now and I'm enjoying it.

I have known her for three years now. Grace used to go on trail rides with me all the time but now, since she started Dressage, we haven't been on one for a while. "Here we go." Grace said as she mounted up on to me.

We walked out into the riding ring with others getting ready for lessons. Soon we start and we are doing well. We did the best in the group! "Good job, girl." Grace said sweetly while giving me a treat when we were finished. I whinnied in return. She then walked me to the stable and untacks me. She put me in my stall and said, "See you later Stardust." Then left the stable.

I was surprised when she came back in about a half hour. She walked in with her friend Alyssa who also had horses. Then I heard Grace say, "I'll ride Stardust. Who do you want to ride?" After, I heard Alyssa say, "I think I'll ride... Toffee." Toffee is a Chestnut Paint horse. Alyssa usually rides her when she comes over and Grace ALWAYS rides me. Then they tacked both of us up and started to ride.

"Which trail are we going on?" Alyssa asked. "On the usual." I heard Grace reply. We then rode on the usual trail. This reminded me of the days when Grace would ride me pretty much every day! As we got about half way down the trail, we heard thunder. I got a little spooked but kept it to myself. But Toffee was NOT expecting that as she told me. Toffee backed up and did not want to go forward but Alyssa soon calmed her down. "We should probably get going," Alyssa said. "I agree." Grace said while turning me around.

We were almost at the end of the trail when it started pouring. We sped up to a gallop and ran the rest of the way to the stable.

TO BE CONTINUED

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Rocky Road

by Elizabeth

Bolt

Bolt

The cold October wind blew harshly at my face. "Mom are we almost there?" I asked. We were riding from the Maples (my mom's friend. they live in a huge house. Not like us at all, we live in a log cabin.)

I don't like going to their house because there's nothing to do. I sometimes play with the baby Anne but then the mom always says "time for her nap." It is really not fun there.

"Almost. Wasn't that nice?" Mom asked me. I shook me head. "Why don't you like visiting them?"

"It's boring there. That's why I always take my time when you say we're going there."

"Now I see." Mom looked at me then turned her head.

Later we go to the house. "Mom, the phone is ringing." I said pointing at the house. "Oh, thanks hon," she said running up to the house.

I walked to the barn with both horses in my hand.
Untacking Rose (my mom's horse) then going on to my horse.

"Hey bud, you did good." I said to Bolt. Tacking off his saddle and pad I took them to the tack room. Grabbing the brush in his box I almost shouted. "No, Bolt!" I rushed into the stall. He was prancing around with a dangled bridle hanging down at his hoofs. Hitting his legs, but not being scared of it.

I grabbed a halter and yelled. "Bolt stop!" He stopped. I took of the bridle then groomed him. "That was a close one bud! You could have tripped!"

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The Story of Thunderbolt

by ASPEN
(WY USA )

Every body wonder's where thunder come's from . it's Hoobeats in heaven ..

The stallion that this story is about is named (Lighting bolt ).. that make's the lighting in the far distance's .. the mare that is about ready to foal is named (Star light) she make's all the star's in the sky at night .. (Lighting bolt )is ready to move the heard and make some lighting around Wyoming and Colorado area. the Ireland mare (Star light) is ready to have her foal . and the day rolled around .. it's a boy the proud father and mother named there son ( thunder blot )?

3 YEAR'S LATER ????

( Thunder bolt ) is now about three and let's his older brother run the heard named (Dry lighting ) because his mother died from old age and father got killed from a Hart attack .. but one day one of the outlander's that live in the ( north sky land's ) named ( crystal fly ) Kind of has a crush on ( Thunder bolt ) .. ( crystal Fly ) is about a two year old and don't live in a heard she's an outlander (crystal Fly's ) dad ( Moot ) see's ( crystal Fly ) By the Sky landers hared ( crystal Fly ) Yelled her Father ( What Dad ) * ( You don't go by a different heard I'm Taking you to or mother ) said her father in a mean cranky voice .. ( she was going to talk to some boy in a strange heard) Yelled her father ( no mother I was going to see what new heard moved in to are Terrain ) said crystal Fly ( crystal Fly I though that you new how dangerous it is to go by a heard that your not for sure about ) Said crystal Fly's mother named ( Rain drop ) .. ( I no mother .. look I'm going to be Three in a few month's you guy's need to chill .. I'm ok ) said crystal Fly???
her parent's looked at each other ????


* To be Continued *

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Babs Little Suger

by Bandi
(Georgia)

In my life I have worked with many different kinds of horses and every one I have known in my life has a very special place in my heart. But Babs Little Suger I think became a piece of my heart.

I acquired her from a man that in truth couldn't care for her anymore. The man used her to guide a blind horse in from pasture everyday. She was already fifteen years old. Out of more respect, I paid a price for her. She wasn't a horse I would have normally acquire for myself and I've done something most wouldn't do.

I acquired her. She was indeed a beautiful fourteen hand high solid black horse. She forged on her right front leg which did also immediately grasp my attention.

However I still brought her home. The man had raised her on calf manner. She was a bit obese and she was a morgan. But out of all her problems she had the best attitude and disposition and manners and heart of any horse I had ever known.

Even so at the time I had no clue why she forged on her right front leg. I knew that whatever the cause her weight wasn't making it any easier. I gradually changed her feed and gave her less than she had been normally been fed. twice a day and plenty of hay. Everyday led her around for about a hour.

She finally came down to her normal weight and so did mine believe it or not. Her colt became glossy black. Her forging got a great deal better. As I began to ride her and spend more and more time with her. I found potential this horse had that was remarkable.

Even though she forged on one leg.
She had the will to want to do all she really knew how to do. She had the most want to in her I had ever seen a horse have. But I would have to limit her to all she so wanted to do. It was as if I had given her a part of her life back that she so missed all them years.

When I first acquired her, She had a look on her face as a worried stressed person would have. But as time passed all that expression left. When she turned seventeen years old I entered a parade with her and had planned on entering it the next year. But one day as we were riding she easily laid down with me upon her. I got off her and got her up and noticed on the leg she forged , she had horrible limp. I knew right then it was all over.

After all them years . The answer to that leg was finally answered. She had bowed a tendon that had been bowed before I got her, and now it had bowed again. I put her out to pasture and everyday I massaged that leg for her. Even though I knew she could never be rode again.

As weeks past that look in her face came back. I even began to get that look on my face as well. A friend knew it was breaking my heart. So he took her and put her in his big huge pasture for her final days and there she did spend the rest of her final days. That little horse help me see more through a horse's eyes than I had ever seen before.

She would have given me her all and died doing it, if I would have let her do it. Babs little Suger has passed on but her memory will live forever.

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Beau, my Christmas Miracle

by Jordan
(Newmarket, Ontario)


My Christmas scavenger hunt for my horse when I was fourteen years old.

It all started one Christmas. I was finished opening my gifts, or so I thought. My mom handed me an envelope and said to open it. I was a disappointed as I didn't get a horse... again. At least that's what I thought.

When I opened the envelope and read it, I was thinking "ugh. I actually have to get changed!" I didn't know I was getting a horse, all I knew was that I was going on a scavenger hunt to find the gift.

My first clue said, "go look on you're front porch to find your next clue." When I went to the front porch there was a gift and a clue with it. When I opened the gift, I saw horse boots and I thought "what the heck?" When I read the clue it said, "go look in the garage." When I went to the garage I saw another gift with a clue in it. I got a horse blanket and my clue said "go look on your grandparents front porch for your next clue."

My grandparents lived close and owned a horse farm, that's where I learned to ride. I ran up to my grandparents porch and they were both waiting for me there. By then I had known I was getting my very own horse. I opened the gift and I got a blue halter and a rainbow lead rope.

My next clue told me to look in the barn. I was so excited because I was getting my very own horse!!! I looked in the barn and on the handle there was another gift. Before I opened the gift I opened the stall door and was filled from head to toe with happiness!

He was black and white with blue eyes, standing about 15.5HH high. I hugged my beautiful new horse! My parents then told me he wasn't named yet even though he was 5 years old and broke. I had decided to name him Beau. My mom slipped on the halter and clipped on the lead rope while I looked at my final gift. In the bag, there was a photo album that showed Beau's parents and also when he was a foal.

We grew up together. Taking long trail rides, doing liberty work, helping kids with disabilities ride, entering competitions,and most of all. Becoming friends.













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Miracle in the back yard

by Leah
(Mississippi)

My horse High place is a 1 of a kind horse he is sweet, kind, and funny but that's not all he has a grey spot on his flank that's where he lay down in his stall for months.

Once upon a true story there was my horse my barn owner had him at the time i was not born yet this was when my mother was still single, high place was winning awards all over the country barrel racing he won my barn owner big time money.

One day a man asked $40,000 for high place but my barn owner resisted then he got kicked in the knee by a paso fino filly. It had broke his knee my barn owner was devastated that her bay beauty was hurt then the man offered 30,000$ for him yet she still resisted.

My barn owner was going to put him down so she had the hole dug, the vet was there and every thing. Then my mom called her and said "What did god tell you to name this horse?"

"High place."

"Why?"

"Because I'm gonna be in a high place spiritually with him."

"So why are you putting him down? Mom said.

My barn owner stopped in her tracks and they brought high place to multiple universities to look at him. My mom spent 30,000 k'chings to just look at him. All of them said put him down, they said no so they put him in a double stall and he lay there for months.

Just with prayer as his medicine, my mom came every day pulling grass out of the ground into a bucket and came and fed him by hand. My mom would spend hours laying in his lap, praying.

One day they went to go check on him and he was standing. They got the local vet to look at him. He said high place was sound.

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Truth

by Elizabeth
(Va)

I slid on the saddle on Blade's back, tightened the girth then put on my bridle.

"Come on boy, we're going to do some jumping today." I said leading him out of the stall.

"Well, after this I am going to the mall." I heard a girl say.

I looked into the tack room where the girls were talking and saw Casey and Steph. I made Blade go faster so they wouldn't see us. We came out of the barn with out them knowing. YES! They would probably tell me that my horse is a flea bag, what he is not. He is bred perfectly.

"Monaka, I can do a lesson right know since you can't do it tomorrow." A voice said. I turned to see Larue, the owner and the instructor.

"Great!I would love that.I said smiling. Mostly tomorrow is my lessons but my family is busy so I came for a ride. I led Blade into the arena, mounted him then we walked around the arena several times.

"Okay, posting trot." Larue ordered.

We went into a posting trot then we turned the other way. After that we cantered.

"Jump this course." Larue said pointing to the jumps. I nodded. We went to the 1,2,3,4. We went over the forth but the landing was bad and I fell off with a thousand pounds landing straight on me!

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Me without you


Can anyone imagine what a world without horses would be like? It would be hate, faithless, nothing to believe in, no dreams, no love, no passion. What would you do if horses were just gone one day? Me? I'd sit in a corner and scream, yell and cry my heart out. What would you do?

These poems are dedicated to a very dear friend, Peppy. I have written about him before and today I just wanted to put into words what I would be like without him in my life.

Poem #1
The day we met
Frozen, I held my breath
Right from the start I knew
I'd found that home for my heart.

I love you so much, Peppy!

Poem #2
Sadness
No dreams
Hate
Loveless life
Me without you.

I wouldn't have love, my Peppy
I wouldn't be able to live
I wouldn't be happy ever again
I wouldn't feel alive.

It would hurt so bad
I don't know how I could live
I would hate life more than anything
I would be heart broken
That's me without you.

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I Will Always Love You

by Sarah (horseluver4evernever)
(Canada)

"Goodbye," I whispered. I saw the little grey ponies head for the last time as the tall man closed the trailer door. My mom put her arm around me and hugged me tight.

"It's ok," she murmured.

I whimpered. My little gray pony, Romeo, was leaving today. We couldn't take care of him any longer so my parents sold him. The person that bought him only lived about half an hour away luckily. It was the worst moment of my life. As the man started the truck, i let a fat tear roll down my cheek. As the trailer began to move, I saw the fluffy gray head stick out of the window.
It rolled down the gravel driveway and onto the road. Hat was the last time I would see him. Or so I thought.

It was Monday morning, the morning after Romeo left. My first instinct was to go to the barn and feed Romeo. Then I remembered. My heart sunk. I got out of bed slowly. I put on my school uniform and moped down the stairs. I grabbed an apple and ate it quietly.

"Good Morning sweetie!" My mom called.

"Morning mom," I replied. I finished my apple and was about to grab one for Romeo and then I realized it. He was gone.

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~Scortch~

by Jacey
(175 S. Center Oakley, ID, USA)


I opened my eyes for the first time to see another pair staring right back at me. I jumped at first but I soon found out that was my mother. I soon found myself standing up and walking around the stall. Some creatures were looking over the door at me and saying something I could not understand.

I was deaf. I knew it from the start. I am a yearling now and I am being introduced to some other horses today and I do not feel very safe.

As I was lead into the pasture I got many looks of disgust, snorts and even a couple nips. As soon as the lead rope was unhooked I ran to the nearest corner and hid. The horses were quickly gaining on me and I got scared.

Then out of no where a little pony jumped out in front of me and snorted at the others to back off. And so they backed up. I felt safer now with that little Shetland pony with me even though it was silly that a thoroughbred felt safe with a small pony by him.

My name is Scortch. I am loved and cared for my mother in heaven and my nontrustworthy stableboy, David. David is a loving kid but knows nothing about me. Sometimes we struggle. Years later I was getting ready for a competition with David and he all of a sudden started saying I was never going to win this race. So he left me alone in the dark stable room. I quietly walked to my stable and laid down for tonight dreaming of the big race the next day.......

Today was the day, I was tacked up and ready to go but David was nowhere to be seen but a little girl no more than 9 years old climbed on me and patted my neck. As we entered the arena ot was silent. Then the gates flew open and we were off. About 3/4 the way done, I tripped Which sent my rider over my head. I grabbed her by the shirt and flung her back on. I was determined to win this race.

As I closed in on the lead, right behind the racer in first place, I lurched forward and I struck my front hoof down so hard a rock flew and hit the lead racer's horse in the chin which slowed him down bringing me into the lead and I crossed the finish line with glory and pride. I had won.

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Ghost Horse

by Hannah
(Canada)

Photo credit: Sponchia via I'd Pin That

Photo credit: Sponchia via I'd Pin That

"Help! Somebody, help!" The little girl who was crying for help had her leg trapped underneath a large rock. She knew that nobody could here her faint, quiet voice, but she continued to yell and scream all the same. Suddenly, off in the distance, a white flash caught her eye.

The girl grimaced in pain, but curiosity took over. Tears stung her eyes but she swung her head in each direction, looking for the flash that got her attention. A loud nicker made her freeze. Did someone finally come for her? A rider from a near by ranch? No.

The horse she saw was riderless, with no tack to show that he was tame. The horse was majestic, and he wore a beautiful white coat. The "flash" that the little girl had seen was not lightning, no natural phenomenon, but this little white horse that had come to take an interest in her.

A tear rolled down the girl's cheek; making a trail through the film of dust. The horse crawled closer. He pawed at the dirt and stretched out his neck. Nostrils flaring, he blew warm breath onto her face. The girl tried to smile, but the horse couldn't get her out of the situation she was caught in.

Only a human being could push that rock over. The girl stretched out her hand toward the horse, and he sniffed it, wondering what little creature he had stumbled upon. But, suddenly, he ran off in the direction of the ranches and herds of cattle.

Once again, the girl was alone. She buried her face in her hands and again tried to think of a solution. She thought of nothing. For hours she sat there, wedged between a boulder and the dry earth. She was starving and thirsty, and in a lot of pain. Her leg was certainly broken.

The sound of hooves came from where the ghost horse had ran off to. Please, let it be help... the girl thought, trying to hold back tears. She glared in the direction of the thundering hooves, and a smile lit up her face. "Over here! I'm right here!"

Two riders, one astride a dun and the other on a bay, strode toward her. The ghost horse was at there side, a safe distance away. "Mom? Dad?" The little girl recognized her parents at once.

"Amanda? Is that you?" The stallion pranced toward little Amanda, neck arched. He raised his hooves high, as if trying to get attention. Amanda reached both arms towards her parents. "Oh, Amanda! I'm so glad you're OK!" Her mother enveloped her in a hug. The stallion became nervous of all the quick movement and loped off towards the plains.
...

Amanda was free of the rock that was pinning her down, and now her and her family stared of in the direction of the ghost stallion, and her father said, "What an amazing horse. And to think he knew where to go to get help.."

Amanda knew, but she didn't say. All she thought about was that she was going to see that stallion again.

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The bond between a girl and horse


There is a treasure beyond just rare
There is love that two hearts share
When loyalty is sworn till the end
Then you have found the truest friend.

Not many horses can be so
Not many people really know
How the truest friend sticks by your side
In times of need when you must cry.

If these friends travel miles apart
They'll always be together in spirit and heart
For best friends know each others dreams
And what true love and friendship means.

And if such a friendship between horse and girl does start,
The two remember it forever in their heart.

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365 days of Peppy

by heartbeat for horses


These poems are dedicated to Peppy, the sweet black and white paint horse who came into my life 365 days ago as of April 2016.

Peppy is not my horse, he is a lesson horse who I fell in love with. I don't always get to ride him. I actually haven't in 5 months but I will always love him no matter what...

The Year I Had Known Peppy


One year with you
365 days of love
you were my someone who was sent down by a angel from above
your swifter than a dove

365 days ago was the best day of my life
365 days of love,hardships,and you
all of my hard times you helped me make it through
i will always be true to you

You are my love and my sanity
you are my dreams and my humanity
you are everything to me
you are forever free

I can't believe its flown by so fast
so short a time ago was the past
I remember the time i saw you last
riding together just as fast

Thank you for always being there
we've tended to each other with care
our bond is beyond rare
we are best friends forever to share

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When I need a shoulder to lean on
you are always there for me
a love beyond what most can see
you mean the world to me

When I need a little nuzzle
you are there with your velvety muzzle
you are always there to pick me up
when I fall to the ground

When my world turns upside down
you are there by my side
to love me no matter what happens

When I'm facing my darkest days
I'm always comforted by your loving gaze
you are always there for me

You and me forever
we will always be together
we are best friends
you are my world you are my life.

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Hey horse crazy girls!

I have made a lot of posts about peppy before but I have never actually told y'all much about him.

Peppy is the first horse I ever rode and has been the light of my life and my best friend sense we met. Peppy is slightly stubborn, high-spirited and very curious. His favorite treats are peppermint, apples and carrots. He has a bold heart, loving, wild personality... and I mean what's not to love? Lol.

Peppy is a black and white American paint gelding, with a hogged mane, deep brown eyes, a half blaze, a star, four white markings, and the best marking is the lightning shaped marking on his neck. He has the softest coat I have ever felt softer than velvet.

Peppy actually has HYPP which stands for hyperkalimic periodic paralysis. HYPP is a series of muscle tremors which Peppy has in his right shoulder. Peppy used to have it pretty bad and was aggressive when the vet came to give him shots as it was very painful for him.

Peppy only has the attacks 1-2 times a year but has calmed down over the years. (It was before I knew peppy when he was aggressive and stuff.)

Peppy is a prize-winning eventing horse especially in dressage. His show name is Ima Classy Star. He competes with his real owner in level training level events. I hope to compete on him soon.

Peppy is the best horse I could ever hope for and I spend hours a day sitting by the window hoping praying and daydreaming he will be mine. I love him more than anything. (I actually keep a jar of peppermints and carrots for him.)

I'll Miss You (November 2016)


I'm going to miss
My sweet classy star
This year we've come so far
But all good things must come to an end
I'll miss you my lovely best friend

I know it's only a few months of time
and I know it may seem like I'll be too busy
To think of you my friend
But you're always on my mind night and day

The next long winter months will be the hardest of my entire life
But you will stay in pictures and my heart
Until spring starts

Goodbye for a little while
I'll see you as soon as I can
I'll miss you with every beat of my heart
Until we see each other again...

Every winter from December to March I stop riding for horse bowl, if you guys remember what that is from one of my previous posts. I'm really busy and I really don't have time to. I do see Peppy occasionally during that time since horse bowl is held where I ride but I don't get much time with him. I'm really going to miss him until March. This was just a little poem for him.

Peppy,

A hundred hearts would be too few to carry all my love for you:) I love you sweet thing.

Apples?? (December 2016)


It was the day of my annual gymkhana for my horse club and of course I was riding Peppy.

I had just mounted up and I started to walk him around the arena to get him warmed up before trotting and cantering for the events. I had him walking slowly along the rail so he could sniff some of the blankets and towels on the arena fence for some of the gymkhana games so he wouldn't spook once we started.

Along the side of the rail, Peppy stopped and tried to push his head over the fence so I turned him in a circle and walked him by it again figuring it was an object he was frightened by.

So I took him by it and once again he yanked the reins and tried to stick his head over the fence. I just walked him by it and decided to come back to it since he obviously wasn't scared.

A couple minutes later, Peppy was acting a bit crazy which was surprising considering it was only 9 in the morning and he isn't much of a hyper in the early morning.

As we got closer to the fence where he kept stopping, he pricked up his ears and started pulling on the reins. We walked up to it and all of a sudden he yanks the reins from my grasp and sticks his face into a plastic bag sitting on a barrel. It tipped over spilling out and yep, just what you guessed, over a dozen juicy red apples.

I have never seen that horse so happy in my entire life.

Anyway, thought you horse girls would enjoy this little story. :)

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Heartbeat for Horses... Peppy and I forever! :)

My Second Horse Show


Just recently, I had my barn horse show which was my second ever. I was excited to get there and learn that I was riding Peppy.

I got him groomed and tacked up. I braided his short hogged mane and made his coat shine like gold. I rode in 11 classes and I headed down to the arena with the other riders.

I wasn't riding in the first two classes which were walk only for beginners. After those, I mounted and we started our first class which was walk trot on the rail. I placed second.

The next class was walk trot equitation, I placed 3rd out of 8 riders.

Next, I rode my dressage test and placed 5th out of 10 which there were riders who placed above me who had been riding for years longer than I have. The people who placed behind me were a couple advanced beginners and 3 people who had been riding a couple years longer than me.

Next were walk trot canters which I placed first in both.

Then the last 5 game classes, I got 2nd, 4th, 1st 3rd, and another 1st. I also placed second in hunter hack with 12 riders.

Peppy did amazing and I'm so proud of him. I could never have asked for a better day and a better horse to spend it with!

Riding Lessons

I get to the stables early Wednesday morning and hurry into the main barn to see who I am riding in my lesson. I look on the clipboard on the tack room door, I smile broadly to see my name beside Peppy's and hurry out to the pasture with a carrot and his halter slung over my shoulder.

"G'morning Peppy!" I call cheerfully to my favorite horse ever, a black and white Tobiano Paint horse standing out in the field. He picks his ears and and starts towards me with a loving whinny.

I clip on his halter and lead him up to the barn to get groomed and tacked up. I clip him on the cross ties and get to work on cleaning him.

"Why do you always have to roll in red mud?" I ask him lovingly as I curry the large red spot on his shoulder.

After I groomed him and picked out his hooves, I quickly tack him up and lead him towards the arena. I walk inside, fix my stirrups, check my girth and mount up. I love the feeling of sitting on Peppy. I can feel our bond rippling through us.

I start out walking to warm him up while I wait on my riding instructor. Once I'm warmed up and my trainer comes in, I start the rising trot and take a few laps around the arena doing different exercises such as three loupe serpentines, broken lines, and 20 meter circles.

After that, my trainer tells me to go ahead and ask for the canter. I squeeze my legs shorten my reins and make a kissing sound. Peppy breaks into a canter.

I'm still learning to canter so we only do a few circles then its back to the trot. I work on some cross rails at the trot, do some more cantering and exercises then I cool him out and untack him.

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My First Horse, Black Knight

by Olivia
(Ohio)

It was a Sunday afternoon in June. I was walking looking at horses. I stopped and stared at this beautiful black stallion. A man walked up to me. "You want him?" He asked. I nodded.

"Good choice. He's a beauty." He said. So my parents bought the stallion. I named him Black Knight. I rode him right away when we got home. I was so excited. I jumped him too. He was great. I entered him in many shows and races. He always won. He was like an eagle soaring through the sky! I was so proud of him.

But that's when it started... He didn't eat for the next few days. He rolled around and made painful noises. I knew what it was. Colic. I called the doctor and he came right away. He said he could give him a shot for the pain. Days passed. The doctor had done everything he could. He had said we could put him down and end his pain. But I wouldn't give up that easily. Black Knight fought bravely.

Then one day Black Knight lay down grunted and lay still. He never moved again. I cried for many days. But sometimes I think I see his ghost and I know he will always be with me.


The End

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I'm so sad and lonely without horses


It's not fair. Every morning when I go and feed my chickens I always imagine a beautiful horse galloping toward me in the fog. I always act like it's going to happen and I keep waiting for the sound of hoof beats and nickers. I want a horse of my own so bad I do that. And when I watch videos of horses I find myself crying.

What can I do?

Am I alone out there? Does anyone feel the same? Is it like nothing is good about your life without horses? That is what it's like to me.

Horses are my love. My hope.my faith. My dreams. My passion.my heart. My soul. My everything. That is how I feel about them......

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My Dream Horse

by AHorseLovingGirl4ever
(U.S.)


Horses. I love them! What's better than horses? I'm Marissa,a horseless horse girl. My dream horse is a chestnut paint mare named Mocha. I really want a horse of my own.Will my dream ever come true?

"Marissa!" Mom called.

"Coming Mom!"Marissa called back. She ran downstairs and asked, "What is it,Mom?"

"Well, I was thinking... and me and your dad decided on it. You are going to have riding lessons!" Mom said.

"What?!?! That's awesome!! Thanks Mom!!" Marissa said excitedly. "Where am I going to be riding?"

"At Pine Meadow Stables." Mom answered with a smile.

"THAT'S WHERE JADE RIDES!!" Marissa said very excited. "I'm gonna go call Jade right now and tell her!" Marissa thought. So she ran and got the phone and dialed Jade's number. Jade picked up the phone, "Hello?"

"Hi Jade! It's me,Marissa!"

"Oh hi,Marissa!" Jade said.

"Guess what my mom just told me. She said that I could have riding lessons with you!" Marissa explained.

"Oh.." Jade said sadly.

"Aren't you excited?! What's wrong?" Marissa asked worriedly.

"It's just that..S ugar just died last night from a colic." Jade answered almost in tears.

"I'm SO sorry Jade!!" Marissa said thoughtfully.

"It's alright. I'm just sad that I didn't get to say goodbye. Otherwise I KNEW that she hasn't been doing so good lately. The vet said that she may not live. And..she was..right." Jade said again almost in tears.

"Well, I have to get going, I will see you tomorrow at lessons, right?"

"Yeah, I'll be there." Jade replied with a sniff.

"Bye. "Both said to one another and hung up the phone.

In the morning, Marissa woke up early. It was hard to go to sleep last night with all the excitement of the thought of horse riding. She got dressed, slipped on her riding boots, and ran downstairs. "I'm ready, Mom! "Marissa said after eating breakfast.

"Then let's go!" Mom said as she walked out the door. They got in the car and drove off. Marissa was excited as ever! She couldn't wait! Soon, they pulled into Pine Meadow Stables and saw...

To be continued... Comment if you want part 2! :)

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The Wild Grey Mare

by Nina
(Great Britain)

The wind blew through my hair, as I walked across the beach. No one was here to talk to me, I could be left alone, this was paradise. The sand slipped through my toes, the water wooshed about leaving me in a world of my own, when suddenly something happened.

A blur of grey, with a mane and tail, flew past me at a amazing speed. The creature stopped and looked at me. Blue eyes, so shy, yet so fierce staring at me. Reaching out my hand I tried to stroke it, but I was to slow and the creature ran away. From then on I knew it was.. A horse.

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Fashionista Horses

by Loretta
(IL)

There once was a horse named Fashion who lived in Massachusetts with a girl named Loretta.

Loretta loved to ride horses. Her favorite was Fashion. She was ten years old and lived in a house with her mom and dad.

She fed her horses--Pepper, Fashion, Banana, and Bubble everyday. She did not go to a school but went to a horse school to ride horses.

She had friends at horse school. Loretta rode Fashion, Anna rode Pepper, Emma rode Tinsel, Grace rode Jellybean, and Gabby rode Felix.

Some days, Loretta made clothes for Fashion that were fancy for horses.

One day, Fashion was in a big horse show to look the prettiest. But there was a big mistake at the horse show because two of them were wearing the same outfit! The only two horses that came were wearing the same thing!

Then there was another horse show that all the horses came to in the barn. Bubble, Banana, Fashion, and Jelly Bean were at the horse show.

First place was Fashion, second place was Jelly Bean, third place was Banana, and Bubble came in last place. Loretta and Fashion were in the newspaper together!

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Crossroads

by Sydney M.
(Round Rock, TX)


Okay, now this song has inspired me to write a story that is kind based on what the lyres say.

"Cedarwood Road"

I was running down the road
The fear was all I knew
I was looking for a soul that’s real
Then I ran into you
And that cherry blossom tree
Was a gateway to the sun
And friendship once it’s won
It’s won… it’s won

Northside just across the river to the Southside
That’s a long way here

All the green and all the gold
The hurt you hide, the joy you hold
The foolish pride that gets you out the door
Up on Cedarwood, Cedarwood Road

Sleepwalking down the road
Not waking from these dreams
‘Cause it’s never dead it’s still in my head
It was a warzone in my teens
I’m still standing on that street
Still need an enemy
The worst ones I can’t see
You can… you can

Northside just across the river from the Southside
That’s a long way here

All the green and all the gold
The hurt you hide and the joy you hold
The foolish pride that sends you back for more
Up on Cedarwood, Cedarwood Road

If the door is open it isn’t theft
You can’t return to where you’ve never left
Blossoms falling from a tree
They cover you and cover me
Symbols clashing, bibles smashing
Paint the world you need to see
Sometimes fear's the only place we can call our home
Cedarwood Road

And heart that is broken
Is a heart that is open, open, open

Okay now, we’ve got the lyrics; time for me to tell you the story that I just created.




I was running down the a dirt road away from home, away from that barn—away, away was all a could think. Away from that horrible, horrible place… away from that person who did it. And now they wanted me to get back in the game; no sir ree bob! Running was all I could do now, I ran and ran until… suddenly, a wild horse… reddish-brown sorrel the color of fire zoomed past.

“Wow!” I exclaimed, “What a blur!!”

The horse stopped, turned it head and walk toward me. “Hey there girl” I stroked her mane gently. “What’s your name?”

A silence fell, “Well, I’ll call you… hmmm…” I thought and thought, “Well, let me just say that I love your fiery spirit…” she nuzzled me in the ribs. “Whoa, whoa, whoa girl.” I scratched my chin. “Now how about Whirlwind or Fire’ N Ice?” I thought long and hard about those two names for some time; finally, I had it! “How about I call you Whirlwind as an everyday name, but Fire’ N Ice will be a secret code name in case you get lost... and if and when I decide to enter you in some kind of horseshow down the road will say Fire’ N Ice is our show name too, okay?"

Whirlwind nickered excitedly.

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The Legend of Matilda

by Remy
(USA)

Horse

Horse

Matilda was the only horse rider in Jorvik many people thought horses were bad luck!!

"NO! I AM NOT GIVING UP MY HORSE!! Shouted Matilda. "Come on Storm, time to leave. This is no place for us! We're going to moorland, a horse club." They set off and traveled to Moorland.

"Welcome!" Said Thomas as Matilda rode through the gates. Matilda just smiled at him. "Well, you are an experienced rider, you should ride over to vale dale!" Said Thomas. Matilda did as she was told but then a tragedy happened.

Matilda rode across that bridge and fell when they found her and her horse... It was too late, Matilda was gone... Matilda's family heard of this and Matilda's mum said with a sob "the last she wanted was us to ride a horse... I think we should do as she said... For her."

The family learned how to ride a horse and they loved it! They were so happy they opened up Jorvik stables!! Horse riding is a tradition all over Jorvik and other states. They all called it Dawn of the horses.

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My Friend, Haven

by Madalyn
(Albion, Pennsylvania USA)


There was once a girl named Anne. She lived on a farm with her mother and father. They had lots of horses but her favorite was one named Haven. He could not be ridden yet, but he was almost 2 years old. He would be the first horse Anne would ride.

At school, a lot of kids made fun of her. They called her horse girl and said she stinked like a horse. And she had no friends except Haven.

Sometimes, Anne would come off the bus crying and she would run into the horse stalls and Haven would nuzzle her softly.

A few months later, Haven was ready to be ridden. Him and Anne soon became one. Now, Anne was older and became a championship horse rider. People stopped making fun of her and started praising her. They would ask riding tips and such. Although everyone thought they were her friend, Anne had one TRUE friend, and that was Haven.

Anne and Haven won many championships after that. They were one of the best riders. Every championship they went to they won a gold medal.

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Sugar and Spice

by Horse-Lover-Forever


It was a horrible, rainy day at Tall Oak Acres. Cassie Woods sighed. What with all the rain and muddy fields, Cassie was sure that most of her "friends" wouldn't make it to the farm. She knew them, but not as well to call them friends. They were more like...acquaintances.

Cassie knew that there was one friend she could count on coming. Her best friend, Ashley. Ashley Mae. The phone rang loudly, jolting her from her thoughts.

"Hello? Tall Oak Acres here, what do you need?" said Cassie politely.

"Cassie, it's me, Ashley. Uh, I'm really sorry, but...um..." Ashley mumbled.

"But what?" Asked Cassie, feeling confused.

"It's...It's... I can't make it to the farm. I forgot - I had something else on."

Cassie felt two different emotions swelling up inside her; sadness and rage.

"You forgot my BIRTHDAY!?" spluttered Cassie in disbelief, shaking her head. "But we've been planning for weeks! How...How could you?"

"Look, it's not a big deal. I don't know why you're making such a scene. Its, like, SO immature." Ashley replied icily.

Cassie was shocked. REALLY shocked.

"Hey, Ash? Have you finished talking to that LAME girl you told me about? The dumb farmer one? Come on, I want to got to that new Go-Karting place that's just opened up!" said a voice in the background.

Stiffening, Cassie asked, gritting her teeth,"Lame girl? Dumb farmer one? Who is that, Ashley and why were you talking about me!?"

The line was cut dead.

Worst. Birthday. Ever.

This story shall be carried on...

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Samantha Carter: Kidnapped

by heartbeat for horses


Chapter One


12-year old Samantha or Sam Carter raced to the barn pushing the hot summer heat away. She pushed open the heavy barn doors and sniffed in the sweet smell of leather, horses, hay and manure. She could not live without horses, that was for sure.

She made her way down the dim barn aisle and stopped in front of the stall that held her beautiful bay paint mare, Shasta. "Morning girl!" Sam said and dug out a cube of sugar from her overall pocket.

Sam loved Saturdays. She could wear whatever she pleased and could ride as long as she wanted. She grabbed a body brush from outside Shasta's stall and quickly began brushing her dusty coat off. "I'm so glad it's summer now girl! I can ride everyday, and not have to wear dresses and petticoats!" She exclaimed as she tossed her brush in the corner of the stall and grabbed her bridle off the hook outside her stall.

With the swiftness of many years of practice, she bridled her in seconds and started to lead her out of the stall. "Goin' somewhere Sam?" A voice said from behind her. She spun around to see her 26-year old brother, Jake, standing beside a hay bale his blue eyes were icy chips.

"You once again forgot to clean the saddles and now we're all behind this morning. Instead of going out on the range to bring in the cattle we're stuck cleaning saddles for a couple hours." he said in disgust. "OH NO!" Sam yelped. "I forgot about it last night. One of the wranglers was working with that new colt and said I could watch, I was going to get it afterwards, honest!"

Her brother didn't look convinced. "I'm sorry," she finished lamely. "Well if you're sorry, when you get back from your ride you're cleaning every single piece of tack in that tack room until it shines. Got it?" Jake said. He obviously wasn't fooling around. Sam gulped. "Got it," she said and spun around. She quickly led Shasta out of the barn and swung into the saddle.

She nudged her heels into Shasta's sides and broke into a breakneck gallop leaving Jake's stubborn, angry gaze far away.

PART TWO COMING SOON!

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Andrew

by Gabrielle
(VA)

By the way this story is fake but if it ever happened I would tell you people FOR SURE. This is my first story so please give me a good rating. Here's the story guys I hope you like it! :)

There was this horse named Andrew that I loved. Every day I'd go to the barn and ride him. And then one day when I was in a lesson riding him something spooked him and he bucked and reared and bucked. I fell off and cried in pain.

My riding instructor helped me up and I got right back on. He was great the rest of the time. And when the lesson ended my riding instructor called me to come here and that she wanted to talk to me. I went over and this is what she said: "We are having a horse show in three weeks and by that time I want you in control of your horse. Show him who is in charge who is boss. Ok?"

I was very ashamed and promised myself to get in control. I read all the horse books when I got home and even when my mom called for cookies I said "Not now." I was ready the next week fort a group lesson. And when she told me to do things I did them.

My parents saw one day that Andrew was for sale and near my Birthday they bought him for me. I was soooooooooooooooo happy! It was the best day of my life even better than the day I met the saddle club cast and they shook my hand and hugged me! I thanked my mom and dad so much that I think they got a little annoyed. It was the best day ever!

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Saving Luna

by Hannah
(Canada)

Photo credit: aloiswohlfahrt via I'd Pin That

Photo credit: aloiswohlfahrt via I'd Pin That

Luna was a frisky Hanoverian mare, with a stubborn personality and a fear of humans. My parents rescued her from a high-end show barn where the horses where treated with no respect. The owner insisted that the equines where to be whipped whenever they did the opposite of what they were forced to do. As that will probably paint a horrible image in your mind, I will move on.

Luna came to us, terribly afraid of any human that crossed her path. So, I made it a priority to show Luna that there still is a friendly person in the world.
. . .
"It's ok, big girl. I won't hurt you," I crooned to the big chestnut mare. She stared back at me with a fearful look and trotted the other direction. She had such a wonderful conformation. Arched neck, she pranced on. "You'll never catch me," she seemed to chant. "OK, time for our first training session."

I studied the round pen I stood in.

Then I looked at Luna's body language. She didn't look happy. Ears pinned, muscles tensed, Luna stationed herself as far away from me as she could. Then I remembered what I had learned from training my Thoroughbred gelding, Prince. Luna's eyes rolled and she showed off the whites. She was obviously in a distressed state.

I tried to ignore her, and push aside the sea of thoughts that crowded my head. I stood at the gate, trying to look harmless. All I wanted was to share the space. I stood there for what seemed like quite some time, and Luna eventually gave a long sigh. I smiled slightly and left the ring.
. . .

The following month I was beginning to get some progress. We had established personal space, and touch Luna's forehead when she allowed me to. I had clucked my tongue to get her attention, and finally was able to catch her. Luna even backed up on command. Now I had her on a lead rope, and was teaching her to stand still beside me.

I held the lead rope in one hand and stood about three feet from her nearside. She attempted to move off, skittering along the grass, but a gentle click of the tongue caught her attention and she stood still at my side.

Each training lesson was got easier every time. "I can't believe how far you've come in a little over a month," I whispered to the horse. "You're a miracle."

Because she was doing such a wonderful job in everything I had asked her to do, I tried testing to see if she would walk toward me with a little convincing. I held my hand in front of her face, and she laid her ears back ever so slightly. I backed way from her and she almost stayed in place. The only movement she made was an agitated stamp of her foreleg.

"Good girl," I breathed.

She seemed to understand my compliment, because she perked her delicate ears forward at the sound of my voice. I clucked my tongue and she took cautious steps toward me. Inside, I was whooping with joy. I decided to give her a well deserved rest, but couldn't wait to continue the next day.
. . .

After many months more of training and bonding, Luna was ready to be mounted. I was over the top excited and had a hard time controlling my emotions. During the past few months I had gotten her used to the saddle and bridle again, but now was the pay-off.

I lead her over to the small mounting block my father had placed on the side of the round pen, and asked her to stop with the wave of my hand. I ever so slowly placed the reins over her head and strolled to her nearside where the mounting block was located.

I was scared but confident, and my confidence seemed to take over. I swung aboard with such swiftness, my mother gave me a thumbs-up from outside the pen. Luna tensed for only a minute, then swiveled her ears around to take in the sounds around her.

I nudged her sides, and off we went. Just like a push-button pony, she seemed to jump into a swaying walk. A smile stretched across my face and I could see tears in my mother's eyes.

When Luna came, she was an uncontrollable horse, like a mustang who had been chased by a pack of wolves. But now she was a good-natured Hanoverian show horse, obeying the lightest touch from my boot heel. It was pure miracle.
. . .

Tears filled my blue eyes as I watched a blue ribbon wave in the gentle breeze. The ribbon hung from Luna's polished leather bridle. She was a champion, and a fighter. She pushed through her fear of human beings with a little help from I, Amanda B. She truly was a miracle horse.

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I will save them all

by Kylie
(CA)


I watched outside as water poured down from the sky, the only thing I could think about was what they were going to do with that horse at the barn I rode at. The owners of that beautiful paint gelding had dropped him off without ever looking back, they had stopped paying board a few weeks ago and I had heard the barn manager Lisa on the phone with a man saying he was going to be picked up soon. Picked up for what? I wondered.

RRIINNNNNGGGGGGG. I looked over at my desk where a picture of Nora was flashing on my cell phone screen. She was grooming her old horse Sparky In the photo, I still remember that day she lost him. Flashbacks appear as I think back to that dreadful day, I was at the local auction with my aunt looking for a companion horse for her brand new filly when Nora had called me.

“Hey! What’s up! Can I call yo…” “Sarah! My dad sold Sparky! He’s on his way to the auction right now! They just got back from the Caribbean and they said he was getting to old for me! He’s only 12 years old!” She was sobbing uncontrollably. She didn’t know that I was already there with my Aunt, I was just about to tell her when I saw a strong black horse enter the circle. He had a white stocking on the back of his right leg... just like Sparky.

I quickly hung up the phone and grabbed my Aunt by the arm. “We have to bid on him!” She turned around to grab her paddle when the words SOLD rung in my ears! I froze as I watched a kill buyer take Sparky away to his death. To this day Nora doesn’t know what happened to Sparky... and she never will.

I jumped back into reality and quickly answered my phone. “Hello?” “Sarah! They are taking the horse now, you have to come to the barn quickly!” I ran out the door like lightning and grabbed my boots. Oh great. I thought, my older brother decided to “borrow” my truck. Now how am I going to get there? I heard a soft whinny and looked over to where my old pony Sugar was standing in her paddock.

My parents had bought her for me when I was eight years to teach me how to ride on her. My dad had rescued her from an abusive family and took her here, where he taught me how to care for her properly. There’s no way I’m taking her, she’s too old! It wouldn’t be safe. Although it could save that horse's life. I looked into Sugar's eyes and I could feel her telling me to saddle her up.

So I ran into the tack room that was now infested with spider webs because it had been so long since anyone had been there. None of the old saddles fit me anymore so I just grabbed a bridal and rode her bareback. The stables weren’t too far from where I lived so it wasn’t too much of a hassle for Sugar to take me there.

Once we arrived I saw Nora running down the path towards me. She was pointing to the stables. She was still too far for me to hear I couldn’t make out what she was saying. Just then as if Sugar knew what was happening, she bolted down the path and galloped over to the stable dodging rocks and oceans of water. “Sugar!” I yelled. Then I looked up and saw Lisa glaring at me holding the paint gelding in her hands. He looked terrible, like he hadn’t eaten in a month which was probably true. “Sarah what in God’s name are you doing here?!?” Nora ran up behind me out of breath. “This is wrong!” I said. A man with a long black beard came from the other side of the cattle trailer. “Go home girls!” I looked straight at him as if I was daring him to touch me. Nora stepped forward to defend me. “Lisa stop this! It’s not the horse's fault you stopped getting your checks!”

She was silent as she started to load him in the trailer. I jumped in front of her to block her. “Sarah!?!” “You can’t put a horse in a cattle trailer they will hit their heads or break something!” “I don’t care!!!” I could see the anger in her eyes as she spoke this. Everyone was quiet as we waited for the next thing. “This man paid me 300 dollars for this mutt and that’s a whole lot more then I would have gotten from anyone else! So unless you have 400 dollars on you he’s going in this trailer!” She started to go again when I thought of Sparky at the auction. The words sold still ringed in my ears. I couldn’t save him but I could save this horse. “Okay, can I write you a check? That is all you have wanted right?” She stopped and looked at me startled.

“You would buy a stupid horse just so it could have a nice field to stand in?” I nodded. She looked at the kill buyer and then back at me. “Fine I’m leaving!” He yelled as if he already knew what was going to happen. I smiled and looked back at Lisa. “Alright then girl where is your check book?”

Nora and I pulled into my driveway with her two horses, horse trailer. My mother was outside by Sugar's pen with a confused face. “Uh Oh.” I said. She looked over to us and frowned. Nora pulled up and rolled her window down. “Hey Connie! You will never believe what your daughter did today!” “By the looks of it she took our Sugar out for a much needed ride and brought back another horse.” I pushed past Nora to look at my mom. “I had to do something! They were going to send him to slaughter!” She gave me an apologetic look. “Just like your father, always rescuing those horses.”

I could see a tear run down her face. My father had passed away about five years ago trying to rescue a horse trapped in an electric fence. It wasn’t on when he had gotten there but only minutes later the timed limit was up and there was nothing anyone could do. The horse and my father both died that day. She wiped it away looked straight at me. “I should have known you would've started where he left off, I have been waiting for this day, unload the horse and bring him in the barn.” I grinned and jumped out of the truck. Nora and I brought him out and into the barn.

“So what are you going to name him?” “I don’t know... how about Lucky.” “Lucky? I like it!” She grabbed the brush box and we started grooming. We were out there for hours until my mom told us it was time to go inside. “Nora you can stay here if it’s alright with your folks.” “Thank you Connie.” What my mother didn’t know was Nora's parents were never home. They were always off in some faraway place having a blast. I turned out the lights and wished Lucky a good night sleep. Training would start tomorrow.

I walked into my bedroom to see Nora lying on the floor in a pile of blankets. “Do you think you can help him?” She asked. I thought about the question for a bit, can I? Honestly I don’t know. “Yes.” I said. “I will save them all.”

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Faster than an Arrow and Quicker than Lightning

by Kayla
(Alabama)

Arrow

Arrow

I've always dreamed of being faster than an arrow and quicker than lightning. I never thought my dream would become true until the day I mounted Arrow... for about 8 seconds.

My neighborhood was fairly suburban with a 4-foot space between houses. The only animal that anyone thought to keep was a dog or the occasional cat. Although, if you dared to venture further into the small houses and tiny yards you might see a field and fences, and horses.

One steaming summer day, me and my sister rode down the perfectly paved road all the way to the land of horses. I dismounted my orange bike throwing off to the side and into the tall grass. The grass whispered as I made my way through it.

A tall brown horse was waiting for me. The horse was about 15 hands high and was feed and watered but was not cared for the way a horse should. The horse mane was full of burrs and its fur was matted in more than one area.

"I want to name him Jasper!" My sister announced. I jerk and startled the horse in front of me.

"Jasper. Are you kidding me?" I asked.

"Nope, but that light brown one looks like Dominique."

"Fine then that one is Johnny."

"You're catching on." My sister, Jessica had an unmistakable twinkle in her eyes.

"No, no, no, no. Uh-uh. Horses are pretty and deserve pretty names, but for your sake Dominique and Jasper will remain the same, but Bob is now Arrow." I said pointing the black and white horse which later I found out was an appaloosa.

"Agreed. Motion carried." Jessica grinned from ear to ear.

I walked further down. I wanted to be way farther out of the houses view point.

"So, do you want to ride one?" I asked.

"Are you kidding? That's-that's like illegal, Rae." Jessica hissed.

"I don’t see a no trespassing sign. Do you?" I replied.
"Alright fine, but if we get in trouble I’m Jill and you are Joan."
"Whatever makes you happy." I said hoisting myself over the fence.
"You’ve ridden horses before, right?" I asked Jessica.
"Course! You’re so oblivious. Well I did ride them until Mama said the lessons were too expensive." Jessica looked down cast.

I was willing to do just about anything to make her happy, "Here’s your shot, make it count."

I took her arm and lead her to the previously named horse, Arrow.

"Can do something to make it stop moving?" Jessica implored.

I ripped up a handful of grass and held it up for the gelding to eat.

"I still don’t know about this," she bit her lip. "You try."

I looked eagerly at the horse. To be honest I had waited a while to ride a horse. I had always been rather envious of Jessica’s weekly horse lessons. When I finally got the nerve to ask, my mom pulled her out because of the expenses.

I stepped on the tree stump near by and lifted my leg over Arrow’s back. I felt a tingle go up my spine at Arrow’s first movement. I could tell the horse didn’t know what to do with it's self so it started running. I started slipping at the 5 second mark. 3 seconds later I was rolling in the dust.

"Jessica, did you see me ride!?"

"Yeah, that whole eight seconds was super impressive." Jessica said with her dripping in sarcasm.

Personally, I didn’t care if Jessica hated or loved it, but those eight seconds would never be forgotten because I moving faster than an arrow and quicker than lightning.

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Star's Spotlight.

by Faith

Photo credit: 387310 via I'd Pin That

Photo credit: 387310 via I'd Pin That

I walked down the path, glancing uneasily behind me. It was a strange feeling, almost like someone was watching me. The sun shone merrily but somehow, it made me feel uneasy. Something wasn't quite right.

Maybe it was the terrible storm last night? suggested a little voice in my head.

No, I'm too used to these wild country storms, I answered myself.

Suddenly, I heard a loud noise. It was a crash, as if trees had been hit.

By what?, I thought nervously as I backed away.

Just then, a horse stepped out into the sunlight. It was a fully-grown mare. Her mane and tail were covered in dust, twigs and mu. Her entire body was caked in mud which had dried and covered her mercilessly. Only the upper part of her neck was safe from this monster. On her forehead there was a white star and on the upper part of her neck was completely black.The area near her stomach was hollower than the rest of her body so I assume that she was starving and super thin.

For a moment, we stared at each other. We were both equally shocked.

Finally, the black mare walked towards me, her head low.

Suddenly, she charged.

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Broken Hope

by Anna

Alex and Ares

Alex and Ares

It comes back in flashes. The bright colors of the crowd. A soaring feeling. Falling. Screams. A sound of impact. But what is missing? Then one day I remember. My horse.

I am lying in the hospital bed, unable to move, when I remember. Ares. That's who is missing. It all comes back to me in a rush.

I am at the Nationals. I am the rider that everyone is looking at. Other riders see me as the competition. Yet I have no doubt that I will win. I need to win this one show jumping class. So confidently trot into the arena on Ares. My round starts and Ares and I go.

We fly over jump after jump. The crowd is gasping and cheering as Ares and I clear every jump. The last jump is a wide spread. I feel something different in Ares stride. I don't think about it and urge him on. We take the jump a second too late. Ares hits the first pole and I feel myself flying over the jump.

The crowd is screaming as I fall right into the tallest pole. I feel it break and I hit the ground. The last thing I see is Ares falling to the ground.

Sobs rack my body as I remember. Mom and Dad hurry into the room. "Alex! What happened?!" Mom sits on the edge of the bed and strokes my hair. I manage to choke out, "Ares," before I keep crying.

"Oh sweetie," Dad says. "He is alright. Ms. Carole is taking care of him. Guess what? Lela is coming to visit this afternoon. She will tell you about Ares." Lela is my best friend. She was at national also.

"That's not what I am worried about dad. Ares! What did I do to him?! I felt something was wrong. Yet I still pushed him! If I stopped him, would I still be riding? Would I be laying in a hospital bed with a broken arm, leg and collarbone? Would I have a punctured rib?! No!" I am screaming by the end.

I start to cry again. I hear Mom and Dad talking. Then I here Lela's familiar and comforting voice. "Hey Alex."

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I am a Jockey

by Emily
(Albuquerque, New Mexico, US.)

The hot summer sun shone down on me. I began to sweat. But I felt confident.

My palomino mare, Peach, and I had been training for this race for a whole year. We were ready.

5 minutes before the race, I heard my best friend, Hanna Klovsky, shout,"Go,Tina,go!"
I felt even better.

Suddenly,I got nervous. My breathing became heavy. Then I heard the gunshot. We ran like crazy.

I bent down. The wind whipped my hair. Peach ran like the wind. After awhile, I overtook the second-place horse. Then, the first-place horse and I were nose-to-nose. I bent down more.Peach ran faster. We overtook him! Just then, I crossed the finish line.

When I got my trophy, I couldn't be happier. It was the best day of my life, and I was only 10!

At dawn, I couldn't sleep anymore. I snuck out of the house and into the stable. Peach was there, whinnying softly. I pet her, fed her a carrot, and asked her," Wanna go for a ride?" I led her out of the stable.

We rode around the yard. Peach was so fast. I loved being a 10-year-old jockey. I am a jockey. I love horses.

I fell asleep again, in the stable. I woke up next to Peach. Like I said, I am a jockey.

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Different country, Different Horse

by Annabel
(Tauranga)


" Muuuuum!" My little brother Jacob whined." Are we there yet? This is taking ages!" "Jacob! Stop your silly whining and SHUT UP!" My Dad replied. Jacob burst into tears. I glanced at Jacob. I felt sorry for him, Dad can be pretty harsh sometimes.

I woke up to a jolt, we must have landed. The grass looked dryer, there was more people here than is Auckland, New Zealand. We were now in Texas. " Wow, This place is pretty cool, dont you think Anna? Mum asked, trying to break the silence. " I guess so" I reply. That was not the truth. I hate it here already. I miss my friends, miss Blue-Bell stables, miss my life back in Auckland.

We lug our heavy suitcases to the old ranch truck, with a driver that was supposed to take us to our house. I dont even know what our house looks like. " Howdy!" A old man says, leaning on the old truck. " Hello!" My Dad says, and we all say hello quietly as well. Wait.. Did he say Howdy? Dont horse riders say howdy? " ARE YOU A HORSE RIDER!" I say too loudly. " Anna!" My dad says, with a frown on his face. " No way you are getting me near to one of those beasts! Im a sheep farmer!" The rancher, who lately I find out his name is Ben. " Hop right in, and i will drive you to your new home!" he says, So we all hop in the truck, that smells heavily like sweat.

CHAPTER TWO ( im new at this so i dont know how to do chapters!

We rumble down a dusty Texas driveway. We pull up at a old but yet modern 2 story house, made out of bricks. " Here we are!' Mum says. I look on, unimpressed. Our house in auckland was wayyyyy better than this old dump. Ben had obviously seen the look on my face, and he said " It better inside than it is outside.." " Hop out, This is our new home!" Dad said, the first thing since being on the plane. I hop out of the car. The place faintly smells.... Smells of horse feed and leather! Impossible.... This is not a horse ranch! Mum walked up the concrete steps to the house and slowly unlocked the door. The house looked so empty! " Don't worry honey, the movers are coming tomorrow with all our stuff." " Why don't you have a look around the property?" Mum says. " Ok" I say.

I walk around the house.......... OMG THERE IS A STABLE!!!!! There is also 3 paddocks! OMG! I slowly stalk into the stables to have a closer look. I see a black shape moving in the shadows.. Its a horse! O.M.G......

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Flickering Hope

by Mackenzie
(Texas)

I laid on the stone cold floor of a giant building they had put me in. I didn't care anymore, I had been throughout too much to care anymore. Beaten and abused, waiting for the ever-present darkness to creep over me forever, never to be light again. If only it were that easy to just get away from it all. I hadn't done anything wrong, I had just been loaded up on a trailer and shipped out to the country side with no people to hear the moans of me and horse around me.

The pain and bleeding had come back on my shoulder where I had been cut on the side of the trailer. Finally, I let my knees buckle for me to lay down to get weight off my shoulder. It felt good to have room to lay down, not that I had much of it.

I could hear the shuffling hooves of horses around me and smell the musty hay that was never given to us. See the sun glistening through a crack and bouncing off the water in a bucket we never had the joy of drinking. All of us were confused on where we were but we were just to tired to scared and to abused to care anymore.

If only I could have a nice owner for once, one that would appreciate me and love me for who I was and not who they forced me to be. I just remember tight reins, sharp bits, small saddles, and heavy people. I didn't know where I remembered it from though. I had been hit so much i couldn't remember anything, even my name. Nothing but a Flickering hope was left

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The Star Stable Mysteries

by Sydney M
(Round Rock, TX, U.S.A.)

The Star Stable Mysteries

The Star Stable Mysteries

Book 1: Case of the Missing Horses

I was riding along on my trusted horse Cinnamonswirl when I heard a terrifying cry from the barn; we raced to the barn just in time to see Maya, the barn manager.

“Hi, Maya” I said, as I leapt of Cinnamonswirl back.

“Oh, Hi Annabelle” she sighed. “Oh, thank goodness; I see you still have Cinnamonswirl—that’s good”

“Still have?. … What do you mean?

”Oh…well...you see, I…” she stammered, obviously stalling.

“Maya, stop stalling” I barked. “Whatever it is you can tell me”.

“Well, okay…” she sighed. “You know your beloved horse and ponies?”

“Yeah”

“Well, they’ve…sorta…kinda…well” she went on hesitantly, then finally blurted. “They have escaped”

“What?” I said puzzled, “Cinnamonswirl did you heard that—you and my two ponies have apparently escape; aww, have you ever heard of such a darn thing” I chuckled.

“I’m not talking about Cinnamonswirl” she interrupted, “I’m talking about your other horse”

“What!? You mean Scarletdimmed, Rosepetal and Snowflake. They’ve all escaped?”

“Yes, I’m afraid so” she replied

”How” I demanded,

“Well…” she began, as I pulled out my little notebook with a weathered brown covering and the words “Star Stable” etched on the front, and erasable pen from my pocket.

“There was a big thunderstorm” she continued. “I tried to stay awake—really I did… to calm them, I mean… they just looked so scared”

“Uh-hmm, go on” I listened intently,

“Then as if out of nowhere all of the horses just
started rearing, bucking and going nuts” she paused, terror and fright seem to be going through her as if it had just happened. She shivered.

“Anything else?”

“Oh, yes” she looked at me. “Then the lights went out, and while I went to go get some lanterns, I heard a strange noise coming from the stalls, and when I went back to check-- I found Jason moorland in the center of the barn, and all the horses just disappeared. What do you think happened?”

“Well, I don’t know” I said pondering her words.

“But I do know one thing; I, Annabelle Mysteryride am on the case!”

“Well thank you, but I’m just not going to assign this to just anyone, no. what I need is… a detective”

“And what make you so sure I’m not a detective?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh no reason, you just don’t look like a detective”

“I most certainly am a detective, and to prove it to you: here’s my ID” I reached into my back pocket and pulled out a little white card to show to Maya.

“Oh here, let’s see” she took it and began to read. “Our fairly new resident Annabelle Mysteryride whom also doubles as our newest… detective”

“Oh, so I guess you are a detective after all”

“Yep”

“So I guess you can be entrusted with solving this case…” she said.

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Reba - A True Story

by Caroline
(Kildeer, IL)

I met Reba when I was at a horseback riding camp. One of the helpers brought Sammie, Martina and I to a pasture. Her name was Trine the first helper. She showed us a black/brown horse named Ebony and a fuzzy white horse named, Emma. The last was a chestnut mare named Reba.

When I touched her her coat was like velvet. I stood on the fence and hugged her. She didn't spook one bit. I love her. There was a fake papier mache flower on the ground by the pasture. I picked it up and set it by Reba's ear. Still no spooking. She was so sweet. She looked perfect.

Next time I go to horseback riding, I'm going to ask one of the people that are pros at the barn if Reba was a lesson or school horse. School horse I hope. Reba is a diamond to me now, I love her. The best thing that would happen to me is if I could ride her.

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How to create the ultimate horse crazy room


For most horse crazy girls we have our room horse-themed. So today, I'm going to put some easy, cheap steps on how to make the ultimate horsey room.

1. Clean the room if it's not already.
2. Go to thrift stores and garage sales to find cheap horse pillows and toys and such.
3. Put up lots of horse posters.
4. Buy some model horses like schleich breyer.
5. If you ride, you can display your riding boots and helmet in your room.
6. Find or take horse pictures and put them in some frames on your desk.
7. Find a horse bedspread and sheets.
8. Make decorations such as drawings paintings hang a fishing hook at the top of your room and hang your ribbons on it. It makes a perfect border.
9. If you have not outgrown them, consider putting stuffed horses on your bed.
10. Try to find an old really cheap saddle for a few bucks at a yard sale. Put it up in your room.
11. There are some great websites out there for horsey rooms.
12. Have fun!

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Horse bowl and hipppology


Okay, so you're probably all wondering what horse bowl is. Horse bowl is like jeopardy with buzzers and it's all about horses. It's awesome and you learn a whole lot. Hippology is the study of markings and stuff.

I will include some fun horse bowl questions down below and you comment and tell me the answer. I will say you got it right if you did.

Q1 - what are 5 major muscles of the horse?

Q2 - when riding what is a horses rhythm?

Q3 - what is the periople?

Q4 - what breed of horse is most commonly affected by equine night blindness?

Q5 - in degrees how far is the horses vision?

Q6 - where is the poll on a horse?

Q7 - define homozygous

Q8 - what breed of pony originated in Wales?

Q9 - what is a colt?

Q10 - what is a castrated male horse called?

You have a week to answer the questions then I will comment and post all the answers. I know all this information and I'm on a horse bowl team so yes I will give you the correct information.

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Wild Fire

by Lauren
(Wisconsin)

Flame

I ran and the wind ran with me. The wind is a strange creature; he sneaks up as the creeping mouse, runs fearlessly beside me as the roaring lion, than padding away as the light-footed deer. I noticed the wind, but barely. The only sounds in my head were the drumming of my running hoofbeats and the frightened snorting of my here.

My herd. My family. They were all I knew and I struggled to keep up with their fast paced dash to safety, my heart beating frantically. As if she could hear my panicked heart, Mama, at my side, glanced down at me clearly worried. It scared me to see the fear in her eyes. Mama wasn’t scared of anything. This was wrong. Why were we leaving our home in the lush, green meadow?

I wanted to stop, to halt, to give up, but when I slowed, the great force of the panicked horses behind me pushed me forward, submerging me is a pool of brown and grey. My own golden coat was lost in the colors of my herd and the world around me. The hazy, purple mountains we were headed for made me feel small and helpless, a tiny speck of gold in a maze of rock and stone. But my father, Storm, pushed us towards them, seeming to think we could defend ourselves from the horrors behind us.

But I started to tire, as did the other foals. Seeing us stumbling and tripping, my father swerved quickly into the dark forest.

Come, came the commanding nicker. We’ll be safe here.

The shadows of the dark forest consumed us as we stepped warily into the trees.

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The Horse Whisperer :)

by Oliwia
(UK)

Echo was really with Poppy!

Echo was really with Poppy!

"Echo?!are you he-re?!" Emma carefully opened the crooked gate, It was a gloomy and mysterious day. Fog was hovering about everywhere and Emma was in danger. What if Echo jumps out and scares me! Thought Emma.

This wasn't the kind of Pony day she had imagined.

"Emma!Emma!where are you!!" Shouted Polly the owner of the stables "She must have gone looking for Echo and got lost, I mean who can't get lost in this weather. I could hardly find Apache's stall this morning and It's right outside the office!" Explained Apache's owner Melanie.

"This isn't right, If she went out you know she goes up to the crooked gate and back, maybe she's there!!!" Replied Polly "Yes!" Echoed a million voices, the whole stable was with them because they heard the news.

"Polly! Polly!" shouted Emma as she walked through the crunchy leaves "Emma!" a voice echoed round Emma like a tornado what is that Emma thought as she saw a figure standing at the crooked gate, it was Polly and next to her was Emma's beloved horse, Echo.... To be continued
Part 2 coming soon :)

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Flashback

by Sydney M.
(Round Rock, TX)


I was stumbling about in a blinding darkness of trash and debris, hoping to find something, or at least some kind of answer. Then I found it!

Out of blinding darkness, I saw a light. I ran toward it, as if it held all the answers. But I was wrong, for when I came out of the tunnel I could clearly see the remains of an old barn?

"What could this mean?" I thought, scratching my head. Then I remembered. "Oh no!" Bells and whistles began shrieking in my mind and I wanted to desperately fight to wake up from this horrible dream. But I knew that it wasn't a dream, this was real!

I ran and ran. As I began rummaging through the barn's remains, I was thinking, "No, no, no, no!" but yes, yes, yes—though the dusty remains I saw the dusty, burned-up black ash-colored edges of horses.

I couldn't even finish my thought, I gulp and said: "Sk..sk..skull..." I slowly picked it up. Immediately, visions of the fire started flowing back into my mind.

It started out okay. I was busy grooming my absolute favorite horse in the whole wide world—Kashan, when I heard a faint whinny in the distance. It sounded as if it was in trouble!

"Well, Kashan," I said, giving him a pat. "Looks like we’re going to have to cut your grooming session short.” I paused, for once—like him, I liked our time together. But horses come first. "I hope you’re ready to do some riding today huh?" I sighed. Kashan snorted, for I had already ridden him once today. Nevertheless, he knew this was serious.

I finished brushing as quickly as I could—and honestly I hated every minute of it. After I had finished, I walked Kashan over to the mounting ramp, and mounted. I walked him a few paces before taking off at a trot.

"Whoa!" I suddenly heard myself say. Kashan obeyed. I looked at the little mare standing in the mud before me. She looked scared. "It’s okay," I said, hopping off Kashan. "We’re here to help." I looked around for a rope or something to lasso her with, but found nothing. I looked up at Kashan with sad eyes, "what do I do?" I whispered, as if he’d know.

Just then, I could see something glowing out of the corner of my eye. It was a lasso? Could I have forgotten to check my horse's saddle bag? Wait, saddle bag? I don’t have any. There, on either side of Kashan, I saw 2 golden saddle bags, I was still in shock as I walked slowly over to one, and then the other.

The left one contained a golden lasso while the right one contained a jug of cold water and fresh red apples.

"I know what to do!" I exclaimed, grabbing the lasso. I twirled the lasso over my head once, twice, then on the third time I tossed it up into the air with it landing perfectly over that little pony’s head.

Tying the other end of the lasso around the saddle horn I said, "Okay Kashan, now you know what you have to do." Kashan nuzzled my arm. "Well, okay then." I said, hopping back on. Then a sudden silence came over me as if I was pondering, suddenly I took action.

"On three," I whispered, as if someone could hear— "one..." I started, "two..." I took a breath, "three!" And on that note I dig in my heel into Kashan’s sides...

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That Wild One

by Ami
(America's Southern States)

Photo credit: Public Domain Pictures via I'd Pin That

Photo credit: Public Domain Pictures via I'd Pin That

It was June 7th. My Aunt had just agreed last week that we could get him. The love of my life. That wild love of my life. His name was Sargent. We found him online in the Mustang Association.

We lived in Montana. Only once in a while the lucky ones would just barely get a glimpse of the herd that lived in the valley. Just Barely..

It was Sunday morning, and it was 10:15. " Come on, Lily. Get a move on! We gotta be at church in 10 minutes!" said my Aunt Lacey. " I'm coming! One last thing."

I was wearing a nice over-shirt and a white tank-top, with a knee-length jean skirt and my boots. The dressy ones. The dark brown and teal ones. I don't wear makeup so I just brushed my hair and hopped into her 55 Chevy pick-up. On the way to church I spotted a dappled buckskin in a round pin.

"Aunt Lacey? Is it possible that I can have a mustang of my own?" I just had to ask. " Lily, I know I live on a ranch and all but you have to find the one that clicks! The one that you truly want."

I rolled my eyes. Mentally. "Aunt Lacey, I did! I found Sargent. He's a wild 3 1/2 year old just 45 miles from here! Bay dappled, and a white sock on his front left pastern. He sells for only 1,250. He is all sorts of breeds mixed to make the ultimate mustang! Please?"

Only then did she seem to think about it. "I will talk about it after church, okay? Think you can last that long?" She half-smiled. "Yes! One-million times yes!" By the time we had talked about it all, we were in the church parking lot. I eagerly jumped out of the truck and waited for her to catch up.

After church was over, I jogged to the truck and waited for her to unlock it and get in. " So, I thought about Sargent. If you have enough money saved up, we will see about adopting him from the association."

I had tears rolling down my cheeks and dropping on my boots as I hugged and thanked her." On one condition. You work in the barn, with the ranch hands and with me until you and I can pay it off together. Now, how about some cornbread, corn and beans, and some roast beef for lunch then homemade vanilla ice cream for dessert?" It tasted better than it sounded to me...

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Big dreams are possible - Melanie and Blush

by Romah
(Australia)

Early one summer morning Melanie, a young and talented rider, was walking through the stables to see her new palomino show pony.
Blush was standing in the sunshine while the light glistened on his golden coat.
Melanie ran up and hugged him then Buttercup her little Shetland pony.

Buttercup stuck his head high to reach Melanie’s pocket and he found a carrot. She pulled it out and the ponies started munching it. She grabbed Blush’s halter and slipped it over his head and led him out. As usual he tried to grab a piece of grass.

Melanie had a riding lesson in fifteen minutes. She tacked up Blush then she took the cover off her saddle and walked out to the arena where her instructor Myra was waiting for her. Myra was a loving lady that lived down the road from Melanie.

Melanie wasn’t strong enough to do up her girth this time she forgot to check it. As she put her foot in the stirrup then the saddle slipped and she fell. Myra came over and said “Are you ok?” Melanie stood up and said “Yeah I’m fine” Myra did her girth up. “Okay are you ready to hop on”

Melanie took Blush for a nice easy trail ride to cool him off then she took him back to the stable.
She gave Blush a wash a clean rug was put on him and a piece of hay was put in his paddock. Melanie had her usual stable chores to do. She finished mucking out the stables and paddocks. She then grabbed a halter from her tack box and got Buttercup. Melanie new that he had been down to a muddy dam so she had to wash him.

At dinner that night Melanie heard a knock who’s that she thought. She got up and opened the door. It was Jess, Jess was Melanie’s best friend and they took riding lessons together. The girls were always having sleepovers but this time Melanie wasn’t aware of it. “Come in” Melanie said.

Jess unloaded her pony Summer from the float and he reared up and bolted. “We have to find him” said Jess clearly panicking.
So they split up to find Summer.
They found Summer in the back of Blush’s paddock. They all new that Summer jumped the fence to get there.

They got all the ponies settled comfortably in their stables and calmed Summer down a bit but she was still constantly kicking the half door. Jess was going to stay with Melanie for three weeks.

It was the day of the show and the girls were braiding their horses manes and tails. Melanie was ready to compete. Blush leaped over the first jump while Melanie was urging him into a canter then once she finished she had a ribbon in her hand and Jess ran up to her and high-fived her.

Jess's show had been canceled due to not enough people entered but the girls were okay with that. When they got home Melanie stuck a picture of her and Blush together on her wall with her ribbon.

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The heart of a champion: Our world's greatest racehorse, Secretariat

Photo credits: Wally Gobetz, Flickr

Photo credits: Wally Gobetz, Flickr

Secretariat has truly captured my heart. He was the world's greatest racing legend. The most amazing, loving, spirited horse that ever existed in the world and the best horse ever to be written in the JC. So legendary, his name can never be used for any other horse in JC (jockey club). He had a heart of gold.

Just the other day, I was watching Secretariat's last footage before he was put down from an incurable foot disease called laminitis. It was an old video on YouTube.

It literally made me cry at the end when they let Secretariat run one last time before they put him down on Wednesday, 1989. It was so touching.

I just wanted to put this tribute out to this amazing horse who has captured many hearts.

Thank you Secretariat! Rest in peace, our amazing legend and friend.

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Everyone Counts

by CeCe
(Country )

Photo credit: Kapa65 via I'd Pin That

Photo credit: Kapa65 via I'd Pin That

Talon was a strong, handsome stallion, with a silky black coat and a white star on his forehead. He really looked like a movie star. I hurried towards his pen, mum and dad hot in pursuit. I was still getting over it that I was allowed to get a horse, I was still shocked, and amazed.

A young blonde girl shot in front of me, and at Talons pen, started jumping up and down, squealing excitedly and pointing to what she claimed her horse.

"My horse, my horse!" She giggled. I stood there, shocked, while the manager, Mr. Duffy, and her father, came over. In less then five minutes, a brand new lead line was handed to the girl, and she waltzed out of the stables. I felt tears prick to my eyes, but then I remember there were other horses. I looked through the pens, only finding a Shetland pony, and a naughty, stubborn quarter horse. I sighed, feeling somewhat defeated.

"Can I show you something?" Mr Duffy came up to me, and I turned to mum and dad. They had just been talking to him, and nodded encouragingly. I followed the manager out of the stables, and around to a small paddock. A dapple grey draft horse stood at the corner of the paddock.

"He's very big," I pointed out, which was true.

"His hasn't been ridden yet, he arrived here last week, and nobody wants him," Mr. Duffy said, sadly.

"What will happen if nobody gets him?" I asked, nervously.

"He'll have to go, and he'll pull off a plough for the rest of his days," Mr Duffy shrugged, and took his hands off the railing. Mum and dad stood at the stables, and then smiled at me.

"Wait," I called after Mr Duffy, "I guess, a ride won't hurt."

It was wonderful, sitting on top of Beau made me feel so strong and proud, yes, I may of looked a little silly, but I felt unbeatable, and strong, and brave. BEAU was the sweetest horse you would ever meet, with a big heart, and a glossy mane. That, was the best decision, I have every made.

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How I Found Love: A Horse Short Story

by Katniss

I snorted. What's that sound? I asked myself. The night was chilly and the forest was very still and quiet. I moved my ears around, hoping to hear it again. Then I heard it.

It wasn't far away and it sounded like someone, a human, was crying. I shook my head and laid it against my body to stay warm. I closed my eyes and tried to go back to sleep.

"Momma!! Daddy!" A little girl's cry jolted me awake. I glared out into the darkness.

I hated humans. When I was 3 years old, I was sent to a slaughter house. But then a rich man bought me and took me to what he called 'Happy Trails Stables'. There was nothing 'happy' about that place. I was used as a horse that got ridden by mean people on boring trails that stretched for miles in one direction.

When they were done ridding me for the day, I was put into a jail-like stall that was so small I couldn't even turn around. There were many other horses like me there that were abused by the humans.

Then one night, one of the hired hands was drunk and he forgot to lock me in my stall. I got out and raced away as fast as I could. So here I am.

Alone for almost a year and it has been glorious... Other than being very lonesome, I'm happy to be finally free.

The crying of the girl brought me back to the present.

"Momma! Momma!!"

I shook my head and tried to fall asleep again. But I couldn't. What was I doing? Just because some humans ruined my life... Does that mean that ALL people are bad?? What if the girl was in trouble? She was calling for her parents so maybe she's lost.

I thought about what to do. Part of me wanted to leave her alone, but then the other part of me wanted to go see if she was okay. I stood up and started walking in the direction of her crying. Might as well find out what her problem is.

I stepped around a fallen down tree and stopped in shock. The little girl stared back at me. Her face was wet with tears and her clothes were dirty. She was sitting on the ground and her leg was caught in a trap!!

I quickly recognized it as a foot trap that hunters used to catch wolves and coyotes. I could smell the stench of wolf on the trap. Oh how I didn't like those dogs!!

I moved closer to her and her eyes got big.
"Your so black." She said. I couldn't help smiling a little. Her big eyes were so cute. I examined the trap and saw that it was fastened to the fallen down tree by a long wire. I suddenly had an idea.

I put the wire in my mouth and tried to bite it in half. Ugh!! That hurts the teeth. I spit it out and began pawing at it.

The girl watched me.
"Yes!! If you can break the wire then I'm not stuck here and then I could crawl back home because I don't think I can walk on this leg. " she said excitedly.

Then she suddenly saddened. "Oh what will my parents say? I shouldn't have run off like that. I'm awfully sorry for getting mad at my momma." She burst into tears again.

I pawed harder at the wire. It wasn't very thick and I could feel it getting weaker. Then it suddenly snapped in two. Hurrah!! I nickered. The girl dried her tears and tried to stand up.

"Ooooww!!" She screamed and fell back down, bursting into tears again. I brushed my nose over her blonde head. Stop crying. I said, even though I knew she didn't understand me. After all, I was a horse and she was a human.

I looked down at her leg. It was bloody and the trap had sunk deep into her leg. I laid down beside her and nodded to my back. Get on, I'll take you home. I nickered softly to her.

She dried her eyes and looked at me. Then she pulled her self over to my back and crawled on. She sat up on my back and held onto my long mane.
"Take me home, my knight in shining armor." She giggled. I stood up. She urged me forward.

"I live in the white ranch house straight north of here a couple of miles. I'll show you there." She urged me to walk faster. I could hardly tell I was carrying her. She was so light.

"I like you. I've always wanted a horse of my own but Momma and Daddy didn't have the money for one. And guess what? You don't cost anything and I want to keep you. How would you like that? You'd have a great big pasture with lots of grass. I'm sure Dusty, she's my miniature pony, would be happy to have you as a pasture pal. And I'd feed you oats and I'd ride you every day." The girl prattled on.

I listened intently. There was something about her that I liked. Maybe my dream is coming true. Maybe I WILL have a ranch and a family of my very own. I'd love it if the girls parents let me stay with her. And a little pony for company? I hope she's nice.

It wasn't long before we arrived at the white ranch house. There was a light on in the one window.

"My parents are still awake!" The girl whispered to me. She made me stop in front of the deck to the front door.

"Momma!! Daddy!! I'm home!" She called loudly. The door swung open and a kindly looking man and lady ran out.

"Emma!! Where have you been?" They asked at the same time. The man polled Emma off of my back and held her tight in his arms.

"I'm sorry I got mad and runaway." She said, tears were in her eyes. Her mother took her hand.
"We forgive you, dear. We were so worried when you didn't show up for supper. " The lady said. Emma showed them her leg.

"Oh no! Does it hurt badly?" Her mother asked as she carefully examined the leg. Emma nodded.
"Let's get her inside. I'll call doc Evens right know. " The father turned to go into the house.

"Wait!!" Emma stopped him. She pointed at me and the parents stared at me as if they had just seen me for the first time. "He came to my rescue. He broke the wire and let me get on his back and he took me home." She said. "Pllleeease can we keep him?" She asked. I stood as straight as I could.

"Yes!!"The father blurted out. " He saved our little Emma so we'll give him a good home." The mother nodded.

"I agree." She smiled at me. They walked closer to me. Emma wrapped her arms around my neck.

"Welcome home Prince. " she whispered in my ear.


THE END

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Chalk Pastel Horse

by Sadee
(Utah)


My first horse drawing made of chalk pastel. This may not seem appealing but I would really like your advice on how to improve! :)

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Horse Girl

by AHorseLovingGirl
(U.S.)


Part One

The accident. The day that changed just about everything including my love of horses. But she stood with me. Stood to the very end. Never letting go. Staying beside me. Loving. Obeying. Forever.

"Star, I love you. Thanks for staying with me. Even when I'm not in the best mood." I said to my horse, White Star. She nickered in return.

I named my horse White Star because she is the star of my life, well, after Mom died a year earlier. And she is white, well, technically gray but she looks white. She is just a beautiful horse - an Arabian.

Arabians are my favorite breed. So she is my dream horse.

"Mia! We've got to get going now!" Emily, my sister, called from the truck. I said bye to Star and hopped into the truck.

"Dad wasn't going to wait much longer... you're welcome." Emily whispered to me after I buckled my seat belt. I smiled and stared out the window seeing all the farms flying past.

I looked out closely and saw a horse and rider. They weren't doing so good. I cringed as I saw the rider kick the horse real hard. The horse galloped away so fast. I just wanted to give that rider a piece of my mind! That is not how you treat a horse! Then the sight was gone. But I could never get my mind off of it. Any horse being treated that way was wrong.

Disturbing my thoughts, Emily jumped up and said, "We're here!"

Emily is the exact opposite of me. She was eager and ready for anything. Not that I wasn't ready for anything but I was ALWAYS ready for horses. Just not anything. She is a year younger than me, she has shoulder length wavy hair, and I have long, straight hair. And she is more of a girly girl than I am. I don't really care about the way I look for the most part. Only sometimes I REALLY care.

I looked out the window and saw the animal shelter. We were going to get a new dog! Although I wanted a horse, we had to compromise, and a dog was my only other choice. It looked as if Emily was going to burst with excitement. As for me? Well, I'm not as excited as her, that's for sure.

"Lets go find a dog!" Dad said with enthusiasm. I shrugged as we walked in. The only thing I thought of was horses. And my family knew it. They would talk about something, I would relate it to horses. Kind of like what Mom did. Only she understood me.

I tell Dad all the time that we have the space for a horse and that I could take care of him, but he still says no. We just recently got rid of our horses. Mom used to gentle horses. I helped her do it. I miss those days...

"Ooh...Mia! Look at this pretty girl!" Emily said and pointed to a young chocolate lab.

"I guess he'll do." I said with a shrug.

"So can we get him dad? Please?!" Emily pleaded.

"Okay. We'll get this one. But what will you name him?" Dad said.

I scanned through my favorite horse names... "How about Nutmeg?" I suggested.

"Nah. That's too much of a horse name." Emily put that name to the side.

"Not really.." I thought when Emily found the perfect name for him.

"I got it! Hershey! That will be his name!" Emily said without asking if I liked the name.

"Okay. I like it!" I said in agreement. Now back to horses...

If you have ever read the series, "Winnie The Horse Gentler", you will like this story!

Part Two

As we drove home, I didn't really pay attention to Hershey at all, although he kept trying to get up onto me. I just stared out the window until we came up to the horse and rider again.

They were doing even worse than before. The rider had taken out a whip and started whipping the horse. I cringed every time he whipped that poor horse. Then I thought, "What would Mom do if she saw that?" I knew what she'd do. She would pull over and walk over to that person and tell him what he shouldn't be doing, instead, telling him what he should be doing. She would demonstrate what not to do then what to do.

I wanted to do that so bad but dad was in a good mood and I didn't want to risk it. He said he that I reminded him of Mom, but then again, Emily reminds him of Mom too.

After a while, we pulled into the driveway. By now I had totally forgotten about Hershey. Emily picked him up and brought him inside.

"Emily, wait! He's an outside dog, he doesn't come in with us." Dad said before Emily reached the door.

"But Dad!!" Emily said. "He'll get lonely!"

Dad looked at me, then back to Emily. "Mia's out here all the time!" He said.

"But she's always with her horse! I want an animal!" Emily complained.

"Well then stay outside more." Dad said. You could tell in his voice that this was decided.

Then I ran to the pasture. I saw Star trot over to me. She's the only horse we kept after getting rid of the rest. "Hey girl! It's nice to see you! Too bad I won't be able to stay with you as long. School's starting tomorrow!" I said. She was just staring at my hand in my pocket.

"I don't have any treats now girl! Sorry!"

Just then, the horse and rider that we drove by rode by. I looked and saw a beautiful Bay Morgan. There was a guy around my age riding. He struggled to keep going. Soon, he was out of sight.

"Don't worry, Star. I would never do that to you!" I said to Star, who was looking right at me.

"Mia!! Time for dinner!!" Emily yelled.

I sighed and walked towards the house. When I came in, she had dinner all cooked and served.

"Yum! I'm starving!" I said as I sat down.

Emily soon started a conversation with Dad. I just sat there listening. I thought about the Morgan. I wanted to help that horse so bad!

"Right Mia?" Emily said and looked at me.

"What? Oh. Yeah." I said. Then she turned back to Dad and kept going.

Soon, everyone was done so I went up to my room. Me and Emily shared a room. We both had a loft bed. My side was all cluttered beneath my bed. Her's was all neat and tidy. I'm not the cleaning type so mine was always like this.

"Mia! What are you wearing for the first day of school tomorrow?!" Emily asked excitedly.

I shrugged and said, "I don't know."

"Then I'll pick out what you're wearing!" Emily replied. She then started digging through my clothes to find "the perfect thing".

I looked out my window and saw Star peacefully grazing. I stared for a while, until Emily suddenly said, "I found the perfect thing, Mia!" She picked up a pair of skinny jeans and a T-shirt with a horse on it.

"Only this once, alright?!" I said. I hated skinny jeans. But I'll make an acceptation this once. Skinny jeans are uncomfortable to ride in which is the main reason I don't like them.

After a while, I fell asleep, not knowing how it'll go tomorrow. First day in a new school? Not my kind of thing. Emily is so excited. Not me.

Part Three

I woke up the next morning and fed Star. She nickered when she saw me coming.

"Hey girl! I'll be leaving soon but I'll see you in a while! We can ride right when I get back, alright?" I said.

Then Dad called me in, "Mia! Breakfast is ready!"

I went inside and smelled bacon. "Mmm!" I said and sat down. I stabbed some pancakes with my fork and set them on my plate. I tried to start a conversation, but Emily already had.

"I am so excited for school today! I'm gonna make some new friends, and learn new things!" Emily said to Dad.

"Mia... I saw that you were wearing skinny jeans?" Dad said surprised.

"Yes. I'm only doing it this once. Emily picked it out." I answered, then stuffed a big bite of pancakes in my mouth, not wanting to talk.

Once everyone was done, me and Emily rode our bikes to school together.

"Bye Dad! See you after school!" Emily called.

"Yeah! Bye Dad!" I called after. Dad waved and drove off.

Soon, we made it to the school. I got off my bike and locked it then walked inside.

"At least you're not late on the first day of school!" Emily said.

"Yeah. Bye. See you after school." I said while walking off.

I walked into the 7th grade English room, which was my first subject.

"Okay class! Listen up!" Our teacher said. "I'm your English teacher, Mrs. Hartford. And it looks like we have a few new students this year! I would like all the new students to introduce themselves. Who will be first?" Mrs. Hartford said.

A girl in the back that I never noticed before raised her hand. "Say your name and.. your birthday." Mrs. Hartford said.

"I'm Ally and my birthday is May 10th." Ally said.

Then I guess I was the only other one so I raised my hand. "I'm Mia and my birthday is April 4th." I said.

"Is that all?" Mrs. Hartford said. Then some guy in the second row raised his hand.

"I'm..."

Then I started thinking about that horse. "That beautiful Morgan..." I thought. I looked back and thought I recognized someone... it was him! The guy that was riding that beautiful horse!

"Note to self, Talk to that guy." I thought.

Soon, English was just about over. I haven't even talked to one single person by lunch. I saw Emily talking with a group of friends. Wait. She WAS part of that group of friends.

As I waited in the lunch line, someone behind me said, "Hi! So you're new here too?" I knew who it was. It was Ally.

I turned around and said, "Yeah, I am."

"I couldn't help but noticing.. do you like horses? I saw your shirt in English." Ally said.

"Yes! I love horses!"I almost squealed.

"I do too! I haven't found anybody yet that likes or loves horses yet. It's good to know I'm not the only one!" She said.

After we made it through the lunch line, we sat down together.

"I used to gentle horses with my mom but.. she died in a car accident." I said looking down.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Ally said.

"Anyway, do you own any horses?" I asked.

"No, sadly. But I do love them anyway. I ride at Horse Haven Stables." She explained.

"I have one horse named White Star and I took lessons when I was young with my mom." I said.

Soon lunch was over and we went to two different classes.

CONTINUED IN COMMENTS SECTION

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Best Friends

by Andi
(NC, USA)


Andi Duncan paced her bedroom floor for the 15th time in a half hour. Andi could not wait for her Pony Club meeting. It started in 1 hour and she was leaving in less than that. She couldn't wait to see and ride Aero, a paint gelding she adored.

Andi was completely horse crazy. Her walls were covered with horse posters and pictures to where you couldn't hardly see the walls. Her shelves, dresser and desk were covered in horse models. Her bookcase was slam-packed with horse books, manuals and magazines. Her bed has horse comforter sets, blankets and stuffed horses on it.

"Andi time to go!" Soon called her mother from downstairs. "Okay!" Andi called back grabbing her boots and riding helmet. Andi slipped them on and hurried down stairs...

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Feral

by Abbi
(Oregon)

The Path

The Path

I woke up. It was finally summer break and i was pooped from the bonfire last night. I rolled off of my bed and looked out my window. Sweet. It looked like a sunny day outside. I yawned and decided to get dressed. I put on a blue spaghetti-strap tank top, and trotted upstairs.

I was the first one up. It was around 8:30 AM. Hm. I made myself some toast. As I leaned onto the counter to eat it, I wondered what I should do, since nobody was up. I decided to take a walk in the woods next to our house. I ripped a piece of paper from a random drawer, found a pen, and scribbled down the words:
'Went for a walk, I’ll be back at ten!'
--Piper

I pinned it onto the refrigerator and slipped my old hiker boots on. It was sunny, but it was chilly, so I put on a coat as well. I walked off into the woods. I came to a field. It was a hay field, and went on for what seemed like a few miles.

It was beautiful, but the path to it was overgrown with trees and shrubs. I took in a deep breath and let it out. Freedom. I brushing noise, like a deer cracking through the long hay. I turned around to see, not a deer, but a back horse.

"An Arab." I told myself, Remembering myself as a little 7 year old girl, obsessed with horses, memorizing every horse book I could get my hands on. Now I was a rebel 13 year old teenager. Still, obsessed with horses. It thundered in a circle around me once, and than stopped straight in front of me.

It snorted, and then gave a bow. I don't know why I got on. If you know me, you would know that the 5 main things I like are high fives, hugs, horses, animals, and piggy back rides. So i got on, and before I knew it, I was racing off through the woods.

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Hero (Poem)

by Erika
(Coaldale, Alberta CA)


Dappled coat, dangling head
My hero trapped in a world
That is too evil for a gentle spirit like his
So wrong
Head down, the brown eyes shone
With evidence of a tender soul inside…
Treated so wrong
I am at fault too
I promised I would never leave you
What did I do? What did I do?
Never forget that I love you
Your gentle soul could do nothing but forgive
I'm learning from you
What did I do? What did I do?
Lives forever linked
In a manner so few have seen
Bound by the love
Of a gentle pony and his darling child.

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Never give up

by Severelyhorseobsessed


For some of us horseless horsecrazygirls, life seems like a consistent down fall. We feel the only thing that would make us happy is a horse. That is so true in my case and I love horses so much.

You know you're horse crazy when...

1. Your bedroom is covered in horse posters, models, etc.
2. All you think about are horses.
3. You take up any chance to ride horses.
4. You go online a search for horse pics, videos and games.
5. You often beg your parents to take you to watch local horse shows.
6. You have at least read 100 horse books.
7. You subscribe to at least 1 horse related magazine.
8. You sometimes pretend your bike is a horse.
9. When your parents ask you what movie you want to watch you say Black beauty, Flicka, or anything horse related.
10. You beg your parents every day for a horse.

Anyway, what I'm trying to say is don't give up! My friend rode horses for 7 years and finally got her own horse. Trust me, from what she says, it's totally worth the wait. I want a best friend so bad!

Also, if you guys want some things to do to keep from feeling bored, bingo! I have some ideas.

1. If you have model horses set up a stable for them.

2. Draw horses.

3. Read read read. Horse books are great!

4. Create a dream horse and right stories about them.

Well, hope y'all enjoyed!

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American Pharaoh

by heartbeat for horses


Chapter One

I remember my first home like I lived there yesterday. It was a large green field with colorful wild flowers looming across the earth. A large creek rushed under the trees flowing in the wind apples cherries and oranges covered the trees and few lie across the ground.

I remember I stayed under a large tree with my mother, Star, beautiful chestnut mare with a star and four white socks and deep brown eyes. I was a dark bay color. I loved to race with the other foals in the large racing farm.

One day, a man in his 40's came out to the paddock and put a halter and lead on me. He led me away from my pasture, mother and friends. I was led up to a large barn full of sleek thoroughbreds large stalls and large tack rooms. The man hooked me to long pieces of colorful ropes on the hooks beside the stalls which were called cross ties and disappeared into the tack room.

He came out with a soft brush and quietly and slowly began brushing off my coat. "Well fella, this is your first training session!" The man said.

Later that day, I was led into a large box stall and the door was closed. I couldn't go back to my mother as I was in a process which was called weaning. I wanted to see her very badly and began pacing my stall and kicking at the door.

Eventually, my mother passed by that evening and stopped at the stall for a moment. "Pharaoh," she said, "stay calm my dear one. You're going to be trained as a race horse like I am. Listen carefully and always do as your told." She nuzzles me for a second before she was led away once again.

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Barn Love

by TheHorseLover
(U.S.)


There once was a girl named Alexa and she loved horses... with some conflict...

ALEXA! I said that I needed your help!" Jacob, Alexa's 7-year-old brother, called. "Ugh! What do you need!!" Alexa said annoyed. "I can't reach the cookies!" Her brother explained. "All that whining for a cookie??" Alexa asked him. "Yes! Mom said that I could have one!"

Whatever! She thought as she got the cookies down. After she gave them to him, her mom called her, "Alexa!"

"Coming, Mom!" She called back.

"What do you need?" She asked her mother. "I forgot to tell you but Mrs. Sarah called and said that you should do some more practicing for the competition next week." Mom replied. "Oh." Was Alexa's response. "AND she said that you can practice there today at 2 o'clock." Mom told her.

Alexa had rode her favorite horse, Diamond at Silver Horse Stable. Diamond's show name is Uniquely Diamond because she is a very unique horse.

"Great! Can I ride my bike there today?" Alexa asked. "Yes you can, just be sure to get back as soon as you're done." It was one thirty so Alexa said, "Thanks Mom!" As she ran upstairs to get ready.

Once she was ready, she ran downstairs, found her bike and started riding to the stable. Silver Horse Stable by bike is about eight minutes away from Alexa's house. Once she got there, she looked at her watch and saw that it was 1:50 pm. At least I have some time to go see Diamond alone, Alexa thought as she went to the stable.

When she got there, Alexa found out that she wasn't alone. "Oh hi, Alexa. Looks like you're here early." Said a voice that Alexa knew immediately who it was. "Hi Lindsay," is all that Alexa said. Lindsay gave her a mean look and walked away. "I guess it's just me and you, girl." Alexa said to her sweet, black Quarter horse, Diamond.

Diamond is a black horse with a white strip marking and one half stocking on her front leg.

Then Alexa heard some people coming. It was Natalie and Paige, Alexa's two best friends! "Hey Alexa!" Natalie called to her. "Hi guys! You're here early!" Alexa called back to them. Once they came up to Diamond's stall, Paige asked, "Hey Alexa, do you have a crush on anyone??"

"Yeah! We were just talking about that!" Natalie said. "Uh...No!" Alexa replied. "Oh, we thought that you might like Braydon." Natalie told her. "What?! Why would you think that?!" Alexa blurted out. "Well, he likes horses, you like horses and he is always watching you ride!" Paige explained.

Before Alexa could say anything, Braydon came up to them. "Are you ready for the competition?" He asked Alexa. "Almost." Alexa asked with a fake smile. Ugh. Great. Now they think that I like him. Well,I DON'T! Alexa thought as she went to tack up Diamond.

Soon, they got started with practice and like her friends said, Braydon WAS watching her the whole time.

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Liberty

by Emma
(Bradford Ohio, USA)

The sky was clouded, an incoming storm. Yellow lightning lit up the frightening black clouds, pushing and swirling, brewing up chaos. Thunder rumbled like a viscous beast, hungry for fear.

A band of wild horses anxiously looked around at their surroundings, nostrils flaring, ears rotating in every direction. They stomped their hooves, tossed their heads, and flicked their tails.

A mare even reared because of sensing danger. She neighed and screamed, stamping her hooves. The black clouds chased the horses as they bolted down hills, across a flooding creek, and around rocking mountains. The rain finally came. It came down in sheets.

Pure white, almost impossible to see. Horses neighed and reared, and circled and kicked. The foals were tossed around trying to find their moms, mares froze in fright, the stallion dashed and kicked.

A crack of lightning split the sky, right in the middle of the Wyoming band of horses. They bolted each way, mares losing foals, foals losing mares, the stallion losing all. The poor stallion bolted to what he thought was his band. But he was only chasing thunder.

The stallion ran for as long as he could before he collapsed, lying in the cold rain soaking wet. He was bound to get sick. He neighed and whinnied for help, but no one replied. After a few more minutes, two bright lights and the sound of an old engine cluttering appeared. The stallion tried his best to get up, but it was no use. Then two slamming noises came from the lights, and a voice was heard.

"Hey Carter, I've found one. He looks wounded or somethin' like that."

"Great. Get it into the trailer, and we can head back to the 'house." They were definitely men. And they were up to no good.

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Quin

by Elizabeth
(NC)

Photo credit: Guillermoleconde via I'd Pin That

Photo credit: Guillermoleconde via I'd Pin That

PART 1

I stared out the car window, there really was nothing to do in the long car ride we had.
We were moving from California to Colorado.
When all my friends heard that I was moving, they all started crying. They all said that my mom and dad were stupid for making such a big move!

"I mean its it's such a big move! And very different surroundings!" Blare (my BFF) yelled at me like it was my fault that we were moving! She quickly realized her mistake. " oh I'm sorry Beth, I didn't mean to make it sound like it's your fault."

"So are you excited?" Asked my mom, interrupting my thoughts.
"Well, you try on my shoes." I said a little mad," Being taken away from her friends probably never seeing them again! And! Being forced to not go to her first dance! A boy was going to ask e out but we had to move! Just because it was for a stupid JOB!" I yelled at them both.
An awkward silence filled the air as I half regretted what I said, but then glad that my parents new how I felt.

There was no talking for along time.

I looked out the window at the surroundings. So far, there was meadows with green grass and flowers here and there. Just enough to make it beautiful.
I looked up a little farther and was getting sad.
The meadows started to fade. Right at the beginning of the gate.

The gate seemed to go on and on with nothing in it. A flash of light zoomed past me!
I jumped back in shock no knowing what that was!
The flash of light thing came back but slower.
"Wow." I gasped as a horse came galloping back from the end of the paddock.
It was buckskin for all that I could tell. It had fore black socks and black main and tail.
The horse stayed pace with the car, and probably thought that I was a dope just starring at him.
The paddock ended and introduced a stable.
"I have to see that horse," I mumbled to myself," I'm going to see him."

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Peppy

by Heartbeat for Horses

If you will be my star, I'll be your sky

If you will be my star, I'll be your sky

Okay, so here is the story of how far I have come with Peppy.

The first time I met Peppy was actually my first time riding. Funny that I was jealous I did not get to ride the thoroughbred. But that all changed when I saw Peppy. I saw him and my heart just shattered and replaced and my mind went blank for a second.

All those fancy thoroughbred dream horses were gone. Instead, a cute shaggy stubborn paint horse replaced them. When I mounted up on him I was in a daze. I'm not kidding. I couldn't wipe that grin off my face when I got home that day.

Nowadays of course, I'm much more experienced. I'm about to learn to canter and I have just started to jump. We have ridden in a show, gymkhana and many lessons.

By the way peppy is not my horse. I wish he were though. Peppy is a black and white overo paint horse with a tan black and brown hogged mane. His forelock is long though. He has a star, stripe and snip connected. He has ink spots on his legs a pink muzzle and dark brown eyes.

If you will be my star (for Peppy, my BFF)

If you will be my star, I'll be your sky
You can hide underneath me and come out at night
When I turn jet black
And you show off your light
I live to let you shine, I live to let you shine

And you can skyrocket away from me
And never come back
If you find another galaxy
Far from here in stars aligned
Just leave me your stardust to remember you by

Our Journey


I don't even know where to start...

On Saturday, May 30th 2015, I met the love of my life. A little black and white paint horse with big brown eyes and a heart of gold. I never thought I would fall in love with a horse. I never knew how amazing the feeling of loving a horse was until Peppy. He flipped my whole world around into something amazing.

I'll never forget when I first looked into those big brown eyes... my heart totally flopped. I remember riding him for the first time like it was yesterday.

The day I left the barn, I gave him a pat on the neck and said bye. It was easy to say bye the first time but every time, it got just a little harder.

I remember hanging that picture of me standing beside him with a huge smile on my face, on my bedroom wall right beside my bed. I remember laying in bed every night and staring at his photo. I loved him more everyday.

When 2016 came along, I remember how excited I was to start taking lessons twice a month. Then I didn't ride him for a few months, I felt my heart breaking more everyday.

Then the magical day I rode him for the first time in 6 months... I remember around July we started to really bond. He came to me when I called his name and he trusted me with his life and I him.

This year however has been the BEST year of my entire life. I learned to jump 2'3 and we went to our first 2 shows together. We placed fourth in our first show and second in our second show.

We've bonded so much. I think about him all the time and when we see each other every week its like we haven't seen each other in months.

Thank you Peppy for being the one to change my whole world into something amazing. I love you more than anything in the whole world!

I love you, my Little Classy Star!

A Letter to My Horse


Dear Peppy,

Its been four months since I rode you last. Even though we haven't been able to spend much time together doesn't mean I love you any less.

I miss your big brown eyes, your stubbornness and your adorable little face. I miss the way you made me feel so happy. But I want you to know you are my best friend. My angel. My whole world.

You taught me the meaning of love. You taught me how to be strong.You taught me about what it takes to be a winner. Thank you for being the most amazing partner. I miss you and I love you!

Thank you Peppy!

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My Horsey Home

by BlueRoan
(USA)


Part One

"Lizzy!! We have to get going!! NOW!!" Mom called.

"Coming Mom!" 14-year old Lizzy called back. "Why is she in such a rush? It's weird to go on vacation to her friend's house--I mean really, that's pretty weird!" Lizzy thought as she grabbed her stuff and ran out to the car.

"What took you so long?!" Lizzy's 8-year old brother Jackson asked once she got into the car.

Lizzy looked back to him and said, "Why does it matter to YOU?" Then turned around and started a "conversation" with Mom.

"Mom? Why can't I have a phone? I wouldn't be so bored otherwise!" Lizzy said with a teenage attitude.

"Lizzy... You already DO have a phone! I only took it from you so that it can't distract you this month." Mom answered.

Then Lizzy suddenly remembered. A month. A WHOLE month she is going to be around horses. Talk about a vacation! This sure is a vacation alright! That also means that she wouldn't see Dad for a whole month. Who would trade home for horses?! Not Lizzy. But she had no choice. She had to go.

"This is going to be a long vacation." Lizzy thought as she son fell asleep...

"We're here! We're here! We're here!" Jackson jumped up and said.

Lizzy sighed and said quietly, "Great! Can't wait.. no." She got out of the car and saw that she was standing almost face-to-face with a horse. She jumped and did a slight scream but the horse didn't even flinch.

"Wow!" Lizzy said, but scared the horse. "How did I scare you when I said one word, but not when I screamed?!" She told the horse as she walked over to Mom.

"This is it!" Mom said and looked at the house.

"Yay! Where will I be staying, Mom?" Jackson jumped out and said.

"You'll all be stayin' in the house." Suddenly someone said from behind them. Lizzy jumped and looked back. She saw a guy probably around her age coming towards them.

"Sorry if I scared you. I'm Aiden. You must be Mom's friend right?" He said first looking at Lizzy, then to Mom.

"Yes! Yes I am and this is my daughter Lizzy and my son, Jackson. Nice meeting you! So where is your Mother?" Mom said.

"She's in the barn right now but I can show you where you'll be staying if you want." Aiden offered.

"That'll be alright! We'll just get our things from the car first." Mom said while walking over to the car.

"Need any help?" Aiden asked.

"Yes, if you don't mind." Mom replied. He grabbed some bags from the car.

Soon, everyone was ready to go to their new room. Lizzy rolled her eyes at the thought of staying here with horses.

Aiden then showed them to their rooms. "At least I don't have to share a room with Jackson!" Lizzy mumbled as she threw her bags onto her bed. She started fixing up her room with all the stuff she brought - which is a lot!

Mom walked in to check on her and saw a pile of stuff on her bed. "Why did you bring so much stuff, Lizzy! We're only going to be here for a month!" Mom said once she saw how big the pile actually was.

"A MONTH?! That's a long time! I need to make it feel a LITTLE bit like home here!" Lizzy exclaimed.

Mom walked out and Lizzy looked out her window. "Great. I have the perfect view of all the horses. Just what I need to finish it off." Lizzy thought to herself with a sigh.

Part Two

Lizzy was about to sit down on her bed when she noticed something. "A horseshoe? On the wall? Great decoration. Love it..." Lizzy said to herself while taking it down. She set it on the small table next to her bed. "Nah, I'll put it in the drawer." She thought then opened the drawer and set it inside. She made her bed and put her clothes in the dresser across the small room.

When she was done, Mom walked in and said, "Lizzy! We're going on our first trail ride here!"

Lizzy looked at her and said, "I'm not coming."

"Well then you'll be here alone, never mind, Aiden's staying here so if you need anything just ask him." Mom said.

"Okay. Bye,then." Lizzy replied.

"Bye, Lizzy. But you'll have to ride sometime." Mom answered as she left the room.

Lizzy sighed as she watched her Mom and brother mount their horses and ride off. Once they left, Lizzy walked out to the barn.

Once she got there, she looked for the horse that she would ride if she had to.

"Didn't you go on the trail ride?" Lizzy heard a voice say. It was Aiden.

"Uh..no. I decided not to got today." Lizzy replied.

"What are you doing in the barn?" Aiden asked.

"I just wanted to check out the horses." Lizzy said.

"Well then, I know just the horse for you." Aiden said while motioning her to come.

Lizzy came over and he pointed to a stall across from him. "Why her?" Lizzy asked.

"She's just like you." Aiden explained.

"How?!" Lizzy demanded. "I'm not a horse, you know!"

Aiden looked at her and answered, "Well, look what color she is." Lizzy looked and saw a beautiful Palomino-colored horse.

"What breed is she?" Lizzy asked with some interest.

"She's a Morgan." Aiden replied. She went over to pet the horse.

"What's her name?" Lizzy asked.

"Beauty." He replied.

She asked a couple more questions and she finally asked her last one, "What's her personality?"

"That's another thing that makes her like you. She is very nice but can be stubborn. And she's really friendly but can have some attitude." Aiden smiled and said.

Lizzy gave him a sly look then couldn't help laughing. "I guess she is like me. We both have blonde hair or palomino hair, and same personality, even the same age!" Lizzy said.

"Do you want to groom her?" Aiden asked.

"Sure. But I don't know how."

He smiled and showed her how. Soon, she was grooming her non-stop. Time went by and soon her Mom and brother were back from the trail ride.

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Sweetheart - A Short Story

by Erika
(Coaldale, Alberta, Canada)

Photo credit: Tosca49 via I'd Pin That

Photo credit: Tosca49 via I'd Pin That

Sweetheart galloped along the road. Her hooves pounded in a rhythmic beat, her mane and tail streaming out behind her like a pale banner in the wind.

Her breathing became labored as I crouched over her but still she kept on running, never wanting to stop.

I was flying and I closed my eyes as she galloped on. The scenery passed by in a blur and ecstasy filled me as we became one. This was life.

Sweetheart slowed and I let her alone, a silent being melted into her heart. She slowed to walk and finally I opened my eyes. I looked into her large brown eyes, the color of chocolate, and saw love radiating in them.

I pressed my cheek against hers and held her gaze, knowing that true love and mutual respect was wavering back and forth between us. Sweetheart was mine, and I hers, forever.

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The White Stallion

by Debra Rene
(Snowflake, Arizona)

Once upon a time, there was a girl who loved horses. The girl's name was Lilly. She lived on a farm she had horses, cows, chickens, dogs, barn cats and she had a big house on 1,0000 acres. She had a pond that was always full of water.

One day she was out riding her she was chasing cows then those cows led her to a pond filled of water.

The next day she went up in the mountains she saw a herd of horses. She saw a white stallion she had a baby with her she saw the girl and she got of and went to the horse. Then the white horse knelt down and let Lilly on then she went out and rode that white horse.

Lilly rode that white horse home and her mother Beth and her father Joseph, and all her brothers and sister's were very worried about her. But her mom said they can keep him and she was very happy.

As time passed, Lilly grew up. And when she had her own kids, Alex and Connie, the same thing happened they found a stallion. Only this time it was a black stallion.

The End

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My horse, Alex

by GRACIE
(Louisiana, USA)

13 years ago, well one afternoon a pregnant mare had a baby. The owner loved the pregnant mare but what he didn't like was the baby.

Back then people thought that white bodied and blue eyed horses were bad luck so he wanted to kill him. But my father heard about it and said that cant happen so he called up the man and said I'll take the white horse and the man said if you want the horse take it you can have it.

So my father took the horse and took care of it. When he thought it was time to get it registered he brought him to the American Horse Association but at that time they thought white wasn't a color so they wouldn't take it and to top it his mother had already died.

So my father thought up another registration. He registered him at NRHA ( National Reining Horse Association). To this day he is 13 years old. Me and Alex are awesome at horse shows. We have won 1st place 6 times, 5th place once, and third place once and guess what, we are qualified for the filiat finals TWO times and i am only 9.

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Sunny

by Erika
(Coaldale, Alberta, Canada)


Golden hairs stranded on barbed wire
Left for me, a memory of a minute
Spent gazing at a horse the color of the sun
A newly minted coin.

A horse with powers
To hold my heart
When all I've done
Is touch him once.

But a souvenir
Of a beautiful soul
The bracelet is long gone
But still in my heart he remains.

Sunshine Pride
The dreams I had
Sunny, my boy
I love you.


I saw him once or maybe twice. He had a golden coat and a mane and tail as creamy as milk. I loved him from the time I laid eyes on him but for all my love I only touched him once.

I still relive the sensation of satiny-smooth hair under my palm. He looked back at me once with brown eyes, unreadable, and then continued on. I still loved him even though he didn't seem to return that love.

He was my second horse that I loved but I didn't own him and I would never own a single horse. That one moment led to another, the second and the last. He left me a gift; a few strand of tail hair on the barbed wire fence.

With perfect carefulness I extracted the hair and braided it into a bracelet. One day, the part-time maid came and it was gone. But the memory still remains - a golden horse and my love for him.

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Goodbye, Mystery


Why did you leave me? Why did you have to go? I never even got to say goodbye. You left me without a warning. You were just gone.

I wish I could have been there with you for you last breath. I cry myself to sleep at night. I know you're safe and happy and healthy now. I know you're having the time of your life with your friends in heaven .I know you're grazing on green pastures and galloping with your friends.

I can't bear the thought that you're gone. I love you, Mystery. I miss you more than anything in the whole entire world.

Why did you leave me?

Stay safe, happy and healthy. Goodbye.

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Hallie and Dash

by Heartbeat For Horses


Part One

13-year old Hallie Gordon leaned against the sturdy pasture fence and watched the bay thoroughbred gelding graze peacefully in the warm morning sun.

"Dash, come here boy." She called softly. He whuffled a soft nicker and started towards her.

"Want to go for ride?" She asked as she slipped a white halter over Dash's head. She led him from the pasture and up into a small but nice barn not far from the pasture.

After putting him on the single set of cross-ties, she gave him a thorough grooming while talking to him softly.

After Dash's coat shone like gold, Hallie placed the saddle pad and saddle on his back. Then she tightened his girth and bridled him.

"Let's go riding." She said patting his sleek neck as she led him from the barn.

Dash wasn't Hallie's horse but she liked to think of him that way. Her neighbors had owned him for years and when she moved in next door over a year ago she had been spending time with him and her neighbors allowed her to ride him anytime she liked.

Hallie lengthened her stirrups and mounted onto Dash's tall 16 hand back. She urged him to a walk and started towards the empty pasture where she had set up a jump course.

After a couple minutes, she squeezed him to a trot and began rising with every other beat.

"Good boy!" She said a little bit later as she set him up for the canter. He broke into it smoothy.She cantered 2 circles and turned him towards a cross rail set at 18 inches. She gracefully went into two-point as Dash popped over the jump.

Hallie turned him towards a 2-foot vertical. Two strides away from the jump a car door slammed. Dash spooked and ducked his shoulder sending Hallie into the dust.

Out of instinct, Hallie quickly grabbed Dash's reins and looked across the yard. A girl about Hallie's age stood in white breeches ,a white polo, shiny black tall boots and her golden blond hair slicked back into a french braid. Hallie stood up, brushed herself off and mounted back up.

"Hallie?" She turned around to see Mrs. Johnson, her neighbor, by the fence. "I want you to meet my niece, Jessica." She pointed to the girl who had slammed the door. "She is an elite rider and is going to be riding Dash also."

Hallie's heart dropped. She had always been the one who rode Dash. She came out almost everyday, even if she didn't ride. This was not going to be easy.

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Horse Tips for Beginners

by Heartbeat For Horses


Grooming for Beginners

To groom a horse, you'll need five basic tools: the curry comb, the hard or dandy brush, soft or body brush, mane and tail brush/comb, and a hoof pick.
  • The curry comb - a rubber bristled brush used in circular motion to loosen caked mud and dirt from the horses coat.

  • The hard or dandy brush - a hard bristled brush used in short quick stokes to removed the dirt you loosed with the curry comb.

  • The soft or body brush - a soft-bristled brush used in long soft strokes for a final polishing on the coat.

  • The mane and tail brush/comb - used to detangle and straiten the mane. Never comb the tail during the winter as the hairs do not grow back.

  • The hoof pick is used from heel to toe and is used to removed mud from the hoof, and rocks that may have been picked up.

Hope y'all enjoyed this! I am going to make this into a series. Next time, it will be tacking up so get ready for that!

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Ponies and Pirouettes

by Kira Christine Angela
(Britain)


Part One

"Roo!" The voice of my trainer reaches my ears, and I peer out of the trailer. I find that Sharon is striding towards me, her eyebrows knitted together, as always.

"Where have you been? Ten minutes, that's all. Get ready."

I blink back at her. "What? No, I've half an hour."

"Ruby-Rae Woodson." Sharon's lip wobbles. "This is no time to mess around. Get Welly ready, or you'll be disqualified."

"You've got to be kidding." I gasp, and glance at my watch. "No, look. Half and hour."

Sharon held up her watch. "Ten minutes. Now."
She turns on her heels and disappears into the crowds, and I'm left standing in shock. Trust me to get the time wrong.

I untie Welly as fast as possible, the bay gelding nudging my arm as I work. "Quit it, Welly." I mumble. "Unless you want to be on the receiving end of Sharon's wrath, you had better behave."

It's the first day of the Regional Championships, a well-known event that allows you to compete in individual and team events - Dressage, Cross Country and Showjumping.

Today is the first day of the Individual Qualifiers Dressage. My stomach squirms with butterflies as I lead Welly to a mounting block and swing my leg over his back. Now I can see the valleys and hills, and every other rider and horse.

My eyes find the warm-up arena, a sectioned off grass area, and I nudge Welly in that direction.

Welly is short for Wellington, my dark bay Thoroughbred gelding. When I say "my" I really mean that he's borrowed. In truth, he's the stable's horse, and I'm only there to ride him and represent the area.

He tosses his head as we near the arena and I spot Sharon, leaning over the arena fence and gesturing for me to enter. So we do. Welly lengthens his strides and I take the light warm-up session to get a better look at my competition.

I hardly know anyone, but there are two faces that jump out at me immediately; Natasha Prescott and A.J Myers. Both extremely well-known riders, who constantly compete against each other for the title as Regional Champion.

Natasha rides a dark grey Warmblood known as Cyclone, as wild as his name suggests. He jogs on the spot and tries to get a hold of the bit, but Natasha expertly stays in control.

A.J rides a bright chestnut mare known as Charm. They are known to ride a storm in the Dressage arena.

Now I'm extremely nervous. If I'm up against both A.J and Natasha, I'll have to play tough and up my game. I see that Sharon is watching me closely, so I transition to trot and post steadily. I want to make a good impression. I'm not going to be the quiet, red-faced girl who weirdly watches the other riders and makes a fool of herself. No, I will show them that I am just as good as the others.

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Lost Over The Heart

by Anna Leigh
(Glen Ellyn, IL)


I keep telling him not to
he shakes me off
I plead and cry
he gets on that angry raging bull
I get on my trick horse sky, crying, praying
then Ellie tells me what I've been dreading,
"he pulled a pro bull" she says with a solid frown on her face.

The world stops
I look around
I'm not thinking
I do the stupidest thing
I open the gate I gallop as fast as I can but its too late
he got trampled
my one and only
my love
my Kent

I'm not thinking
I jump off of sky and race towards him sobbing
I elbow the poor man who was trying to lift me to safety
I need kent
he is my everything
now he is just a little heap of life in the middle of a rodeo ring
clinging to life

The bull is mad
the people try to stop it but they miss
it's coming
FAST

I look up but it's too late

I fall and hit my head,
the sharp ping of metal pings in the silence,
warmness surrounds me,
I don't fight it,
I go with it.

I guess he will have to live without me.

I will always love him
I don't regret standing in front of that bull for him
I love him.

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Rising Up

by Sally
(Washington)


When sixteen year old Quincy (Quinn) Jones and her beloved horse Firefly take a fall in the Barrel Racing Championships and are injured, her love for her horse is put to the test. They must overcome many hardships to become what they once were.

Chapter One

This was it - the moment I've been working for. Pounds of muscle pressed relentlessly beneath me in anticipation for the moment coming. The crowd cheered for the rider coming out of the ring - they were good but we had to be better.

Now! I raced out into the arena, me and my horse.

We raced around the first barrel, hearts pumping and adrenaline running high. The third barrel... almost there! Almost there! No! Her hoof caught. We went tumbling. Screams came from the crowd and people came running.

I tried to get up but couldn't. My head was pounding but all I could see was her. She was struggling to get up, shrieking in pain. No one could get near her for her hooves were flailing and she wouldn't calm.

Someone tried to move me away but I screamed and kicked. Throwing punches out at the person who wanted to take me away from my horse. Then I saw it, they brought out the tranq gun aiming at her.

I broke away ignoring the pain in my knee and raced to her side. Kneeling down next to her, she calmed at the sight of me but she didn't calm all the way. My knee throbbed but I refused to leave her. I bent down to her ear and sang her song.

"Fire in the sky, my friend who makes me fly. My firefly. My friend, my love and my family. You are my Firefly strong and sweet. Firefly my friend, you are mine and I am yours forever more. Flying high in the sky, you are free, my Firefly."

She calmed as I sang and so did the crowd or I just didn't hear them. At that moment, all I cared about was my Firefly. I sang until she stopped struggling under my gentle but firm hand and laid still letting the vet look her over.

I thought they would get her on easily but I was wrong when I heard it. The tranq gun shot and she squealed as I screamed. Forgetting about my knee I got up and ran at the man yelling.

"You ruined this! She was calm! Now you'll have even more trouble. She'll never trust you again!"

I ran at him but didn't make it there before my knee gave out. I fell again. My surroundings grew blurry and I was faintly aware of my parents running to me. But still my focus was only on Firefly's screams. I closed my eyes tears leaking. As my parents picked me up I whispered, "don't let anything happen to her."

Not knowing whether or not they heard me, I reached my hand out once more for my horse who was laying down, the tranq subsiding her fight but she still had the fire. Her eyes and I knew she wasn't going to give up.

With that satisfaction, I closed my eyes and let darkness over take me.

Chapter Two

"Quincy? Can you hear me?"

I groaned as light shined into my eyes when I forced them open. My mother leaned over me to my right and a doctor on my left holding the light into my eyes.

"Get that out of my face." I grunted at her, my voice raspy from sleeping for so long or I assumed. It could've been from the screaming and yelling. My memories flooded back again and I bolted upright nearly hitting my mom's head as I did but she backed away quick enough. The doctor quickly took a step back taking the light out of my eyes.

"Firefly!" Was all I said, my head throbbing from getting up so fast.

The doctor came into view again and said "Quincy, please lay back down. You hit your head pretty hard from what I hear," she gently pushed me back down and I let her saying again, "Firefly?"

The doctor ignored me and my mom said nothing even though I knew she could hear me.

"Alright Quincy, how do you feel and can you flex all your muscles for me please?" I nodded and did as I was told, staring at the white ceiling of my hospital room trying to keep the tears in as I flexed my muscles like she said. Whimpering as I tried to move my knee, I found it was in a brace.

"I can feel them all and call me Quinn please," I whispered my voice shaking.

"Mom," she was at my side instantly.

"Where's Firefly?" She was silent so I asked again, "Where's Firefly?"

The doctor saved her. "Alright Quinn, you're going to stay the night and then I see no reason you can't go home. Just take it easy on that knee ok?"

I nodded and stayed silent until she left and said to my Mom again, "Mom where's Firefly?"

She stayed silent then replied, "Your father is with her but she's in rough shape."

I nodded. My fears confirmed and I let the tears come. My mom rushed toward me and held me letting my tears soak her shoulder.

"I want to see her." My mom shook her head and then I realized she thought I wanted to go to the vet but I knew when it came to doctors orders they overruled so I shook my head.

"I want to see the old her."

She nodded understanding and took out my phone which she had held onto for me during the rodeo. And gave it to me.

My hands shook as I scrolled through the pictures of her and cried when I saw the one I took of her when she was a filly. Her white coat shining in the sunlight as she galloped through the field, free as a bird.

Her white and grey mane streaming behind her. I wiped my eyes and my mom gave me a sad smile. We sat in silence for a bit until we heard a knock.

"I'm coming in and I better not have missed another sentimental moment because you know how well I deal with tears." I laughed at my dad's sarcastic tone as he walked in and gave me a hug.

He seemed to know the question I was going to ask because he answered it before I asked. "She's hanging on Sweetie."

And for the first time in a while I smiled. When I see her I know everything will be alright.

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Chapter Three

I sat in my hospital bed and stared at the white ceiling. I was finally going home today and my patience was being tested.

My doctor said I could go home today but my mom and dad had to sign off on everything and talk with my doctor. I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed just as my parents came in.

They smiled and I was about to stand up but then I saw what my dad was holding. My crutches. I glared at the crutches and took them from my dad and stood using them. I saw my parents smiling sadly at me so I smiled back to them and looked at my dad.

"Now you can't say no to letting me play with crutches," he laughed his big laugh and gave me a big hug and together we made our way out of the hospital.

"Sweetie, do you want to get some food first or go home?" My jaw dropped as my mom spoke. She knew fully well what I wanted to do.

"Which one's closer to the clinic?"

My Dad shrugged his shoulders as mom looked to him for support and finally she said, "Food then the clinic."

I nodded, agreeing to the deal and opened the car door hopping on one foot. I lifted myself in and when I was in laughed at my parents worried expressions.

"I'll get stronger upper body strength and as if carrying bulky western saddles isn't enough."

My Dad grinned and my mom wacked him with the back of her hand but eventually grinned back. They got in, my mom driving since my dad apparently "drove recklessly" in her words.

"Where do ya want to eat kiddo?"

I thought for a moment acting like I was pondering but then immediately said, "Tony's tack and feed."

It was a nice little tack shop with a diner attached down in longview that we went to quite often and they knew it was the place for me to get my comfort food.

"Tony's it is," my dad said to my mom who was looking longingly at Shari's, a fancier restaurant down near Tony's as we passed. I saw the tack shop and smiled. I'm best friends with Tony's daughter Megan so I go here a lot.

As we walked in--wait, no--I hobbled in on my crutches, Megan looked up from where she was. She took one look at me and knew exactly what I needed.

"One double chocolate frappe' with no coffee, coming up."

I grinned at her and her dad Tony walked in and bellowed, "Now what have you gone and done Q?"

I smiled at his nickname for me and replied, "Oh you know how dangerous the sport is but you should see the other guy who was trying to get me off the course."
He grinned more and came out from behind the counter to give me a hug with Megan following him.

"We all knew you weren't invincible though I think we all liked to think it." Megan said arms crossed and I hobbled up to her and gave her a side hug.

"At least I'm home."

She nodded and hugged me back tugging my hand toward a table though careful not to pull me over.

Once we were seated, she went straight to the topic that had been on my mind since I left the hospital.

"How is Firefly?"

I looked down at my hands eyes downcast. "She's hanging on, after we eat we're going down to see her. Dad was with her for a while but then left to come see me after I woke up."

She nodded and took hold of one of my hands, "She's strong and she'll come through."

I smiled sadly and leaned back in my chair, "Do you want to come with me?"

She nodded and stood up, "Lemme go ask my Dad if he can let me go early on my shift then I'll finish up some things while you guys eat." I nodded and my parents came and sat down.

We ordered and ate in silence. Soon the only thing left uneaten whas my frappe' which I was slurping on while we waited for Megan. She appeared a moment later and we headed out after paying but apparently my frappe' was on the house.

When we got to the car, I got in a little easier and looked out the window as we drove. Megan held my right hand and I held on to my lucky charm in the other. It was more of a bond between me and Firefly. When I first got her she was a tiny little Filly who'd just been weaned but we immediately bonded.

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The Lost Horse

by Ali
(Floodwood)

Me and peppy!

Me and peppy!

Chapter One

It was a cold, dark night as the beautiful Arabian slowly walked through the snow. It had only been two days since she ran away from her dreadful owner. Horses have great memories, she remembers everything about where she lived. She remembers a man kicking her sides over and over again as his anger grew.

She was out of breath and tired from trying to get away from Leroy, her owner. She had been wandering around the woods for hours and finally decided to sleep. So she laid down on some leaves. Her body hurt as she hit the ground.

She felt like she could sleep forever.

It had only been fifteen minutes after she fell asleep that she heard something. It was Leroy, trying to find her.

"I will get that wild, white beast if it's the last thing I do." Leroy said angrily to the men helping find the horse.

"Well, you better because that wild thing is worth thousands!" One of the men said.

As soon as she heard the voice, she was running as fast as she could. She went sailing over logs, she ran and ran until she knew that the men were far behind. Their horses were no match for the strong, powerful horse.

When she was running, she remembered running like this and sailing over the fence that she was trapped in - when she was still trapped with Leroy, that terrible man.

She loved to be free but she knew it wouldn't last long cause Leroy would soon find her.

That's all for now! I will write the rest of the chapter later!

Chapter Two

This is the same story. I'm just going back and forth from the horse to the girl named Sam! 😀

"Sam, come back!" Cried Sam's mother.

"Why should I?!"

Sam was short for her age and had shoulder length hair that was hardly ever brushed. It's been so hard on her since her grandma died.

"John, I don't know what to do anymore!" Said Sam's mother to her husband.

"Don't worry. It's only been two weeks. It will get better. We just need to give her time and lots of prayers."

This was not Sam's real grandma but she thought of her old friend as her grandma. Her real grandma on her dad's side of the family lived far away and barely ever gets to see her. And she never knew her other grandma cause her mom was a foster child.

Tears blurred Sam's view as she walked around sad and mad. She missed her "grandma" and wanted her back.

She was finally able to stop thinking about her grandma and thought about how she got mad at her mom for simply asking her what she wanted to do for her 13th birthday. She didn't want to have a party. Not without her grandma. It reminded her too much of her other birthdays with her and how special she made it.

It was cold out and she wasn't wearing gloves or a hat and she was shivering. Her jacket was unzipped and she knew she needed to get to the house but she couldn't. Not after the way she had acted. But she couldn't stop shivering.

After she couldn't stand the cold any longer, she headed to the house. The house seemed so far away. Finally, she got to the steps and reached for the door handle and turned it. Her head was spinning and she pushed the door open.

She felt awful and sick to her stomach. As soon as she opened the door, she collapsed.

I will write about the horse next time. And just a hint, her horse and Sam meet in the next chapter. Sorry that it was so long. Hope you enjoyed!

Chapter Three

I felt mom squeeze my hand and I opened up my eyes. Mom looked so worried. I felt dad's big strong arms lift me up and carried me up the stairs.

Our house was small with an upstairs with two rooms and when you walk into the house you can see the dining room and then the doorway to the kitchen. It was a small room with not much counter space, and the living room was just like all the other rooms - as small as can be.

Mom opened the door as dad carried me into my room and set me down on my bed. We watched a movie on my laptop. Mom sat with me the whole time making sure I did not fall asleep.

After I was feeling better, mom explained that I had hypothermia and that I was lucky that I did not have to go to the hospital.

After a long boring day in bed, I was able to go outside so I went for a walk down the trails in the woods where me and grandma used to walk and talk for hours. Thinking about it made me want to cry so I tried to stop thinking about it until I heard something.

Her mane was full of sticks from running through the woods and was matted with tangles. As she walked through the woods, every step she took sticks snapped under her hooves.

Could I be any louder! She thought to herself. She would never be able to hear Leroy coming with all this noise! She lifted up her head and saw something in the distance so she ran to it as fast as she could with the little bit of energy left in her.

Thoughts whirled around in her mind. Maybe someone lives here and maybe they would want to keep me and give me a good home, she thought to herself.

I was stiff, still scared to death and then a beautiful white horse jumped out of the woods.

Chapter Four

She was the most beautiful horse I had ever seen! Then again, she had seen one other horse in her life.

"Hey girl, you're lost, aren't you?" Sam said.

The horse tossed her head as a warning to stay back.

"Dont worry girl, I won't hurt you. You're safe now."

Her voice was soft and calm, For some reason, I didn't run. She seemed different from all the other humans. She came, she stepped closer uncertain of what she would do.

I reared, warning her again to stay back and she took another step forward. This time, I let her and she pet my muzzle. Her hand was so gentle.

She grabbed my mane with a gentle touch. I didn't have to follow but I did. She was the most wonderful human I had ever met.

Sorry, it's so short! I did not have time to write more, sorry!

Chapter Five

The girl led me down the trail until a small house with an old shed was in sight. The cold December wind blew in my face causing my mane to go wild.

For some reason, I was not scared. I saw something good in the girl, something I have never seen in another human. She led me into the old red shed. The place smelled like dust and rotten wood.

"What do I do!" Sam thought to herself and sat there for a minute staring at the beautiful horse. "I know nothing about horses rather than what my grandma told me about them. She would have known just what to do."

I tried to remember what grandma told me. I was never interested in horses, no matter how much grandma talked about them.

The thought of grandma made tears push in the back of my eyes. I pushed away the thought of grandma and thought of a way to tell mom that she had a horse in her shed. I figured out what I was going to say so I stepped out of the shed and closed the door behind me.

"I will be right back girl," Sam said.

There I was, alone in the shed the girl had left me in. I wondered if she would come back. There was not much room in the shed and the only light was from the broken window. Feeling trapped, I panicked.

I kicked and yelled. I kicked the door over and over again until it finally broke free, and I ran out of the shed. I had to find the the girl. I had to!

My mind went crazy with thoughts. The girl can't leave me, she was the only hope I had left to be saved and to have a real home!
"Mom! Are you in here?" Sam yelled in the kitchen.

"I am in here!" Her mother replied from her bedroom upstairs. Sam ran up the stairs and into her mother's room where she sat on her bed folding clothes.

"I have to tell you something," Sam said.

NEEEIIIGH!!

"What was that!" Sam's mother said. They both ran outside.

The Arabian let out another long neigh and the door of the house opened, and there the girl was.

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Teammates

by Mistylady


I let my troubles fly away
Like a baby bird just taking flight
When I place my foot in the stirrup
And put myself to your height

I live for the feeling I get
When we break into a canter
A rocking motion so swift and calm
The partnership that we've worked on for so long

We are a team so cheerful and bright
Nothing could come between us
You and me teammates for life
So swift and clear we ride

We work together in harmony
In unison we work as one
When were riding there are not two
But two hearts bonded as one

When I'm not by your side
I dream of this time
I dream of the time I have with you
Until our next ride I dream

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Elsa's Redemption

by Katie
(USA )


Part 1


Elsa Ramsey stepped out onto the stile, cold and hungry. What was she doing here? Why had she left her home, her family, her friends? It had seemed so grand at first, but now it hurt so bad she could scarcely draw a breath. If she had known that Lynx would die along this journey she would never have made it. But it was just too late now. She had already endured so much hardship, it wouldn't be worth anything to go back to Germany. All she wanted to do was to go home, but it would be a disgrace to her honor. Elsa couldn't do that. Not to her family, not to her homeland.

Drawing the last bit of strength inside her she lifted her hands to her lips, and let out a staggering owl call. To her surprise, she heard an answer! Not just any answer, the call of a horse. But-but how! Elsa thought. Lynx is dead, no other horse knows me. How can I be hearing this call? Just to make sure it wasn't the wind, Elsa called again. The same answer came. Elsa, shaking her head, stepped back into the hut.

To her surprise, a boy was sitting on the hearth, playing a bagpipe. "You have called me," he said. "My name is Elkhanah. You are making my grandfather's whistle. How did you come to know the whistle of my people?" Elsa drew in a breath, sat down, prepared to be on the rug for a while. "Well, it was a dark and stormy night..."

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Her Own Way

by Warhorse
(Texas)


Part One


Melissa goes into the arena for practice, she's on an Eventing team and tonight they were practicing show jumping. She warmed her horse up, a mustang who doesn't look the part of a show horse but makes up for it with her jumping ability. She cantered her horse around the arena to warm up. Since she arrived rather early, Melissa has time to take Pepper, her horse over a few lower jumps. Then she walked Pepper to cool her off. She noticed the newer girl, Nellie, come into the arena with her horse...

Nellie steered her horse towards the arena. He was a tall bay horse with a lot of energy. Nellie knew he would be an eye catcher tonight. She came into the arena and saw Melissa coming towards her on her mustang.

"She's so cool", Nellie thought, "She can train a once wild horse to keep the fancy horses on their toes. I wish I could be like that". But Nellie showed none of the longing of friendship to Melissa, instead she made it seem just the opposite. She tried to do as little as possible with Melissa. Nellie trotted around the arena around the rail holding her horse, Bentley , back so he wouldn't run. Melissa came over to her on her pretty mustang.

"Maybe you should canter him around the arena and burn some of his energy that way?", Melissa suggested "and it might help if you inch your hand down on the reins to give you more control".
Nellie stiffened. She didn't like taking advice, it seemed to her that taking advice just made it seem like she didn't know anything. " No thanks", she said, and trotted off.

Later, during practice, she failed to change leads when turning sharply to cut off some strides and her horse refused the jump. Practice ended and Nellie was not happy. "I'm going to practice tomorrow at home", she tells herself. But then she remembers her parents are going put of town and she would be alone. "Ughhh!" She thought ," Fine! It doesn't mattet. I can do it anyway!" The only problem was that Melissa lived next door to her and had warned against riding with no one there... Nellie hoped she wouldn't get caught...

The next day she played it cool until her parents left. She then tacked up her horse. By the time she was done dark clouds started rolling in. Nellie was frustrated with herself for not checking the forecast! She quickly hoped on her horse and started to warm up, racing against the threatening sky. Bentley cantered perfectly around the jump but Nellie still felt a sinking , dreading feeling deep inside. "Oh stop it silly", she told herself. There was nothing wrong. She collected Bentley and centered him on the highest jump she had out. Suddenly it thundered and seconds later it started pouring down rain. Bentley spooked and jumped to the side quickly. Nellie pulled him back,"We are going to do this!" She ran him towards the jump, but something didn't feel right. Nellie panicked right before the jump. Bentley, sensing his rider's distress hesitated, but he had already committed to the jump! He couldn't stop! He landed on the wet, slippery ground and skidded, sending Nellie flying forward off of him, he slipped and fell to his knees. Nellie landed in a muddy heap in front of him.

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Sure Fire Winner

by Aspen
(WY, USA)

Sure Fire Winner

Sure Fire Winner

This story is about Fever's son. If you haven't, please read my first story "Fever" before this. Thank you.

Part One

And just like his father, Fever, Sure Fire Winner had a spark. Yes, he would run and chase the wind in the field he grazes in, and he would jump and be crazy. But that all ended soon, sooner then you could say "racehorse".

Since Fever died and became history, or you may say a hero, the ranch went downhill. Fever was the one and only racehorse who could win the Triple Crown for our ranch. We had good horses, don't get me wrong, but Fever had something about him you couldn't beat.

Our mares have gotten old, and Sure Fire Winner's mother was to be put down because of sickness. Sure Fire Winner was really the only hope for me and the others... a hope to save the ranch and continue to breed and raise racehorses.

Sure Fire Winner was just a yearling. He was spunky and hyper, and didn't care about anything else but going into the field every evening and grazing.

We all planned on using Fever's bridle and saddle, but Sure Fire Winner just didn't grow. He seemed like he was the same size for decades, his tail stayed short and fuzzy, and never did length like Fever's did or even his own mother's mane and tail.

Children that came over on field trips always went over to Sure Fire Winner's stall and he hated being patted on his muzzle unlike his father. He'd rather be scratched behind the ear and on the back.

A little girl who took interest on the T mark on his forehead began to call him "Little T" and another small little girl shouted out "Tommy". I just stood there as Sure Fire Winner whinnied as she shouted out "Tommy". It was like Sure Fire Winner was excited about that name.

After that and many months later...

It was his second birthday. His mother passed and the ranch got even sicker. We just lost our best mare and still haven't had the time to properly train Sure Fire Winner.

The man who owned the biggest Thoroughbred ranch just miles down the road brought over his two-year old stallion, "Oh Bop", which means "he's a thief" in Russian. The owner said he would take Sure Fire Winner off our hands, no charge, no nothing, but just to take Sure Fire Winner for himself.

I didn't go with it. I said no. He hung his head, sighed and then walked away. I didn't care even if he would have given us a billion dollars for that horse, there was no way I was letting Sure Fire Winner go.

That man knew something I didn't know about Sure Fire Winner. I got a weird feeling when I got closer to that crooked man. His horse was fabulous, why would he want my colt?

But I couldn't worry, we had to start preparing Sure Fire Winner for his first race, the Kentucky Derby...

The shortest race distance is one and one-quarter miles long but it would be the longest for Sure Fire Winner as we've never ran him for this long. We should have, but never got around to doing it.

The days went by, the Kentucky Derby arrived, and Sure Fire Winner was a complete mess.

Oh Bop trotted out proud and the crowd went wild. Sure Fire Winner's ears went back in fright but he was a good boy and behaved in the crowd. And in spite of his fright, I still had second thoughts about Oh Bop beating us.

The same little girl at the ranch cheered, "Go Tommy!"

I was scared for my life...

Part Two

The crowd cheered more as the horses got farther into the track and into the starting gates.

Oh Bop (He's a Thief) loaded first ready to run. Sure Fire Winner reared up a bit scared, he was nothing like his father at this point. I stand up and sing with many more "My Old Kentucky Home". After that, we sit down and hear the screeching beep from the bell.

"AND THEY'RE OFF!" The man yells rambling on with who’s in the lead.

I kept my eye on Sure Fire Winner. It seemed like this race never ended. It was the longest 2 minutes I've ever waited.

Finally, the finish line... I stand up looking at the others. I hadn't had a clue who won. It was so close, I swear it was neck to neck with the two stallions, Oh Bop and Sure Fire Winner.

"Who won?" I yelled as I sprinted to the main office. The door had a sign saying, "Unofficial Winner", so I had no choice but to turn around and wait.

Finally, the announcer came on and many people rushed to the Winner's Circle. The official winner was Sure Fire Winner! Well, he didn't get that name for nothing! I knew he had it in him... I just knew it!

Beautiful red roses hung over the arched and sweaty neck of Sure Fire Winner as the man who asked for the reins clapped please to see the cup. But one thing he wasn't pleased about, it wasn't in his hands.

Many hours later, the celebration was over and I walked out to the stall of Sure Fire Winner, apologizing for never thinking he had it in him, that spark. I mean I knew he had it but just didn't believe it.

"Oh Bop is absolutely amazing. He has the color, the legs, the heart, but he has one thing you don't have," I said as I rub the T mark on his forehead, "the history".

Sure Fire Winner whinnied. I got the feeling he knew what I was talking about?

All of a sudden, I felt a tug on my jacket. As I swung around it was that little girl. "Can I ride him?" She asked as she pulled a bucket to see over the stall gate.

"Maybe, someday." I reply as her mother came and got her.

That night I thought about it. That little girl thought he was a pony to ride and that man laughed in my face. Oh Bop was no joke. He was big, and in racehorses, bigger is better. You want a lengthy horse like Oh Bop.

Fever was ready by now and ready by a million points to win and I still had second thoughts about Sure Fire Winner. I really didn't know if he was ready to run the second longest race but I couldn't tell the future.

The days passed and The Preakness was right up our alley. Just thinking about it was scary.

Press Panel, which meant the newspaper people wanted more info about our boys running in the race, I told them the truth, I didn't lie when they asked if my horse could win the second race. I said I can't tell the future and just gave them honest replies.

That's all I could do.

Part Three

I knew after that, it all of a sudden turned real. Sure Fire winner was now a real horse. He won the Kentucky Derby, now he must win the Preakness.

Oh Bop was ready. I know I've said that before but it's the truth. He's ready to beat my boy Sure Fire Winner.

Finally, about 2 weeks later, it was time for that race. A big semi truck hauled Sure Fire Winner into his stall making a screeching beep backing up.

The two men grabbed Sure Fire Winner clinching their hands around his halter. Sure Fire Winner led great but there was something off.

I looked down the aisle of stalls as the men loaded him into his. There at the paddock, my eyes caught Oh Bop and his owner. There were many people with cameras and many people without, but not one to my horse.

So as my cocky self, I walk up to Oh Bop's stall.

"Hello."

I run Oh Bop's nose. It seemed like he liked it and was a complete new horse. He was nothing like I thought he would be like. He was kind and gentle.

"Uhm.." I hear a mumble behind me.

I turn around.

"This is my horse." The man who owned Oh Bop mumbled.

"I know." I said as I turn back to Oh Bop. "I just wanted to say hello to the stallion who might win." I said, rubbing his neck gently.

"Guards! Please tell her to leave or I may press charges." The man says walking away as many guards and police walked around me.

"No need to fret, I'll leave." I said walking back to my horse.

Sure Fire Winner ate his feed in his bucket. He was calm and it was almost like I saw Fever in that stall.

"Run good today, okay boy?" I smile as I walk away. I couldn't believe how fast time flew by. Last time I looked, it was 2 hours from the race, now it's 2 minutes. I couldn’t believe it.

People started dragging Sure Fire Winner out of his stall, saddling him up, and before I knew it, a man yelled "Riders Up!" I knew at that moment, the race was right around the corner. Literally.

Oh Bop bucked and pretty much dragged the men to the race track. The man who owned him, sat tapping his foot to the hoof beats of the stallions trotting.

"And they're off!" The announcer yells and the horses take off in the flash of lightning.

Sure Fire Winner took the lead but not for long. Oh Bop was right behind him. I swear this time, Oh Bop's hooves were smoking and I don't say that about every horse. I knew Oh Bop wanted the lead and not just him but the jockey and his owner.

His horse had the front page of the newspaper. I was shocked. I knew the crew and I had to step it up.

The first turn of the race, it was about 1:50:4. I kept an eye on my watch as the second turn came around. The thunder of horses running was so loud. Every hoof that touched the ground I would count. I had a timer and everything that I thought I needed.

"He's gonna do it... He's gonna do it!" The announcer yells but I didn't have a clue as to who he was talking about. Was it my boy or that man's stallion? WHO WAS IT?

Again, an unofficial winner...

"This can't keep happening!" I panicked.

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A Day and A Night

by Jenna
(Montana)

This is based on a true story

This is based on a true story

Part One

Jenna looked around, eyeing her brothers, Chase, fifteen, Ryan, sixteen, and Ty, eighteen, all head in different directions after tying up their horses. They lived in rural Montana, and Jenna lived with her mom, dad, and three older brothers. She was fourteen. Tonight was the dance, in town. She hoped no awkward boy would ask her. She decided she'd just play her guitar with the band.

She blew a strand of hair out of her face and stood up from picking out her brown-and-white Paint, Duffy's, hooves. Her brother Chase walked over to her, looking a little disappointed.

"What's up, Chase?" She asked.

"Well, Lilly turned me down again, so..." He looked at her a little sheepishly.

"Yes, Chase, I'll dance with you tonight if you promise not to make me dizzy again." She laughed and playfully punched her brother.

Secretly, he was her favorite. Jenna saw Ty and Ryan already talking to their dates and smiled. Today was going to be perfect!

Jenna set her guitar by Sam Wilson's, the lead guitarist. He had played in the band for around 20 years, because Jenna had never seen him dance in her fourteen years.

The first song started and Jen and Chase started dancing. Jenna felt bad for Chase because he really liked a girl Jen knew from school, but she didn't like him at all. Whenever a girl turned Chase down, he wouldn't ask another one, just dance with his sister instead.

After about five songs, Jenna had to take a break, she was so thirsty. She grabbed some punch and Chase got some, too. All the dancers had a ten-minute break, so they escaped outside to the cool night air.

"I think there's only a few more songs." Chase said. Jenna nodded.

"I'm going to the motel after that. I don't wanna be here til midnight in this crazy town."

Their family was in another town about fifty miles from home and they were there for the big rodeo. They of course brought their horses, since all the kids did roping. They were in a big town in Texas.

Suddenly a masked man in black stepped out, holding a knife. "Come with me," he said in a husky voice, motioning to Jenna.

Chase stopped him. "No, don't you dare touch her!" He made a grab for the man but the guy was quick. He easily jumped back, then ran at Chase, pointing the knife.

Jenna screamed. "No, Chase!" but it was too late. The man ran off into the night, dropping Chase like a hot potato on the ground. Jenna grabbed Chase to her and screamed.

"Help! Help! Someone call 911!!! Please!" Her brother Ryan came running out, looking alarmed.

"Jenna? Chase?" He had looked at Chase in horror, then the blood seeping through Jen's collared shirt and jeans. He grabbed for his phone in his pocket, fumbling with the numbers and rushed back in.

"Oh, Chase, Stay with me. Don't die! You're my favorite brother!"

Chase's eyes cracked open. "Your favorite brother, huh? Now those are...nice words...to hear," he said, struggling for breath.

Jenna shook her head. "No, Chase, save your breath. Help will be hear soon." Jenna sniffed.

"Jen...you are ....my favorite sister. I want you.. to have...Red." Jenna knew he meant his horse.

"No, Chase, she's yours. You have to stay alive for her. For me," She added that last part brokenly, her voice cracking.

"Stand...strong..." His voice trailed off, and Jenna knew he was gone. She screamed as she heard the sirens near. "No! No! Chase! Come back to me! Chase!"

Ryan ran back outside, their parents and Ty in tow. They yelled a little, then started crying. Jenna was whole-heartedly screaming now, her sobs ringing out in the dark night. The EMTs tried prying her arms off Chase, but she held him closer. Ty gently took her arms off Chase and held her up. She cried into his flannel shirt, her words inaudible.

They covered Chase's body was a black tarp, which made her cry even harder. Ty was at a loss for words, nothing seemed to help. He just picked her up and she laid her head on his shoulder, whimpering now. He set her on Duffy, mounted his own horse, and got Red. Then he started off in the night, leaving their parents to made the report.

Part Two

Jenna pulled her headphones out at hearing her dad call.

"What, Dad?" she looked him, deadpan expression.

"Honey, you want to go riding? You haven't been for awhile." He handed her a sandwich. "Not to mention you haven't eaten much."

"Dad, I'm not hungry. And no, I'm not going riding!" She turned back to her room and put her headphones in. She didn't see the hurt face of her father or hear her 19-year-old brother Ty knock.

Her 15th birthday had been horrible, awkward, and just plain nasty. It rained all day and Red, her deceased brother's horse, had run away.

Luckily, a neighbor had him tied in her corral. She had gotten a few books and horsey stuff, but Ty had gotten the best. He got her a horseshoe frame, made out of Red's shoe, with a really nice old picture of Jenna and Chase, her brother who died 4 months ago.

Him and Jenna had been really close, but he got killed when someone tried kidnapping Jenna at a rodeo out of town. He had saved Jenna's life while sacrificing his.

Jenna picked up the picture of her and Chase as Ty walked in, interrupting the moment. Jenna hadn't heard him knock with her music. She pulled them out once again and looked up.

"What, Tyler?" She looked at him with the same expression as her dad.

"Um, hey Jen. I thought maybe you would wanna go riding with me? Some of the cows in the far pasture need to be lassoed up for market next week. Could... could ya help us? Please?" He raised his eyebrows with the puppy dog face.

Jenna couldn't resist. She sighed loudly and clenched her jaw as she pulled her boots on. "Ok, but that's IT. You can not rope me into a trail or nothin', all right?"

Ty grinned. "No pun intended, right? Roped?"

Jenna rolled her eyes as she tried not to smile.

"Whatever."

~~~Later~~~

Jenna re-adjusted herself in her brown leather Western saddle as she watched Ty and Ryan, her other brother, try to rope a calf in the pen. Ty almost had it, but she thought Ryan sure could work on his roping skills. But everyone knew that Ryan would be a bull rider one day. His room was filled with trophies from mutton riding when he was little, bull wrestling when he was a little older, and baby bull riding, and now he was doing the older bulls in their 4-H club.

Ryan never was that good at roping or with horses. He had just turned 17 last month, and his girlfriend, who was going pretty steady, had taken him to the dance and dinner on Friday, the day after his birthday.

Jenna thought about school, which had started 2 weeks ago, and dreaded it. Kyra Glick, a rich rancher's daughter, had always been her archenemy at roping competitions and was a little nicer when Chase died, but she could tell the meanness was coming back, little by little.

Ever since Jen had beat her at a lasso tying contest, and Kyra had gotten a participation ribbon, she had hated her. Jenna's brothers just said she was jealous. Jenna thought, why would she still be jealous after 3 years?

"Hey, Jen! We got it!" Jenna jerked her head up at their voices, tearing away from her thoughts.

"Sweet! Ya'll ready to go back up?"

The brothers looked at each other. "Um, Jenna, we...well, I," said Tyler. "I thought maybe Red could use some exercise for the up-coming trail class... since we're gonna be in it, too, could you ride Red?"

Jenna opened her mouth in protest, but not before Ryan held up a hand.

"Listen, Jen. We know you don't really feel up to riding since...well, you know. We miss him too, got it? But we aren't stopping our lives to pity you. So either you're gonna ride for Chase, or not ride for yourself. But whatever you do, get your head in the game. Don't go around moping and pitying yourself, because I'm sick of it! So, are you riding, or not?"

Jenna frowned as tears filled her eyes. "I'll ride, ok?"

She turned the grey dapple she was riding to the barn to switch horses. She blinked away her tears and gave herself a pep talk as she took the saddle off Cloud.

"Ok, Jen, you have been sick lately. You...I haven't been there for Ryan and Chase as I should have, or even Mom and Dad at that. I need to stop worrying about myself and just let it go. Chase will always have a special place in my heart, no matter what. OK?"

"That's great, Jen."

Jenna turned to see Ty and Ryan leaning against the wall. Ryan smiled.

"That's my sister."

Jenna went on to receive first place in the county roping, championship, state, and state again. Every contest was dedicated to Chase and she won every one after that.

The End

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Forever Free - Wild Horse story

by Annabel ( bella)
(Tauranga, New Zealand:))

Jessie in the Muster Yards

Jessie in the Muster Yards

This is a story about a horse, Jessie. She was one of the very few horses saved from the musters and slaughter P.S This story has no plan! So this could go on forever...

I feel the wind in my mane. The tussock beneath my feet pass on a blur. I call out to my wonderful foal, Mercury, the sonn of Mojo and myn. The stallion of the herd, Mojo, is leading us to fresh grass, the nice, fresh bright green grass. We arrive at a secret gully, that only our herd know about. Mojo suddenly shoots his head up in alarm. His favorite mare, Angel does so too. She always copies him. My foal hurries to me side, and trys to suckel, i push him off, waiting for Mojo’s instructions. Mojo wheeled around in a whirl of air and shoots off. Being in herd, we have to follow him. " Guys, stay alert for any sudden movements" Mojo shouts at us as he is galloping. Suddenly there is a very loud whirring sound.......... - Of a helicopter..... That can only mean one thing........ Its a muster. Me and the herd have escaped many musters. This one.. Well for some reason this one was different. A helicopter cut me off, i knew what was going to happen next. I feel the wind in my mane for the last time, I look at the blur of tussock beneath my feet, and i hear my foals desperate winny’s for his mum. Then i am going down...... It all goes pitch black.


CHAPTER TWO

I look up to find i am under a roof. It smells of horse sweat and... Is that human food? Yes.. Yes it is. Where am i? I jump at a loud and booming voice. I am tackled to the ground, i am too weak to fight. A big beefy man tries to put a ugly batted halter on me. I bite him, but he does NOT GIVE UP! In the end i give in. He smiles in his evil humany way. He drags me into a soft sand arena. I look for my
friends, my herd, but they are not there. I leap in fright as the loud announcer calls of numbers " GOING ONCE, GOING TWICE, SOLD AT 25.00 DOLLARS TO KIM GLADELAKE, THE OWNER OF THE HORSE SLAUGHTERING COMPANY!"

I freeze in fright. H...Horse slaughter? You mean i'm gonna be killed? I plant my hooves firmly into the ground, not wanting to leave. The guy who is leading me brings out a whip, and lays it down on me. I walk quietly forward. The guy who bought me snatched the lead rope and snapped at the man. Kim is halfway leading me up the ramp when.. "STOP! DON'T TAKE HER!" The voice shrills loud and clear piercing through the air. I can't understand what they were talking about then, because it was very loud and rushed. Finally, after hours of waiting, I was led down the ramp by a girl no younger than 10. I bite her, knowing I can get away with it. She turns to me, and I instantly regret hurting her. Tears stream down her face, and she has the look of a shattered heart. She hands the lead rope to another man, and runs away.

The man ignores me, and pulls me up another horse float. There already is a shetland pony in there. He give me a nasty look and turns away. The little girl appears, her face red and tear stained. She keeps on staring at me wearily, as if I could make her drop dead. She hung up a yummy looking hay-net. I stared at it. I dont know if it will be poisoned or safe. I decide to take a nip of hay. Ahhhhh…… This is gooood hay. The man ( Who is the girls father) Sharply closes the horse float ramp. It all goes dark. I try and fight, i try to find some light, but there is none. I eventually give in, knowing this might be my last ever fight….. I yet to know what will happen to me. I force myself into a deep, deep sleep.

CHAPTER THREE

I awaken to a sharp jolt. The horse float has stopped. The man jerks open the horse float ramp. The little girl, whose name is Shari, quietly walked up the ramp. I am startled of what she could do, so i kick out. I narrowly miss her, and end up kicking the side of the miniature pony, who is called Eddie. “ WATCH IT, YOU BLOODY EGG!” He screams. The little girl jumps out of the horse float, startled. The big scary man takes hold of my lead rope and wheels me around, i hit the sides of the float. “ Grrrrrrr.” The man growls. He yanked me into the gravel driveway beneath the float. I take a look at my surroundings. One rundown red barn, one little paddock. I start to feel stressed at what a dump this is, but I stop myself knowing it wouldn't matter because i will probably be dead soon. The man pulls me towards the battered barn. He cracks open the rotting door and leads me inside. It”s better inside than it is outside. There is 3 stalls, all full of rotting straw. The man, whose name i have heard of as Garry, leads me into one of them.




CHAPTER FOUR
I wake from a very deep sleep, to find in my stable, water, hard feed and Shari watching me. “ Hey girl, i have missed you. I had to to to the doctors to get my arm fixed up because of your bite! Dad is very cross with you”……… She whispered. Then she walked away, close to crying. Garry then strides into the stable. “ Im glad you are fattening up! Tomorrow i will train you to be ridden, so eventually my daughter can ride you!” I spent that whole day eating, and trying to make a conversation with Eddie, but with no luck.

The next day, Garry came into my stall with a long rope and a harsh looking stick. He tried to put a halter on me, so i bite him. He punches me in the nose. I go quiet, knowing that if i make some noise i might get bashed again. He eventually gets it onto me, and clips a lead rope on. He leads me out of the stable, and then cracks open the barn doors. I am blinded by the bright light, after being in a dark gloomy stable for a while. He leads be behind the barn. There is a correl, that i had not noticed before. Garry takes off the lead rope and clips on a much longer rope. He flicks the rope at me and hits me. I dont understand what he wants me to do! I gallop around the sharp edges of the correl, bucking and carrying on.“ ENOUGH!” Garry shouts at me. I stand stock still, afraid at what might happen if i move.“ WALK AROUND THE BLOODY ARENA AND DO AS I SAY!” I kinda get at what he wants me to do now. I walk slowly around the arena, he hits me with the rope i trot, and so on. Eventually he sets a jump up, around the height of 1 meter. I know how to jump, because of jumping the army ground fences, on the desert road near Taupo when i was wild. He makes me jump it, so i do, with air to spare. He keeps on increasing the jump height, until i am so tired, and am about the flood the correl with my sweat!

CHAPTER FIVE
This weeks lesson is different. Instead of bringing a whip and a long rope, Garry is carrying a saddle and bridle. He ties me up to the corral with a lead rope, a short one this time.

He chucks the saddle on my back, i buck in surprise, and he whips me. I have learnt my lesson. He tries to put this nasty metal chain in my mouth! It tastes cold, hard and it clangs against my teeth. He does all the straps up, my head feels all squished and tight. He leads me over to a tall wooden box. I don't want to go, of fear of all the changes that are happening, but my kind nature gets the better of me and i give in and follow him. He makes me stand beside the box. He steps up onto the box, and MOUNTS ME!!!!!!! I buck, gallop and kick out in surprise, trying to get rid of Garry, who's on my back. Its no use, he is too strong. So i decide to stand still. Stock still. As still as a tree. Wait…… Trees don't stand still! They always move! I take off like a rocket, almost unseating Garry. Almost, with no luck. I will have to do what he wants me to, i am under his control. He gives me a kick to move on, then trot, and canter. He faces me towards the 1 meter high jump. I have no choice. I can jump this high on the ground, but not with a rider on me!
I have to do it. I take off, i feel as if i have springs on my feet. “ Well done!” Garry shouts, scaring me. Well at least he praised me? Thats a start. Maybe he is not so bad after all….. No. I can't think that.. He hits me! He hates me, and he is rude and bad to Shari.


CHAPTER SIX
Garry keeps on going on like this, five days a week for 2 months. Then finally it was time for Shari to ride me. I see her all geared up in her riding gear. She hops onto the big box. She put her foot into the styrip and swings her leg over my back, way more gentle and slower than Garry. She gives me a small nudge to go forward, and i respond like a angel. We walk a lap, then trot. We trot over a tiny 30cm jump. I try to the best of my ability, trying to please her. She gives me a small kick to go into the canter, and i do so, trying to please her. “ Good girl!” Shari says. She hops off my back, and slides quietly to the ground. Later that evening she comes to my stable, she comes with a purple and black rug. She expertly chucks the rug over my back, and clips all the clips up. She holds me by my mane and leads me out of the barn. “ Good girl now, don't run off or spook because i'm only holding onto your mane! I think dad hid the halter…” She takes me around to the small paddock, opens the gate and lets me free. “ Good girl, stay there until the morning, I will come out before dad gets up and put you back in your stall. Dad does not want you out in the paddock, but i think you deserve it.” Shari whispers. She kisses me on my cheek and goes back into the house. I explore the paddock, and much to my delight, I find a warm feed, a bran mash, in the paddock. I give my silent whinny of thanks to shari.

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Fighter

by Rebel
(Texas)


Fight or Flight?

Flight.

My hooves pound on the ground, throwing up chunks of earth as they dig in. My ears are pinned to my skull, and I hear the shouts of my pursuers as they gain on me. And so I ran. Snorting, I pour all my strength into running.

Run.

Run.

Run.

Do not look back; Only forwards, I tell myself. Reach out. Grab the ground with your front hooves and push it away with your back ones.

Run.

Run.

Run.

Adrenaline courses through me. I have to run. I must run. If I do not- I will be caught. I must WIN.

I duck under a low tree and head down a trail that I know leads to the canyon. Perhaps I can lose them in the twists and turns of the canyon, and the rocks won't help them either. Their mounts were not born and raised in the mountains. The horses running after me would falter where I would stay sure footed. They would balk where I would press on. They would tire, while I would still be running strong. I was a mustang. They were nothing like me.

My heart pounds within my chest, the beating of my heart matching the beating of my hooves as they pound on the stone beneath them. My mane no longer rests upon my neck, but ripples through the air, grounded only my my neck, and my long tail streams out behind me. My neck stretches forwards as I lengthen my stride.

Run.

Run.

Run.

My mind, heart, and hoofs, all beat to the rhythm of that one word.

I round a corner, doubling back and find a steep incline, leading me up the canyon wall. I lurch ahead, pushing myself up the slope with my powerful back legs and hindquarters. Rocks and soil instantly fall away, threatening to take me down along with them as they slide, but my hooves find purchase and I climb.

Climb.

Climb.

Climb.

I find my self at the top of the canyon wall now, and I don't think that the men chasing me will dare follow me. Even if they try, their mounts could not make it up that slope. They would fall. They were not like me.

But still I ran. My heart only knowing one word.

Run.

And so I ran.

I ran until I was sure I had put enough distance between me and anyone who might have attempted to continue the chase. I found myself back out of the canyon, and at the beginning of a prairie. Breathing heavily now, my body drenched with sweat, I let myself break down into a steady lope, then brisk trot, which slowed into a slow trot. Soon, I was walking at a painfully slow pace. I was tired.

A strange noise filled my ears. It grew closer, louder. A great big thing flew in the sky, but it was not like a bird. I knew it as a helicopter, and it was after me.

And so I ran.

I ran, even though I was tired. I fought for every breath, every stride, but still the helicopter chased me, getting closer and closer. Exhaustion took hold of me, but I shoved it away in my mind. I could not lose. To loose would be to give up. To give up would be to surrender. To quit. I never quit.

The helicopter came up alongside me. The side of it opened up and a man pointed a gun at me. I panicked and tried to run faster, but I could not get away from it! The man shot me. Something stung my neck. It wasn't a bullet; I would be on the ground and bleeding if it was, but why did he shoot me with it then?

Suddenly, I felt very sleepy. I slowed to a lope, and then a trot. I trotted, fighting to keep my body under control. Darkness spread on the edges of my vision. I stopped. I screamed in fury. I would not quit. I couldn't quit. This was bad. I screamed again, fighting the atheistic that coursed through me.

Fight.

Fight.

Fight.

I could faintly hear shouts from men.

"Got her with a tranq dart!" I heard someone shout.

I reared up, screaming, pawing the air with my hooves. I struck the ground and shook my head. Breathing heavily, I felt my whole body getting heaver and heaver, just like my eyelids.

No.

I was fighting. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. I'm fighting. I'm supposed to be free. I couldn't loose- not if I fought.

Fight.

Fight.

Fight.

But I could lose, I realized.

No matter how hard I fought, I would lose.

But still I fought.

Fight.

Fight.

Fight.

I felt my knees buckle, and I went down. I heard men around me. Darkness took me, and I knew no more.

Sleep.

Sleep.

Sleep.

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Dreamer

by Sophia
(Crystal lake Il. USA.)


My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest. I fidgeted and played with the car seat belt. Open pastures and seemingly endless fence streaked past the window.

"Well Sophia, here we are," said Mom as we pulled into a gravel driveway as the cars tires crunched nosily.

I could hardly contain my excitement. I guess I should explain why I was so exited. I've always been a horse crazy girl since before I could remember. All my life I've begged my parents to take horseback riding lessons. I knew what the my mom was was going to be before I even asked for riding lessons.

"Honey, we know how much you love horses, but you need to understand riding is an expensive sport. It takes money we don't have."

I understood and stopped asking so much after that. I knew my dad had a lot on his shoulders, providing for a family of six was hard enough without me adding to the expenses. Even though I couldn't ride horses, I still learned about them. I read every book I could find on them. My passion for horses grew, and I learned everything I could so I would be ready for the day ware I would have a horse of my own.

Finally, for my eleventh birthday my grandma bought me riding lessons. I was thrilled. What was really awesome was, the place ware I got to ride bred and sold Arabian horses.

Arabians were my favorite horses ever! Anyway, here we are now, in the parking lot of Forthwind Farms. Arabians whinnied and pranced around in their lush green pastures. I ran into the barn. The wonderful smell of horses and hay hit me. It smelled so good, I got dizzy. Just then I heard someone call out.

"Hi there, how can I help you?"
"I'm here for a riding lesson," I replied.
"Oh, okay, are you Sophia?" The woman asked. I told her that I was.

After that, she told me her name was Allie and she would be my riding instructor. She helped me tack up the horse I would be riding. The horse was an old Arab Saddlebred cross and was named Guided. Riding was a glorious event that ended all too quickly.

After a few lessons, I moved onto a harder horse to ride. This new horse was younger, and loved to go fast! He was a grey Arabian gelding with a few brown spots; the horse's name was Chez. I thought he would be hard to ride, but he and I clicked. He soon became my favorite horse in the whole barn. All I had to do when I was riding was think what I wanted him to do, and he'd go ahead and do it.

I'm so glad after all these years of longing to hang out with horses, I finally was able to. The reason I wrote this story was to encourage other girls who were like me. Girls who love horses who either can't ride, or don't have a horse of their own. Don't give up on your passion for horses!

Remember, dreams do come true.

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A Horse On The Run

by horses4friends
(NC)

Starlight (Darcy)

Starlight (Darcy)

Part One


Hi! My name is Darcy, my old name used to be Starlight, but that is in the past. I'm a night black Arabian mare. My story started in a great home, until I got sold at the age of three. So let's skip ahead to where I say the story starts, on an icy, windy cold day, where my new awful owner was trying to ride me in the indoor arena.

"Starlight! Put your head down! I'm going to ride you whether you like it or not!" My master jerked my halter, which made me rear, terrified. "Now!" He jerked my head down again and thrust an icy cold bit in my mouth.

I looked around me for an escape, but there was only the white-washed walls surrounding me. He threw my saddle on roughly, which of course, I bucked. Then he tightened the girth way too tight and mounted, kicking me in the sides. I bolted, then he jerked on the reins, what did this man want me to do? Stop or go?

When he returned me back to the stall an hour later, I was covered in sweat and shaking with cold. Then I heard a voice in the stall next to me said, "You really don't like that man, do you? So why are you so kind to him? I've only been here a day, and I know I don't like him."

I threw my head, startled, "Who are you and when did you get here? You certainly weren't here this morning." I turned and stared over the stable barrier, and saw this cute little strawberry roan gelding, glaring up at me. I almost laughed.

"I'm Sunny and I came from another mean home, but before, I was wild." The horse named Sunny said.

"Wild?" I stared at Sunny.

"Yeah, and this place is a mud puddle compared to the wild. Man, I just want to kick that..." Sunny kept on talking and I thought, what a fiery little mustang, huh, well he sure has spunk, "hey are you listening to me?" Sunny asked. "Horses around here just don't care for a good conversation," Sunny said to himself.

"Sorry, but I was just wondering what YOU were going to go to help us escape. There really isn't a chance of escape anyway, I'm always in my stall!" I said, exasperated.

"Welllll, when do you want to escape?" Sunny asked, curiously.

"As soon as possible!" I snorted.

"Then where does the man go around now?"

I shook my head, what difference did it make where the man was? "He rides the other horses, training them."

"Well, then, let's leave right now!" Sunny said, "Hey, watch this!" Then he lipped the bolt of his stall. Suddenly, he pushed the gate open and was free!

"How did you do that!?" I cried, surprised.

"I learned how." Sunny said simply. "Now let's go!" He had lipped my gate open and now I pushed the gate open, free! Then I just stood there, not knowing what to do until I heard the man yelling,

"Hey! What are you doing out! Get back here!" Then I started trotting away.

"Darcy! Run!" Sunny screamed next to me then we both bolted across the field and toward the woods. We had escaped! We galloped together in the dusk, me not knowing what I was heading into.

When we finally slowed down it was pitch black outside. I thought back and suddenly asked, "Hey, did you call me Darcy?"

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Chasing The Wind

by Horse Person One
(California)


Chapter One: Arrival

Two lead ropes on each side of me were pulling me out of the trailer. I have been in that trailer for a week, on a trip across America. I was being sold to a ranch called Golden HorseShoes Ranch, which I know I am going to hate.

"I will take her to her stall," said a voice right next to me.

On the way to my stall, that same girl said, "well, you sound like you're ready for a fight with Amber!"

I did now know who this "Amber" was, so I just ignored that. When we were walking towards my barn, I heard a bang in the other barn. I heard someone call out, "Olivia, Amber got out of her stall!"

That's when I met Amber. She came galloping towards me and at that very moment her hoofs struck me and I was on the ground. I wouldn't give up. I got back up and charged toward her, almost knocking over Olivia, which is the person that led me. I went up to Amber and kicked her. Hard. I saw a big cut right on her chest.

"Get Amber to the hospital, Carly and Emily. Fast!" Screamed Olivia. And I saw Emily and an older person, which was Carly, drive Amber away. Olivia picked up my lead rope and walked me to my stall. My bay coat was drenched in sweat.

That night, Olivia came to my stall and gave me my hay, water, and oats. Then, for some reason, stayed with me. I thought no one would stay with me after what happened earlier that day. I heard her say, even though I wasn't paying attention, "please don't do this again or I am going to have to get rid of you."

After hearing this, I knew I have to jump the fence. I have been sold to many ranches, and every ranch got rid of me because I am too wild. When she left, I planned out how I am going to escape. I said to myself, first, I have to break out of this stall. Then, I have to race to the fence and jump. Finally, I have to run away into the wild.

I started to kick the door, and then Olivia came back and tied me to the post right next to my stall. That plan went down the drain.

I was a smart horse, so I untied my lead rope and broke out of my stall. I trotted to the fence and collected myself and burst out in a jump. I went down in a bang.

Chapter Two: Flames in the Barn

When I woke up, I found myself in my stall, in cross ties. I tried to remember what happened last night and I started thinking to myself, jump the fence... gallop... crash. I remembered! I tried jumping the fence but I jumped too low and landed on the fence.

"Good morning girl! You sure tried to escape last night," said Olivia as she walked into the barn, "You're lucky you didn't have any broken bones! You sure wanted some freedom. Wait, that's it! Your name is now Freedom!"

I never thought about having a name. The people at Springfield Farm, my old home, called my Sassy, but they said it wasn't a permanent name.

Later that day, Emily came into the barn with another horse. "Hey Freedom. You have a new friend in the barn! Just don't fight. His name is Thunder." She said.

I could tell that the horse was a stallion, because he was trying to bite a chunk out of Emily's arm. She just pushed his head away. Emily walked Thunder into his stall on the other side of the barn. When Emily left, I took a nap and woke up to find it midnight.

All of my food was in my stall and I was tied up. Again, I untied the rope and found that the gate was open and Thunder was out of his stall. I was guessing that he opened it.

I walked out of the barn and saw Thunder in the shade of the big oak tree. I trotted up to him and gave him a look, which meant I am ready for a fight when you are.

I heard some commotion in the other barn and I cantered over. I took a peek inside and the roof was falling down! I whinnied to get Thunder to come over.

We both went in to unlock all of the stall doors and told the horses to come out. All of them quickly trotted out. I looked back at the barn, and a paint horse was left behind. She had a little foal with a broken leg and she wouldn't leave the foal.

I went inside the barn and got the little foal. I had to walk out because she was on my back. The mare cantered out. I could tell she was terrified.

When we were done saving the horses, it was almost morning time! Olivia came outside and saw us all standing there. "Why are all of you standing here?!" She asked. I wish I could tell her. She walked over to the barn, and saw that it was red with flames.

"Call 911! Now!" She yelled to Emily and Carly.

Ten minutes later, a big red truck came to the ranch. Olivia had all brought us to the paddock. The people that came out of the truck started shooting the fire with water. Thirty minutes later, the people and truck left.

On the other side of the paddock, Thunder was rearing. I knew what that meant. He thinks he is the king of the herd. I galloped over and struck him. He got back up and bit me right in the neck. I fell to the ground.

Chapter Three: Hospital

I woke up in a strange stall that I wasn't used to. I had a big bandage on my neck and I was in cross ties. A strange person that was talking to Olivia walked up to me and said, "She will heal in a couple days, but we have to keep her here."

They left after a couple minutes and I heard a familiar whinny. Amber was here. Carly came and put a lead rope on me to take a walk. I bolted and went to Amber, who was being walked, too. She bolted as well and we met in the middle.

The first to strike was me. I reared, pawing the air furiously, and I struck her with my hoof. Then she tried to bite me, but I was too smart and kicked her right in the chest. That ended the fight. She got knocked out. And all of a sudden, I fell to the ground.

I woke up in a medical stall, with a vet right next to me. I noticed that she gave me a sleeping shot to stop the fight. She came up to me and squeezed all of my legs, checked my body, and she tried to open my mouth but I refused. She had to call in more vets to pin me down. The vet finally opened my mouth but I bit her. After that I was in the trailer, going to Florida.

Chapter Four: Springfield Farm

Another week inside that trailer was a nightmare. When I finally got there, someone just came up to me without letting me meet him, and led me to my stall.

I had to be in cross ties for the entire day and night. I was thinking Springfield Farm changed owners. It was time for bed, but no one came to untie me. I guess I had to sleep like this.

In the morning, they made me wake up at 5:00 for training. The same person that led me out of the van took me to the tacking area. He put my saddle on, which I was used to, and he tried to put the bit in my mouth but I would not open. He tried a different way which was he held a carrot to me. I opened my mouth and he shoved the bit in my mouth. A different person came and got on top of me. I have done this before so I wasn't bucking, I would love to though.

We got on the track. He warmed me up at a trot, but I fought for rein. Then he signaled me to canter, but I galloped. He pulled too hard on the reins. I couldn't take it anymore. I bucked him off. He went flying into the air and hit the ground with a crash.

Another rider came and luckily, she was the one I really liked from last time I was here. "Hey, Freedom. I think that's your name. Calm down. I know you want to gallop, but we specialize in jumping. If you want to race, you should have been better at Golden HorseShoes. Now just calm down and we will start jumping." She said as she was mounting.

I cantered on the track and I wasn't interested in this. I wanted to race. I cleared the first jump but landed wobbly. We went over four more fences. I walked off the track dancing around. My heart sank when I saw Harold, the meanest person here, walk up.

"Wow. You call that riding. She wasn't focused. You should have got her attention by shaking the reins." He said.

Allison, my rider, said, "well, she doesn't like jumping so she wasn't interested. If I shook the reins, it makes the bit bump her teeth. That is like when..."

Harold interrupted her, "that's like blah, blah, blah. I don't care about her. I care about winning."

Allison dismounted and walked me to my stall. I could tell she hated Harold. The next day, Olivia came back to see if there were any other horses for sale. She came to my stall and talked to me. I was half asleep so I didn't know what she was saying.

Allison came over to take me for a ride. She noticed Olivia and told her, "Hi! You must be Olivia from Golden HorseShoes. I am Allison, her rider. Would you be interested in watching her workout?"
"Sure," replied Olivia, "I'd love to."

We got on the track and as usual jumped over 5 fences. I was so tired of it.
"Looks like she doesn't like to jump." Olivia said.

"Yah. She wants to race."

"How about I buy her again and train her for racing."

"That would be great!" And again, back in the trailer for a week.

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Run like the wind

by Regan
(Lexington, Kentucky, USA)


The dawn sky was streaked with blue and pink. The grass was dotted with dew that shimmered in the light of the rising sun. I walked across the field to catch my two horses, Autumn and Smokey. They let out a low, welcoming nicker when I approached them. They calmly followed me out of the pasture, and into our barn.

My family's barn is very old, but safe. There are two stalls for Autumn and Smokey, and the other four are for tack, feed, and other supplies.

I fill up Autumn and Smokey's water buckets, and make them each a bran mash. The day was a bit chilly, and they were the best, so they deserved it.

While Autumn ate, I groomed her. Her bright bay coat was soft, and warm. Her eyes were loving and the white star on her forehead made her the total package.

I remember the day I first saw her. My family was looking for a horse for me. I could not help but notice Autumn. She is a Morgan-Arab cross, so the shape of her head and the way she holds her tail, was enchanting. She was the horse I chose.

When I was done with Autumn, I moved over to Smokey who is a dapple gray QH. I bought him for trail riding. He is a big lovebug. He is friendly to everyone. Everyone loves him. His eyes are very big, and he often makes them very large to beg for horse treats. I often call him my puppy dog.

Before I know it though, I have to go to school. Well, I am homeschooled. My mom's two friends and their daughters meet up at our house every Monday and Wednesday for group lessons. All of us are learning at Accelerated Levels.

It is Monday, and we were supposed to read two chapters of Gone With The Wind, write a detailed summary of the chapters, and take notes to share with the group. Morgan and Bella had already shared.

"Dani, do you have anything to share?" asked Mom. I nodded and read my notes. When I was done, we moved on to our Algebra lesson. After that we worked on our history skit.

"Alright girls, why don't you go riding?"

Morgan, Bella, and I nodded. The second we were out the door Morgan and Ella started off to their house. They lived a two minute walk away. They were going to meet me back here in ten minutes.

I ran over to Smokey. I gave him a quick grooming and slipped the cool metal bit into his mouth. I quickly fasten the throat latch and noseband. Even though Smokey is a very tall gelding, I can still mount him from the ground.

I grab a fistful of his dark gray mane, and swing my leg over his back. I adjust myself, and stroke his flank.

"Alright boy, let's go!" I whisper to him. Smokey picks up a well-paced walk.

"Dani!" calls Morgan.

"Hey!" I respond.

I kick Smokey into trot. Even though I ride him bareback, he still has the best trot. Morgan is on her chestnut mare Ginger. Bella trots up behind Morgan.

"I thought we could go to that big empty field near Bracken Creek," says Bella who is on her black gelding Shadow.

"Well then let's go!"

We took off at a canter. The wind blew through my hair and I never felt more free.

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Dakota, Noah and Me

by MKrider
(Bled, Slovenia)


Part One

My boots were caked with orange clay mud as I walked down the rocky, muddy road. Under my arm, I held three wooden planks and my right hand was occupied with a jar of nails and a hammer. I wore a black rain jacket, camo ball cap, blue jeans, and fairly worn brown cowboy boots.

It had just stopped raining ten minutes earlier so everything was wet and the air smelled fresh and earthy. A rainbow decorated the sky. It reminded me of the story of Noah's ark and God's steadfast promises.

After a couple of minutes of walking, I came upon a mighty oak tree whose sturdy branches reached out in every direction.

"Perfect," I said with an approving grin. I gently laid my supplies down by the base of the tree and started to climb up it. The climb was rough with limbs poking me in the eyes and slick bark preventing me to climb with a sure grip. I thought of every tree I climbed as a challenge that I just needed to conquer. With every higher branch the urge to reach the top grew.

I was just a couple of branches away from reaching the top when I heard something in the woods. I froze in mid reach. Suddenly, two options came to mind - either scurry up the rest of the tree or climb down to face whatever was in the woods. I chose option number two.

As I half slid and half climbed down the tree, I could hear the fast, pounding sound getting louder. I couldn't decide whether I was being brave or dumb for doing this as I slid down the tree trunk and landed with a thud. The pounding sound was at its loudest and for a brief moment I thought I was imagining things.

There before me was a rearing horse. It was clearly spooked so I stood up from my awkward position on the ground and started walking toward it with my arms outstretched horizontally. It acted as if it would keep rearing but it soon calmed down though it's eyes were still filled with fear. I started to rub it's neck and talk to it in soothing tones.

"Where's your owner?" The horse was a strawberry roan appaloosa mare and roughly fifteen hands high. Her mane and tail were tangled in burrs. Her nostrils flared and her neck was wet with sweat. When she was completely calm I realized I didn't know what to do. I had just found a horse in the woods.

I was racking my brain for a solution to my problem. In the midst of my thinking, I didn't notice a figure walking toward me from behind.

"Hi."

"What!?" I spun around my heart beating out of my chest. The roan jerked her head up in alarm. In front of me was a boy with dirty blond hair and green eyes. He was roughly my height perhaps an inch or two taller. He wore jeans, a navy blue T-shirt and brown leather hiking boots.

"Who are you?" I asked with a straight face.

"Noah. I live on the other side of these woods. That's my horse." He pointed to the roan who was now nuzzling his sleeve.

"Oh. Why was she out alone?" He gave his horse a quick inspection for injuries as I spoke.

"She broke out of our paddock two days ago. Who are you?"

"Kelley. Kelley Rosalind Price." He stood up and faced me.

"Is your family the one who just moved here?" He bent down and picked up her hoof.

"Uh, yeah. How did you know?" The boy's expression looked a little amused.

"It's a small town. Thanks for catching Dakota for me. I'll see you around." He slipped a brown leather halter onto his horse and attached a lead rope. They left in the opposite direction leaving me staring at the mare with longing. I silently wondered if I would ever see them both again.

Part Two

For the rest of the afternoon, after Dakota and Noah had left, I built steps up the trunk of the oak tree. This was the beginning of my tree house where I would have many adventures. I had no more boards and no more nails therefore I decided to head back to the house.

As I began to walk up the dirt road I thought back at what happened earlier that afternoon. The image of Dakota rearing was implanted in my thoughts. I wanted to see her again and stroke her beautiful coat.

"At least I know where she is," I told myself. I knew she was with her owner Noah. I hoped that I would see them both again.

The sun was gradually being blocked from view by a brooding cloud. I stopped and breathed in deeply through my nose. I could smell rain. I quickened my pace hoping to beat the rain I knew was coming. The sky quickly became dark and grey and rain began to lightly fall. I put my hood over my head and started to jog my way home.

Lightning crashed in the distance. My heart jumped as I heard rumbling above me. The rain was now drizzling heavily. After a couple of minutes I could finally see my house in the distance. I sprinted toward it as the wind and rain blew in my face.

I had reached the house and as I was just about to step inside I heard a yelp behind me. I turned around and searched the wide lawn with my eyes. Though I couldn't see anything I heard the yelp again. I desperately wanted to go inside out of the cold but I also wanted to save whatever was out there yelping. I stepped off the porch and headed out into the raging storm.

On one side of our lawn there were trees and bushes. The yelping was loudest on that side of the lawn. As I searched I glanced upon something sleek and brown in the bushes.

"What?" I pulled back the branches and set my eyes on a beautiful chocolate lab. I quickly scooped him up and ran inside.

"Dad!" I said with excitement as I kicked off my boots in the laundry room. "Mom!" I hurried into the family room and held out the puppy in front of my parents. Their faces were shocked and confused.

"Where have you been? Are you okay? Where did you get this dog?!" My mom sat up from the coach as she hammered me with questions.

"I've been out exploring. You said I could remember? I was coming back but I got caught in the storm and then I heard something yelping and I found this dog!"

"Kelley, go to the laundry room and grab an old towel. Take the dog to the sink and clean it off." I obeyed my father and did exactly as he told me. My parents sat at the kitchen table as I tended to the puppy.

"Mom, Dad? May I keep em'?" My parents gave each other the "what do you think" look and sat there silently.

"We'll think about it." My dad said breaking the silence.

"Either keep it in your room or in the bathroom for the night."

"Yes ma'am." I cradled the puppy in my arms as I headed up the stairs to my room. I gently put it on the towel in my bathroom then changed out of my wet clothes. I fell back on my bed and thought about everything that had happened that day.

"Maybe living here in Good Hope, Georgia won't be so bad after all."

Part Three

"Kelley, I'm going to the store, I'll be back in thirty minutes!" My mom called out from downstairs informing me about her departure.

I sat up in bed and looked out my bedroom window. The sun shone brightly with the promise of an exciting day.

I got ready and headed downstairs and was greeted by the aroma of oatmeal coffee cake. There on the kitchen counter was a chewy piece laid out for me on a plate. I scarfed down my breakfast and quietly walked to my dad's study. He sat in his brown, leather arm chair reading a book.

"Good morning dad. May I go down to the woods after I feed the dog and all?"

He put down his book and stood up.

"Actually, I already found the owner of that dog."

I was surprised then confused.

"What? How?"
"One of the neighbors this morning called asking about a chocolate lab puppy. I told him we found one and that we would drop it off as soon as possible."

"Oh." I followed my father out of the study with a small feeling of disappointment. I hoped that the puppy would be mine. I let out a sigh and went back to my room to get the dog. It still slept on the towel where I had left it the night before. A random cardboard box was on the floor so it seemed like the perfect way to carry the peacefully sleeping puppy.

I slipped on my brown cowboy boots then briskly walked to the driveway where the pick up was already outside. I hopped up into the front seat as my dad cranked up the car.

After a ten-minute drive with woods rushing past us on either side of the road, we drove up a steep driveway that led to a beautiful, quaint house with its porch decorated with delicate flowers.

I was already opening the car door before the pick up came to a full stop. I walked quickly up to the front door, knocked twice, then took a step back.

Suddenly, in the distance I heard a horse whinny. I froze and everything in me wanted to find the source of that whinny. Then the front door slowly opened and I was even more stunned than I was before.

"Kelley?"

"Noah!" There standing before me was the boy from the woods. I suddenly gasped realizing that the whinny came from Dakota the beautiful strawberry roan appaloosa mare I had found the day before.

We stood there in awkward silence for a few moments until my dad came walking up the porch steps.

"Hi, I'm Carson Price. I believe this dog belongs to you?" My dad shook hands with Noah as Noah stepped out onto the porch.

Before Noah could answer a man that looked like an older version of him appeared at the door.

"Hello, I'm Blake Fowler." The man introduced himself and shook hands with me and my dad. As the two older men started to talk and lose themselves in that kind of conversation only adults can understand, Noah removed himself from the scene and came to me.

"Do you wanna see Dakota?" My heart jumped at his question and everything in me was screaming YES!

"Um, sure." I answered simply. I gently put down the box then followed him down a dirt path that led to a paddock where Dakota tranquilly grazed. He sat upon the fence while I simply stood on the bottom rung.

"So, do you like horses?" He asked me keeping his eyes on Dakota.

"You have no idea."

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Am I ready for a horse?

by Horse Dreamer


I have been riding for 2+ years. I can walk, trot on the correct diagonal with great rising, canter nicely on correct leads have good posture and can jump 2 ft. I have been to shows before but I am showing a lot this summer.

I have experience in catching, grooming, tacking up, lunging, feeding, mucking, filling hay nets... all that kind of stuff.

If I do get a horse soon, I plan on getting one around 10-12 years old. My parents have the money situation figured out nicely, they just want to make sure I am ready.

I will be boarding and I will have a trainer for anything I have questions about or need help in any way once I do have a horse.

Please comment down below and let me know what you think! Also, I do have plenty of knowledge when it comes to breeds, heath, etc.

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Chloe's Silver Star

by Summer
(Washington, USA)


CHAPTER 1


Joy opened the back door and closed it behind her. She stepped onto the back porch, barely glancing at the porch swing and various bean bags and pillows that were everywhere. She had one task, one thing to do. She looked out across the pasture, waiting, listening. She let loose with a shrill whistle, and a small smile flitted across her lips.

She heard the sound of galloping hooves, and that was what she wanted to hear. She saw her gelding, her beloved Silver, galloping towards her. He slowed to a trot and nuzzled her. He was an American Quarter Horse, and he was a dapple grey color. As he came up, she flattened out her hand, offering the apple in his hand. He took it, then nuzzled her. She smiled, and put her arms around him. Nothing could get better than this life, Chloe thought.

She swung up onto his back, riding towards her small stable. She asked him to canter, gently clucking to him. He responded swiftly, breaking into a smooth, rolling canter. Finally, they reached the stable. She dismounted, and patted him. She took him to to the tack room, where she grabbed her grooming kit. She put his black halter on, and led him to his stall. She clipped on the cross ties, but she heard someone coming up behind her.

"Surprise!" She heard. Joy whirled around so fast that her pale blonde hair that was hanging loosely slapped her in the face. As she pushed it out of her face, she saw her friends, June and Grace, standing in front of her, looking amused. Okay, fine, maybe a little more than amused. While Grace just had a normal, amused expression, June looked like she was trying hard not to laugh. A snort escaped her tightly clamped lips, until she had erupted into full-out laughter.

Grace and Joy joined in the laughter, laughing until their sides hurt. June shook her head and said "You really should've seen the expression on your face, Joy! It was hilarious!" Grace shook her head, a smile lighting up her face. "Well, I have to admit, you guys did surprise me a little." Joy said, shyly hiding her smile. Grace smiled.
"You're too easy to scare, Joy. Even when we want to, we feel bad afterwards." Grace said. Joy smiled. "It's fine, I don't mind being scared." June hugged her. "See, that's what we love about you. You're always forgiving, even when you're too shy to admit it."

She said. Joy smiled. "Thanks." She answered.Grace went over to hug her too. "Okay," said June, pushing back. "We almost forgot the reason we came over. Wanna come over on a trail ride with Grace and me? We were thinking of going by Summer Creek, since it's so cool over there, then go over to the meadow, then over to the cliff to watch the sun as it sets over the woods."
June said. Joy smiled. She loved that about June. Always ready with a plan. Always having a great idea for the location of their trail rides. Joy nodded, not concealing her smile this time. "Okay, that sounds just fantastic!" Joy said enthusiastically.

Grace nodded, happiness showing in her green-grey eyes that were usually serious. "June always has the best plans. I'm going to saddle up Danicca, and if I finish before you guys, well." Her eyes glimmered. "You better hope I don't or I'll be leaving you in the dust."

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Neglected Nigel

by Zahra
(United Kingdom)


Chapter One

Lucy Hallden gasped. Just in front of her, in the Maple Leaf Stables, a new horse was being led out of a horsebox.

"Oh my goodness!" She silently cried. "That poor horse!"

For the horse was filthy. His mane, which had once been beautiful and flowing, was matted with mud. His coat, which had once been shining and glistening, was caked with filth and sweat. Lucy was so shocked she couldn't say a word.

Chapter Two

When she did find her voice, she spoke to Matt Heathers, the instructor that was leading the horse out.

"Wha...what happened?" She said in a horrored whisper.

"He was neglected. His owners went on vacation and left him in their barn without a stable boy to look after him. He became crazy with hunger and fear, tore loose from his stall, and escaped. We found him, half dead and starving, trying to eat some wild blackberries. We took him in and brought him here."

Chapter Three

"How awful!" Said Lucy. "Poor boy. What's his name?"

"The name on the front of his stall was Nigel."

"Nigel. Poor Nigel. So your horrid owners neglected you did they? Then they forgot about you. Poor Nigel!" She murmured to the trembling horse. He whinnied in reply and nuzzled her shoulder.

"Are you going to keep him here at the stables, Matt? Or are you going to find him a home?"

"Well... we had decided to sell him when he got better, would you like to help me groom him?

"Oh yes!" Said Lucy excitedly. "I'd love to help!"

Chapter Four


So she did. For the next week, Lucy nursed him like a baby, and by the end of the week she had an idea of who could keep Nigel. Herself! It wasn't like she didn't know how to ride and didn't have a stable. She had had her own horse 3 years before, but he had died of colic.

So she persuaded her dad. In the end he said yes, because he was tired of her whining at him, and bought the horse.

And from that day on until his death, Nigel was treated like a king by the 12-year old girl that saved his life.

THE END

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Old Mill Stables

by Haddie

Petting horses

Petting horses

I've changed the names of the stable, the people, and some of the horses, as well as other details, but this is based on a true story about something that happened to me several years ago.

Part One


I step out of the car and breathe in the smell of horses. I'm so happy. Wearing a lavender sweatshirt, tan jodhpurs, and tall black rubber riding boots, I've just arrived at the stable for my first riding lesson! I've longed to ride for so long, and now the day is finally here!

My stomach flutters as I walk towards the barn, but my nerves calm when I meet my instructor, a young woman with a kind voice and a gentle manner. She takes me to the tack room and finds me a helmet that fits and a pair of gloves to borrow. Then she smiles and says, “It's time to meet your pony!” It's the moment I've waited so long for.

After handing me a carrot, my instructor leads me to the stall of--“Haddie! Are you listening?” Oscar's voice jerked me out of my daydream.

Slowly, I made myself focus on my younger brother's face. “What?”

He grinned mischievously, obviously enjoying my confusion. “This is the third time Dad has said to go to the car!”

“Oh.” I picked up The Kingfisher Illustrated Horse and Pony Encyclopedia and followed Oscar out the front door.

Outside, it was a lovely day. The air was crisp and cool, the sky was blue, and birds were singing merrily. The trees along the street were decked in red, orange, and yellow leaves. It was the day after Thanksgiving, and my family and I were spending the holiday weekend at my grandparents’ house four hours away from home.

That morning at breakfast, Grandma had proposed a visit to a dairy farm close by. My three siblings and I had all agreed that it sounded like a fun outing, so we had all gotten ready to go, and then I had lapsed into my favorite daydream-imagining what it would be like if I ever got to ride a horse. I wanted so much to take riding lessons.

The screen door slammed shut as Grandpa, the last one out of the house, stepped into the sunshine. He locked the door and then we all piled into my family's Suburban. I crawled into the backseat between the car seats of my six-year-old sister Betsie and Jake, the youngest, who was four.

Dad started the car and we were off.

Several minutes later, I opened The Kingfisher Illustrated Horse and Pony Encyclopedia--my favorite horse book--and wondered which horse or pony from its pages I should pretend to ride today. The pretty little bay pony? The dappled grey Arabian? The big chestnut draft cross? I had just decided on the pony-my name for her was Cinnamon--when my dream was again interrupted.

“Haddie?” This time it was Grandma's voice from the seat in front of me. “If you look out the left window, there will be some horses in a few miles.”

Horses!? We weren't out of the city yet! But I glued my eyes to the window. Before long...horses! There they were! Turned out in a sandy arena...bays...pintos...a golden palomino...they were all so beautiful it took my breath away.

Then we were driving past a big barn, white with hunter green shutters on the stall windows...and then more horses! A second arena, with even more horses than the other one! Each horse seemed more beautiful than the last. I gazed at them for as long as I could.

Before long, we arrived at the dairy farm. Dad turned into the long gravel driveway. On either side of our car were green pastures, each with a group of light brown cows grazing peacefully. Oscar, Betsie, and Jake exclaimed over the cows. Only I said nothing--I'd always had a quiet personality; besides, I was trying in vain to decide which of the horses I'd seen were prettiest and which I'd like to ride most. Eventually I gave up.

“Jerseys on the left, Guernseys on the right,” Grandma informed us. She was knowledgeable about bovines, having grown up on a dairy farm in Wisconsin. “We always had Guernseys when was a kid.”

I liked the cows. They were pretty animals, though, in my opinion, not quite as lovely as the horses.

Dad continued driving until we reached a small building with white rocking chairs on the covered porch.

“Uh oh,” Grandpa said suddenly from the passenger seat.

“What is it?” I asked, not seeing anything wrong.

“Look at the door of the building.” I took a closer look. On the door was a sign that read, in big black letters, “CLOSED”. The car was silent for a moment.

“Well,” Mom said slowly, “I guess we won't get our tour of the farm after all.”

Disappointed, I sighed quietly. I would have liked to get up close to the cows...maybe they would have even let me milk one. Dad turned the Suburban around and drove back to the pastures, pausing there to let us get one last look at the cows out the windows. Then he turned out of the gate and back onto the main road.

t was then that I had my idea. My heart leaped at the thought. I knew it might not work...but I just had to give it a try.

“Dad?”

“Yes, Haddie.”

“Since the farm was closed...”

“Yes?”

I blurted it out. “Could we go to the horse stable instead?”

He paused for what must have only been seconds, but felt like much longer as I waited in suspense for his answer. My dad always liked to think things over thoroughly.

“Well,” he said slowly at last, “I don't know if they would allow people to just come visit, but...we can try.”

I felt like jumping up and down, but I had a seat belt on. Instead, I thanked Dad. Then I looked out my window--the stable would be on my right now--and felt a smile of anticipation spread across my face. Maybe, just maybe, my dream of being with horses would start coming true today!

I couldn't wait.

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My Wild Heart

by Melanie
(Texas)

Rebel

Rebel

So I have been posting on horsecrazygirls.com for years now, commenting on other's stories, sharing some of my stories and everthing. I read Josh's Forsaken and Parker Liam's Star Dancer and saw how much y'all guys loved those stories and I am stepping up and writing my story about my life with horses.

So the first bunch of years I'm going to sort of speed through and then get into more detail as I get closer to present day... Some things you should know though is I am the oldest of 5 siblings, I don't technically live where my horses are, they are at my grandma's who lives 20 minutes away from my house and I go there like 4 or 5 out of 7 days a week so I can horse around. ;) Other things will be added in as the story goes...

It started when I was a baby. Talk about love at first sight! My mom held me up to one of our horses and I touched him, and then pet him. Horse was one of my first words. I couldn't get enough of them. From then on, man I was hooked! As soon as I could walk I was toddling out to the fence to pet them. When I was like 2 I got to ride for the first time. It was awesome!

Years pass and I was 5 and still horsecrazy. A horse from our neighbors pasture escaped into ours. I say escaped because these people starved their horses, beat and abuse them. We had called the Sheriff on them a lot but they always got away with it. Finally this one broke through the fence into our pasture. He was a 5 year old bay stallion but sweet as a puppy! He followed me around everywhere. We kept him, castrated him and started train him to ride. The thing is he was okay with me but anybody else he was scared of. I'm sure he had been beaten. I named gim Phillip. Phillip bucked everybody off but me except once. That time I was on him and a bee sting him and he bucked me off trying to get away from the bee. I broke my elbow and after that my mom was scared of him and hardly let me on him. Then I went to riding Buck. He was a 15 hand paint gelding with an addditude. I shouldn't have been riding him but I wouldn't stop with horses and he was the only one who was "safe". And he wasn't safe. I couldn't control him. He scraped me off under so many trees, swam through so many ponds and creeks and kicked up his heels so much to try to get me off. We decided to buy me a trained horse. So on Face book, when I was 9, my grandma ran across this place where the sold a bunch of horses. We decided to visit there and see if any might be suitable.

We drove down the winding road. "Are we close yet?" I asked my grandma.

"Just a few more minutes" she said.

Shortly we pull up at this place with a big barn. We meet the people and and they show us around.

"This paint horse might me a good fit", the man said." He is young but obedient".

That paint just reminded me too much of Buck. I still rode him but I just didn't have any spark. Then they brought out a different horse. This one a sorrel mare. I rode her. I rode her a LOT. She was awesome and sweet. "This is the one," I told my grandma.

Okay that was the first chapter. Sorry if it's short and boring the others will be much better. I will add more later but I have to finish mucking out stalls!

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I miss him so much


Was it those brown eyes? Was it the fuzzy black and white coat? Was it the silly way he stuff out his tongue?

I don't know why I fell in love with him. Something hit me that day that I haven't felt since.It was true love at first sight. I cry every night because I miss him.

He was my entire world, my best friend, my soulmate and my partner in crime. It hurts so bad...

Please come back, I need you... Whenever something went wrong you were always there to make me smile again. Now every time I see you its with another girl. It instantly takes away all my happiness.

I wish you could be my partner again. But I know I can't have you back. I need to move on but I can't. Just remember whatever happens you will ALWAYS be My Classy Star.

You are my heart horse and I'll never forget you for as long as I live. I'll never find another horse like you. I love you Peppy.

It's been so hard not riding Peppy anymore. He was such a big part of my life. I haven't had much time with him. I miss him so much. I cry every night.

Riley is helping me get over him but he is my heart horse. I'm so attached it's so hard to just say goodbye and move on. Losing Peppy is like losing a part of myself. I know its not like he died but I miss spending time with him. I just don't want him to forget me.

Thank You


Now that I'm not as upset about not riding Peppy any longer I decided to write this...

Dear Peppy,

Nearly three years ago you came into my life. I loved you with all of my heart and you hated me at first :) but we worked through those first months. It was so worth it. We created a bond so strong and so amazing. Something I'll never forget for as long as I live.

I began to ride you regularly in lessons and we only grew closer. When 2017 came things got even better. We started cantering and jumping and we improved so much. Then we started showing in the summer.

Summer was incredible and I knew the fall was going to be amazing.

In November, I was told I was no longer going to be riding you. I had to move onto Riley. I'm so happy and I love him to death but it still hurt to be away from you. I felt so guilty. But the other day when we were playing in the pasture I realized something. I've enjoyed hand grazing you, playing with you and teaching you tricks more than any of the rides we had. I never realized I didn't have to ride you for you to be mine.

I cry sometimes knowing we're no longer partners in the saddle but then I remind myself how much you impacted me.

I want to thank you for the challenging rides. I want to thank you for the bucks and the bites. I want to thank you for making me mad and frustrated. I want to thank you for the amazing rides that showed me why you challenged me. I want to thank you for loving me like I loved you. I want to thank you for being my best friend, my soulmate, my partner in crime and my heart horse. I love you endlessly and I can't wait for more hours in the pasture and teaching to to bow and hug.

I love you Peppy. You taught me what love meant and you taught me how to be a winner. You taught me that letting go isn't as hard as it seems. And lastly, you taught me that when a door closes a better door opens.

Thank you.

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The Sport of The Kings

by Horses Rock This World
(NSW, Australia)


Chapter One

I tensed in the saddle, sliding the cool smooth reins through my hands. Sassy Girl tossed her head and pawed the ground, eager to stretch out. I ran my gloved hand over her neck, soothing her.

"It's okay girl," I whispered. "Calm down, it's gonna be okay."

I glanced down the row. The last gate slammed shut. 24 horses. It was time. 3, 2, 1, go!!! The gates whipped open and a mass of horses surged forward. I coxed Sassy down the straight and into the middle of the group. Who Shot The Barman was in front of us. Darren Weir told me to follow him and then make a break at the last moment, shooting past the leaders. Worst case scenario we would come top ten.

But I didn't have time to think about that. A gape had opened up and B. Prebble was making a move. I closed my legs around Sassy's side and she lengthened her stride, chasing Who Shot The Barman.

We passed Rekindling, Heartbreak City and Chaser To The Last. I urged Sassy to the front of the pack and all of a sudden we were out in the open. We were in fourth place and were bearing down on Eclipse. It was time. It was our time.

I slid my hands along Sassy's neck and gave her a squeeze, asking her to lengthen out. She responded immediately and surged forward, her strides eating up the ground. We passed Eclipse, Flying Fox and He's Our Woody. One horse left.

I decided to let her go to the outside rail and keep up momentum to run second or even first!!! I was so excited I didn't notice Red Rum Coming up beside him.

Sam Horrold had lost control and Red was going crazy. He barged into Sassy and she tipped over. I screamed as her weight toppled over me and crushed my leg. Everything went black.

Chapter Two

I moaned and opened my eyes. I was in a hard bed with stiff blankets that smelled of washing powder and cough lollies covering me. Where was I? I was in a... hospital? Then it all came rushing back to me.

The race, second place, Red Rum, Sassy Girl falling... "Sassy!" I gasped. Is she okay, what if she broke her leg? My thoughts trailed off as I became conscious of the hospital’s Nurses dressed in white aprons, with their hair piled on their head, towering over me.

"I, who, how..." I stammered. The Nurses seemed uncomfortable. "What happened to Sassy Girl?" I managed to squeak. Silence. A Nurse with blonde hair and a clean white nurses cap perched on top of it spoke up.

"Sassy Girl has broken her leg. When she fell she landed on an angle and her leg twisted and her bone snapped."

"No, not Sassy." I whispered, burying my face in my hands. "This can’t be happening."

"Excuse me?" A gruff voice spoke. I looked behind me. Great. "Come on Missy, we have some talking to do."

"Why weren’t you paying attention to the field Nicki? Anything could have happened out there, you’re lucky you managed to escape." I hung my head in shame. "Yes Dad, sorry Dad."

"Do you realize that you have put a horse’s life in danger by not paying attention? Sassy was relying on you to take her safely across the finish line and you failed. Maybe you’re not cut out for racing after all." And with that, he turned on his heel and left the room.

As soon as the door was closed, I burst into tears. Can’t I do anything right?

I cried myself to sleep that night. As my head hit the pillow I was submerged into a deep sleep. And of course, I just had to have a nightmare.

I was in a field full of lush green grass, dandelions, and of course horses. I walked up to a cute pinto, Splash, who was standing all by himself. "Come on boy." I whispered to him. "We need to do this."

The next thing I know we’re in a dusty dry 5-acre paddock. I’m galloping him around and around pushing him to racing speed. We can do this. We will go to the top.

Three people in suits and wide-rimmed glasses watched us carefully, stalking our every move. Except their not stalking us. They're observing us. If we can do this, if we impress them, they will accept Splash to ride in a race. With me as his rider.

But then there was a gunshot. I wasn’t ready for him, and I fell off as he veered to the left and bucked. I sat up, winded, just in time to see him slam into the fence and tangle his hoof in the wire. Oh, what have I done?

I woke up, gasping, tears streaming down my face. Boy, I hate it when I have dreams that are true. Then you can’t wake up and pretend it didn’t really happen.

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Bolting Through

by Abby
(Ontario)


Part one

I bolted through the door. It was the last day of school. Technically. There was still the academic and athletic ceremony tomorrow, but why did I care? I already know I’m not going to win anything.

I set my bag down on the counter in the kitchen. My attention was brought to a note on the fridge.

At the barn. Meet you there.

Mom’s handwriting. She probably picked up Ellie and Piper. I ran to my room and quickly changed into a pair of breeches. I hopped into my riding boots and grabbed my brushes. I grabbed a carrot for Bolt. I got on my bike and started to pedal to the stable, about a ten minute bike ride.

I’m Lizzie Evergreen. I currently am attending Cockney Middle School. I’m thirteen and I’m in eighth grade. I have long wavy auburn hair. It runs in the family. Every female on my mom’s side has long auburn hair, so, naturally, I would have it too. My eyes are azure blue and I have a lot of freckles all over my nose. I have a two little sisters and a little brother.

Piper’s in seventh grade and pretty much looks the same as me. She’s a sweet thing, but, sadly, I have to share a room with her. Jackson is ten. He has sandy brown hair and hazel eyes. He looks almost exactly like my father. Ellie is eight. She’s dreadfully annoying. She also looks exactly like me except she has big aqua glasses.

I go to Sunset River Stables. Today, there is a horse show and I am riding my absolute favorite horse in the whole entire world-Bolt. The horse show is actually just a barn show at my stable that is just for fun.

Bolt is a great jumper, not that I actually jumped him. I’ve been riding him for three months, since he’s been at the stable. He’s a thoroughbred pinto. He is a rescue horse. My stable just put him up for sale today and I am really upset. He’s a lot cheaper than most horses because he’s a rescue horse.

I reached the barn and headed towards the stalls.

"Lizzie!" A voice shouted and Piper bolted towards me and locked me in a hug. Her hair was wild and she was grinning with excitement.

"Munchkin, I need to go tack Bolt up for the show. I have one hour." I stressed. She let go and I walked into the stable.

"Surprise!" Everyone yelled. I squealed with delight and my eyes started to water. Mom, dad, Ellie, Maddie, Jackson and Piper were standing in front of Bolt’s stall. There was a big sign that said: Your new horse.

Bolt had a bow on his head and was confused about what was going on.

"No way!" I exclaimed. Mom nodded. I quickly unlatched the stall door and hugged Bolt. Finally. My very own horse.

"Ok. Let’s get you ready for the show." Maddie, my teacher, ordered after about five minutes of talking and squealing. I still couldn’t believe it. All I have to do now is to well at the barn show.

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Julia and Shadow

by Shadowlove


Part One

Julia Nickerson awoke with a start in the cool early January morning. The sun still had not come up and crickets chirped.

Wondering what had woke her, she pulled off her covers and went over to the balcony that overlooked the ranch from her room. She opened the glass doors and stepped out shivering. A low yellow light shone from the tack room window showing two dark shadows.

With a start, she pulled on some jeans, a tee shirt and a warm burgundy sweatshirt. She quietly went downstairs and onto the back porch. She pulled on her well-worn western boots and hurried up to the main barn where all the working horses and Julia's horse Shadow were stabled.

She silently ducked into Shadow's stall beside the open tack room door to catch parts of the almost silent conversation. Unable to hear, Julia patted Shadow's warm neck.

"You don't seem anxious for any reason." She whispered.

She stood silently in the dark shadows of the stall as the whispers died away and she heard footsteps. A dark shadow of a man loomed in the barn aisle and began to unlatch Shadow's stall. Julia saw who it was a little to late.

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Riding the Wind

by Sally
(Washington)


Chapter One

"Back straight Erin! Keep him in line. That's it, nice job bring him over."

I turned my horse Running Wind or as I called him, Wind, toward my riding instructor Josie. When I got there Josie put a hand on Wind's neck and continued her lesson.

"Remember, every time you sail over a jump you don't want him to go his own way. He could end up knocking over a rail or even walking off the course."

I nodded and bent down to my horse's ear, "You hear that? You've gotta listen to me." Wind snorted in response and I frowned. I've had him for almost three months now and he never seemed to like me that much. The other girls in my riding group never had that much trouble with their horses but their horses weren't Wind. He was a hot-headed Bay Belgian Warmblood who seemed not to have a care in the world about what I said.

"Alright girls, good run. Now go give your horse's a good brushing and let them out." We all nodded and simultaneously got down from our horses.

I got Wind's reins over his head and headed out with him trailing behind. We made it to the gate before little miss rude showed up.

"You know what, you should sell him. He's way to good for you and besides he doesn't even like you." As if to prove her point, Sonia's horse Jake nudged her back while Wind just stood there looking bored.

"If I didn't know any better I'd say you're jealous, Sonia." I turned and grinned at Casey. She was my best friend and we'd known each other since we were in second grade and a friendship becomes pretty stable when you've known each other for eight years. All the girls turned as Casey took up her place beside me with her horse Camelot who stood next to Wind.

I grinned even more as Sonia stuttered, "Yeah right, Jake is ten times the horse Wind will ever be."

Oh, she knew exactly how to push my buttons. I lunged at her and socked her in the face. We both fell to the ground slapping and punching each other. I got on top of her and socked her once more in the face. That's exactly how they found us, two fifteen-year old riders fighting on the ground of the stable. Josie yanked me up off her while Kaylee, Sonia's friend helped her up and held her back at the same time. It was silent except for me and Sonia's heavy breathing.

"My office now!" I barely heard Josie but I obliged and made my way to her office once I saw that Casey had a hold of Wind.

When we got there, I took one of the chairs and Sonia took the other one. We both started talking at once but I didn't care what Sonia said so I said the one thing Josie would understand, "She insulted Wind."

Out of all the mean things you can do at the stable, insulting someone's horse was the worst. Sonia fired back defending herself, "She said Wind was better than Jake so I said Wind isn't!"

My temper flared again but Josie spoke before I could say anything. "Both of you are going to muck all the stalls in the stable and then I will decide what will happen next. I will give you this though, you may go untack and brush down your horse but then straight to the stalls."

I nodded. Once Josie's mind was made up there was no changing it. Sonia didn't take the hint. "But it's not my fault. I'm going to have a black eye tomorrow because of her."

Josie just shook her head and pointed toward the door which I was already making my way to. I walked out and made my way down to the cross ties where all the girls were untacking their horses.

I was surprised to find it was silent. I made my way over to where Casey had put Wind next to Camelot and whispered to her when I saw Sonia coming up to Jake, "she tried to argue with Josie."

Casey covered her mouth to smother her laugh which ended up coming out like a snort. I smiled at her and got to work on unclinching Wind's saddle which was a Wintec 500 all-purpose saddle even though I could never ever do dressage. Once I put his saddle away, I grabbed a curry comb from the brushing box and began doing large circles all over his back. I quickly finished and went to work on picking his hooves and for once he didn't fight me on it.

"You coming?" I nodded to Casey who was waiting with Camelot near the door that went to the pastures. Camelot and Wind shared a pasture so we were able to walk out our horses together. I clipped Wind's black lead to his matching black halter and led him out. I nearly shouted in surprise when I heard him nicker playfully but then I realized he was nickering to Camelot. Casey gave me a sad smile as we walked on.

When we got to the field, we led our horses in not caring if we got mud on our boots and laughed when we saw Josie running out of Jake's field saying, "Yuck yuck yuck!"

We took off Camelot and Wind's halters and jogged out of the field so if they were following wouldn't get out. We made our way back to the barn and saw Josie standing there with two pitchforks. I grimaced a tiny bit, I liked but at the same time didn't like mucking out stalls. Casey snickered next to me and I elbowed her in the side when she said, "So that's what your punishment is."

Josie smiled at us and handed me a pitchfork saying, "You start on right side. Sonia will start on left. And yes Casey, you can talk to her while she does that but no helping besides moving the wheel barrel."

Casey stared at her in shock when she continued, "You are getting a little predictable." She put her hand on her chest like she was offended but then cracked up a laugh and bent over her blonde hair shadowing her face. She stood up straight again and wasn't laughing that much anymore but her hazel eyes still shook with laughter.

We made our way to the first stall and Casey finally spoke, "I still don't see how you can do this without being grossed out."

I rolled my eyes at her. Me and Casey had stuff in common but a lot of differences to. Like she had blonde hair but I had cinnamon brown hair with streaks of blonde in it like highlights except it was natural or I have green eyes and she has hazel eyes and she has a curvy body whereas I don't have many curves but I am pretty muscular. Even our skin tones are different while she's a little more on the pale side I'm more on the tan side.

Our biggest difference was that I didn't mind mucking out stalls and I never really dress up in the type of fancy clothes other girls do. Put me in a dress and I'll have muddy boots and leggings on under it.

"Ya know what Casey, I think Josie doesn't have anything to worry about because you hate mucking out stalls," I said grinning at her as I started the stall.

"Naa, I mean I 'Love' mucking out stalls but I think I'll pass for now." We both burst out laughing when she finished. We both knew she hated mucking out stalls and she only would do two stalls if I weren't here to do Wind's which wasn't often.

I finished pretty quickly with the rest of the stalls while she quizzed me for our upcoming quiz, but most of the time we just talked.

When I was about to finish the last stall, she squealed. I looked over and half expected her to have a magazine with her favorite celebrity in it but she didn't, "I completely forgot for a moment there. Have you heard about the new CC course? They're doing a competition on it!" My jaw dropped and I nearly squealed too.

"NEW COURSE!!!" I practically yelled and when she nodded I nearly went crazy. "Please tell me we're competing on it?" She nodded again. I jumped up fist in the air and yelled, "YES!"

Not that I didn't like show jumping, it was just that well, Cross Country was more me. It was in forests sometimes and it shows your horse's stamina, strength and the rider's stamina and strength too. We did them every once in awhile but we haven't for awhile so I've been practicing them more on my own than with the group.

I quickly finished mucking the stall and practically ran the wheel barrel into the dung pile even worse I nearly forgot it. Okay, I forgot it but Casey grabbed it and parked it. I lined the pitchfork along the wall and we raced down to where Josie was, who smiled when she saw me.

"I take it you finished?" I nodded and she continued, "And you've heard?" She smiled even more, she knew how much I love Cross Country courses. "Okay then so you know what to wear during lesson tomorrow."

I nodded and said, "Are we really entered?" She nodded again.

"I knew you and Casey were going to do it so I signed you up right away but I didn't know about the other girls so I just reserved spots."

My smile grew and I gave Josie a hug. "Thanks so much and is it alright if I go since I finished?" She nodded and returned the hug before letting me go. Me and Casey grabbed our bags and ran out waving bye to Josie.

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Heart in Hand

by Sally
(Near the Horses)


This is dedicated to a crazy mare that I just get, and I hope/think she gets me too :)

I don't think it's very good but I know all equestrians can relate to this so I figured I'd post it. Please give me some feedback so I can edit it and make it better!

Heart In Hand
The beat of horses hooves sound through my heart
His sweet sweet neigh sounding through my ears
Their graceful movements a blessing to my eyes
His coat like silk beneath my hands

Holding in my hand
A heart that beats with hers
A Gentle hand, A soft cue
For only a few know this feeling
Many can say that they too have held their heart in their hand
But only a few can say, that they have guided another with their heart.

A gentle hand, a soft cue
All this leads to one
One that’s hooves are the beat of your heart
His sweet neigh sounds through your ears
Their graceful movements a blessing to your eyes
Their coat like silk beneath your hands
Only one that has taken your heart with care.

The horse that fills your mind
The horse that shines the sun through the clouds
The one that has taken your heart with care
As you give a gentle hand, a soft cue
With your heart in your hand.

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I'll be home for Christmas (Horse edition)

by Misty Lady


I'm dreaming tonight of a place I love
Even more than I usually do
Even though its miles away
I promise you

I'll be home for Christmas
You can count on me
Please have soft manes and winter coats
And nickers all around me

Christmas eve will find me
Standing by your stall
I'll be home for christmas
If only in my dreams

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Star Dancer

by Parker Liam


Hello everyone! I'm Parker Liam and I hope I'm welcome here gals... Anyway I read Josh's story and it inspired me to write mine down.

Chapter One


So when I was around five years old I fell in love with my aunt's horse, Misty. The sad thing is we live a long ways from them, so I almost never got a chance to ride him. Finally, (after a lot of begging), my mom bought me a horse. She was about 14.5 hands tall, black with white socks and totally stunning. When I got her she was about 5 years old, and you might think that would be a handful for little me. Well, it WAS! She was green broke, and I still don't know what mom was thinking when they bought her, of all horses. (Although I wouldn't have traded her for the world.)

After some bonding time and a bit of ground work I decided the time had come for me to get on. I wasn't one bit scared, since I'd never seen a horse do anything that it wasn't supposed to. Plus I was this guy that wasn't scared of anything. (Yes, that's how young and little I was). So since my dad didn't live with us at that point, my mom came and held Star Dancer while I tried to hop up. My but she was tall! I sat there for a while, looking around, getting used to her, and getting up my nerve to go for an actual ride.

Suddenly, my mom's phone rang and she told me to get off so she could answer it. I stood beside Star Dancer for a long time, petting her, talking to her, and leading her around. My mom was taking so long!

Finally I just started to unsaddle Star and let her go, when my mom came out of the house looking very shaken and on the point of tears. My dad had had a motor cycle accident, and was not expected to make it. He was holding onto life by a thread, and even thought a few months earlier mom had made him move out, she suddenly had to see him before he died.

Please comment for the rest! I'd love to finish if anyone wants to hear. :)

Chapter Two


Thanks so much for the support guys! Mom rushed me to the vehicle and we sped off to the hospital. Apparently, within the last few minutes she decided that she could live with dad after all if only she could. How we ever got to the hospital I really don't know now because she cried all the way.

At first the nurses weren't going to let us in to see dad, but finally mom persuaded them that it was urgent and they led us through long hallways and up elevators until we got to the ICU where dad was waiting to have a surgery.

He was in a coma and couldn't talk, but that didn't make mom alot of difference. She talked to him anyway, even though there were tons of doctors and nurses running around him checking monitors and things.

Finally they wheeled him away, and we sat down for a long wait. Fourteen hours to be exact. The doctor changes his mind about dad dying, and thought he might pull through after all. One of my friends mom's came and picked me up and I stayed at their place for the most part while dad was in the hospital.

I guess you're wondering what happened to him. I don't really know, I was too young to care. I know he had head injuries, some broken ribs, and a shattered ankle. The worst part about everything was that I didn't get to see Star Dancer for three whole weeks. Over the fence yes, but that doesn't really count.

Dad came home and life turned back to almost normal. Some changes were good, like dad paying attention to me and acting like he really loved me. He promised me that I could have Star Dancer for my very own, and that he would help me ride as soon as possible. That came sooner that mom would have liked, but for me I waited forever. One afternoon he hopped up from the dinner table and asked me if I wanted to go riding. Of course I did!

Chapter Three


Out in the barn I had to do most of the tacking up since dad had crutches to hang onto. I was barely big enough to hang onto the saddle, climb the mounting block dad had built for me and through the saddle on. Beings we were western, the saddle was rather large and heavy! Dad made sure I got it all right and then told me to hop on.

Now keep in mind that Star hadn't really been ridden for half year, other than me getting on her that one time. Most parents wouldn't have let there kid get onto a green broke that hadn't been ridden for so long, but as you can see my dad was not the average! On I went and things were going great! Then there was a burst of activity and I was on the ground right under my horse. She thankfully didn't step on me and I got up and back on her (dad insists that that is what you do when a horse dumps you). He let me around for a while until he was satisfied that I wasn't scared any more and Star was calmed down. We had these sessions every few days and she threw me every time.

Then one day I landed wrong and broke my arm. Obviously I couldn't ride, but even though we butted heads most of the time I had come to love Star so much that I didn't blame her for me getting hurt, and spent every spare minute with her.

Gotta go I'll write more ASAP. (If I get enough comments OK?)

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Dakota

by Misty Lady


Part One

"Oh Dakota!" Jessica Miers whispered throwing her arms around her favorite lesson horse's fuzzy bay neck.

"I'm so tired of Julianna!" she said quietly into his ear. "She signed up to ride you in the show Saturday!" She sobbed putting her face in his tangled black mane.

"I've waited all year to ride you in the show and now I won't. The only other horses left are Cisco, Patches and Jolly! Why can't she ride Jolly? You're too experienced for her anyway."

Jess sniffed and clucked as she walked slowly up the hill. Dakota followed, no halter needed. She got up to the barn and walked beside Dakota into his stall. She closed the door and began grooming him for her riding lesson.

Julianna, a girl around Jess's age stood grooming a little grey pony named Jolly. Jess finished grooming and tacking up and started to lead Dakota out to the arena when she heard her trainer's voice.

"Julianna, Dakota is a bit too green for you right now. How would you like to ride Jolly in the show?"

Jess sat down on her bed and stared at the picture of Dakota on her wall. He stood out in the snow with his red blanket on his bay coat grown out for winter. Jess smiled and lay back into her pillows thinking about her lesson.

Julianna was reassigned to ride Jolly and Jess was riding Dakota. She had an amazing ride too. She and Dakota had jumped their highest 2-foot jump at the canter. She had spent about an hour afterwards grooming him and talking to him while she hand grazed.

Her eyes once again rested on the picture of Dakota. What would she do if he ever got taken away from her? He was her best friend, her soulmate, her partner, her whole life. She told him everything. All her secrets and dreams, passions and loves. He was the best thing that ever happened to her.

Part Two


"Dakota?" The voice of a young girl called out in the early morning darkness. A horse's soft whinny came in response.

"Dakota where are you?" The girl asked as she walked along the wooded path looking for her horse. Seconds later, a stocky chestnut quarter horse stepped from the thicket, his mane blowing slightly in the soft breeze.

"How did you get out again?" The girl asked her horse throwing her arms around his sturdy neck. He responded with a nuzzle to her shoulder. She smiled and lovingly pushed his head away.

"Lets go home before Mom sees I'm gone," she said and hoisted herself onto the chestnut's strong back. She squeezed him into a steady walk knowing he knew the way home.

A few moments later, the small barn came into view. She slid off of her horse's back and started towards the pasture, Dakota following.

"Now stay in here this time, I'll be back out in a couple hours to feed you," she said and kissed her horse's soft muzzle.

Quickly, she hurried towards the house glancing at her watch. It read 5:32 A.M. "Great. Mom is probably up," she grumbled and quietly opened the back door.

The sound of voices stopped her in her tracks.

"He's getting too expensive. I don't know how we're going to tell her but we have to sell that horse. He's getting too expensive. Her Dad's voice rang in her ears sending waves of terror through her mind.

Quickly after she heard her Dad leave the house for work, she raced into her room to make it look like she was in bed. They couldn't sell Dakota. She wouldn't let them sell her beloved horse.

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Rocky Island - Invasion

by HorseLover.com
(South West, UK)

The Wild Horse (Narrator)

The Wild Horse (Narrator)

Chapter 1:
My hooves danced over the leaf-covered ground. My golden coat shone in the autumn sunlight as I entered a hazy world of magic. Orange and red leaves were littered on the ground, the gentle breeze blowing them up into the sky. Massive oak trees lined the track, their bright orange and red leaves falling as I went. Years of snow, frost, wind and rain had strengthened them, until only the toughest remained.

I trotted on, my ears flickering to the slightest sound. All my senses strained for any danger. Humans had taken over this part of the island, and any horse that ventured into the human land, if caught, faced a lifetime of harsh and cruel captivity. I had ventured into human territory because there was a small cove on the coast where I could swim across to the bigger island where no human had ever ventured.

So far so good.

A movement in the utmost branches. I froze. "Caw! Caw!" Phew, just a bird, I thought. I carried silently on, through the winding track. As the trees thinned, a thick mist fell down around me. Silence. Distant neighs, snorts and whines drifted into my ears. Horses! Their pain filled cries filled the once silent air. “…wait…” “…mama…come…where…you…” A foal. I recognized the pain filled cries, similar to ones I had heard in my old herd. Then I heard the commanding voices of the humans. “Stop it!” “ You stupid, crazy, idiotic horse!”

I knew I had to carry on. I was too far in to turn back. Trembling, I slowly walked closer, and closer. I kept to the tree line, knowing it would be safer there.

In what seemed like hours, I came across a huge clearing. There was men, horses, dogs, weird machines that shot out death and tents that the humans slept in. A breeze lifted my mane up, my tail whipping around me. One of the dogs suddenly caught scent of me. He barked. In that instant, six burly men, taller than any I had ever seen before, turned towards me. One of the men held out his hand. I stood stock still. Fear coursed through my blood, turning it to ice. “Come on my beauty, come on,” the softly approaching man whispered. My ears flicked forward, undecided. The man grinned. He held out a lump of sweet smelling food. Warily I sniffed it. A stallion called out, “Don’t! He will captured you!” My head shot up. A flicker of annoyance swept across the man’s face. “Come on my beauty, don’t be afraid,” My ears flattened against my neck. In that same moment, I reared, squealing. The man cursed. He flicked a rope into a knot, and threw it towards me. It was too late. I had gone, fleeing over roots, leaves, broken sticks. The men, swearing and cursing as they went, ran after me, some on horses, some on foot. But I had two major advantage over them, I was as fleet footed as the wind and I knew the forest as well as I knew myself. The horses tried to keep up; but failed. The men on foot also tried to keep up; they also failed.

Chapter 2:
I galloped faster and faster, leaping fallen trees, scattering leaves as I went. The trees seemed to fly past, as I fought the urge to panic. My mind and thoughts were in a whirl, instincts took over. I came to the cove I had been searching for. I leapt onto a massive rock; it had a flat surface. The men by this time were only just behind me, watching as I leapt from rock to rock, navigating my way down onto the tiny beach. They gasped in horror as I leapt a 6ft gap in-between two equally huge rocks. My forefeet landed in the cool and inviting sand. I fought off the desire to roll, I knew it was only time before the men caught up with me. Hearing the thud as one of the horses landed on the first rock, I looked up, only to see it wasn’t the first rock it had landed on, it was the last! I hurried down to the water’s edge, and trotted quickly into the water. The water raced up my legs, freezing me to the bone. I started swimming. The men by this time were down by the water's edge.

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Horseless

by Marble Heart


Part One

"Oh, my packages are here!" Maddie Grace exclaimed as she entered her bedroom to see 3 boxes on her bed.

Smiling, she took off her shoes and sat on her bed. She had been waiting for her horse shirt, necklace and horse books for what seemed like weeks.

She tore open the packages. A black shirt with a horse on it and words printed, "You don't know team work until your partner is a 1,200 pound free spirit", a silver stirrup necklace and three books from her favorite horse book series, Phantom Stallion and one other horse book called Hoofbeats: Lara and the grey filly.

She threw the boxes away, hung her shirt up and put her stirrup necklace away. "Which book first?" She wondered. She smiled and picked up the Hoofbeats book and settled on her bed to read it.

"Maddie! Katie is on the phone!" Maddie's mom called a few minutes later. Maddie jumped up smiling.

Katie was Maddie's BFF and she loved horses just as much as she did. They read the same horse books, wrote everything they could for school about horses, drew them, took lessons at the same stables and both competed in a youth program called horse bowl together.

She picked up the phone. "Hey Katie!"

"Hey Mads!" She replied happily.

They talked about horses for about an hour then they told each other bye and hung up the phone.

"I totally forgot, I have horse bowl tonight!" She exclaimed and started to get ready.

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Shooting Star

by Jen
(GA)


Chapter One


I sigh and throw my clothes together into my suitcase — creating one huge jumbled mess. I slam the lid shut and try to zip it up, but it's too full. I give up, glaring stonily at it.

Mom comes into my room. "What's wrong, honey?"

"I can't stand going to Hoofbeats Academy."

"Why ever not? Last year you begged and begged to go."

That was before I knew that Carly was coming, I think sarcastically. This year she's going with me to the riding school too. I used to like her, when we were little kids. But know I'm 14, and, to make a long story short, we're not exactly friends anymore.

It started with Rascal, a little Shetland pony. We went to a different riding school together when we were about 7 or so, and that's where we met Rascal. Believe me, he was the cutest little thing on four legs.

At that riding school, they let us pick which horse we wanted to take lessons on, and it could be 'ours' for the month-and-a-half that we stayed. We both wanted Rascal. That's actually putting it bluntly. We longed for him with our souls and hearts as soon as we met him. That's when things started to go wrong, and I think you can see what I mean.

Well, from that day on we just got farther and farther apart, and when the day came that we got to pick horses, Carly got Rascal. I was mad, mad, mad. But a few days later the trainer said that Carly couldn't manage him, and she made me and her trade. I was pretty smug about that, as you can imagine. Toss in a couple more incidents between me and Carly, and we're perfect enemies.

Chapter Two


I glance around me at my surroundings — a rough bunk in Cabin 16 with about 8 or 9 others exactly like it all around it. It's pretty cool, except that Carly is sleeping directly beneath me. That really gets me. It wouldn't be so bad if I were sleeping below her, but if it's like this, then Carly gets the benefits of kicking me any old time — and I'll bet you anything that she's the type that prefers midnight to perform her ghastly tricks on me.

I throw my suitcase down on my bed. Tomorrow we check out the horses and the next day we pair up with them. I honestly wonder who I'll get. The rich kids, including Carly (her mom split up with her dad last year, leaving Carly and her mom all the money) all brought their own expensive, perfectly trained horses.

I'm not exactly rich. But if I was, I'd make my own Academy. This one would be exclusive and I'd check everybody over before they came.

Chapter Three


I stand by the gate, looking the horses over. None really appeal to me that much. The other girls are having a great time choosing the ones they think are the best.

“Emily, lookit this one! Hey wait! No, over THERE!!!”

“Jane, that's MINE. I saw it FIRST!!!”


“No way! I TOUCHED him first!”

“Hey, will you quit it, Lana?”

So you can see that all the noise in general causes great stress to those of us who are headache-prone. I think I can feel one coming on right now.

Today they made a chart of who's in which class. I made it to the top of Advanced 1. Advanced 1 is the highest you can get. Carly's not exactly rejoicing about that, but I hope she'll get over it.

Chapter Four


It's pairing-up day. I glance at the horses again, feeling somewhat desperate. I'm not getting ANYWHERE. Advanced 2 is having elections for which girl gets which horse now — and that means we're next.

“And it's up for Advanced 1.” I turn my attention to Janet, the manager of pairing-up. “Hmm, let's see. We have six in this class, and six horses left. Sharon, my assistant, will hand you slips of paper, on which you are to write the name of the horse that you think you want, and then we will vote.”

A hush falls on the crowd of jostling girls as Sharon, a small blonde-haired 19-year-old, hands out the papers and pens.

I stare at the pen of horses with an expert eye, sizing them up. I finally scrawl 'Moondust' on my paper. He's a dappled grey Arabian gelding, with the best confirmation of all.

It's time for voting, now. Emily and me are the only ones who wanted Moondust, and I win the vote. Sharon leads him over to me.

“Good luck,” she tells me.

Chapter Five


The late afternoon sun wafts in through the window of the barn. I feel Moondust breathing softly on my arm. I stroke his nose.

We're actually supposed to be having some sort of dance right now in the main hall. I figured nobody would miss me, so I sneaked out to the barn when the music got really loud.

The other horses are quiet.

Sometimes, I wish that my life could be exciting. In books you're always reading about these kids that save people's lives and solve mysteries and stuff, but my life is mostly blah.

And Moondust just doesn't suit me. I'm scared to let it show that we don't get along good, because I might get thrown out of Advanced 1, but I still think that the trainer notices.

I give Moondust one last stroke and then leave the barn. I run towards the cabins, hoping that the dance hasn't let out yet. I don't need to get in trouble to wreck my summer even more.

I glance out to the woods, and in that second I see a flash of pure black in the woods, then for one instant a perfectly shaped Thoroughbred horse's head, and then it disappears.

I shrug, wondering if it was my imagination. Deep down I know it wasn't.

Chapter Six


I step over branches, trying not to make any noise. I search the ground for hoofprints.

Suddenly I uncover one in some soft mud. My heart leaps. I find another one, and then another. I follow the trail they make.

It's about midnight. Tonight there's a full moon, though. I can see easily, even if it's the dead of night.

After I follow the hoofprints, a clearing comes into view. A pool of water reflecting the moonlight is in the center.

And beside the pool, is the horse, standing stock still, staring at me.

I hold my breath, not daring to move.

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Chapter Seven


I carefully advance a step.

"Hey boy," I breathe, holding out my hand. Every muscle in his gleaming body is tense.

"I wonder where you came from," I whisper. "Do you have a name? A horse like you deserves a name."
He comes forward and reaches out his nose. I can feel him sniffing my hand.

Up in the sky, I see a shooting star.

"That's what I'll call you," I tell him. "Shooting Star." I put out my other hand to stroke his forehead.

My thoughts fly away. Maybe I can ride him. I take another step towards him, and I land on a muddy patch in the ground. My feet fly out from under me, and I land hard on the ground, then slide helplessly into the slimy pond.

I hear a crashing noise and I know that my horse is running away.

"Great," I hear myself mutter sarcastically.

By the time I look up, Shooting Star is gone and silence falls again over the forest.

Chapter Eight


I stare off into the woods for a second... hoping he'll come back. But the trees are silent, except for the slight breeze that rustles them softly.

I look into the woods one more time, sigh, brush myself off, and head back towards the riding school.

I come into the clearing. The cabins and buildings are silent. Panic strikes me for an instant as I realize that I can't remember which cabin I'm in.

Oh, duh. Cabin sixteen.

I walk towards it, silently. It's on the far end of the row of cabins, so I have to be careful not to wake anyone up.

I check my watch. It's 2:09 a.m. I'm probably safe. I watch my feet, making sure I don't step on anything that would make noise. Then I start running.

CRASH! Something hits me dead on. I crash to the ground.

"OOF!!!"

And angry voice snarls.

"What're you doing out here?"

Chapter Nine


I half-pick myself up from the ground. It's the second fall I've had tonight.

"I could ask you the same thing," I pant.

As I recover from my shock, I realize the form towering above me is Carly. This is the last person I want to meet tonight. I get all the way up. I'm half a head shorter than her, still.

"Well, spit it out. Where were you tonight?" Carly asks.

"Never mind. What are you doing out?" I ask, knowing full well I won't get an answer, and even if I do it will be a lie, more than likely.

She pauses and bites her lip. "Look, you keep silent and I keep silent and nothing will happen."

"It's a deal," I hear myself say.

We shake on it, then head our separate ways.

I plunk down on my bunk, and wonder what in the world Carly is up to tonight.

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Blaze

by Naomi
(Sydney)


I flared my nostrils. My spindly baby legs wobbled, and I collapsed into a pile of long legs, short fluffy hair, and shiny brown eyes. My mother nickered to me, and wandered off. I snorted indignantly, and struggled to my feet.

I was still very young, but the world seemed the same to me. I'd seen it all! Old, bonny butts, fresh, sloppy manure, and then, me, the best horse that EVER lived. And thats a very big claim, because I know quite a few great horses (besides the old, 'hoarse' ones who think they're very wise, but they just waste my playing time).
Well, when I say PLAYING time, I don't always mean PLAYING. When you're as amazing as I am, you have so many friends, and you're so popular, all you can do is swagger around and look cool. (this may not be entirely true).

By the time I was about three years old, I was a fully grown horse. I had a rich chestnut coat, and a flaxen mane. My name was Blaze. I don't know WHY I was called Blaze, but whatever reason my mother had, It must of been stupid, because really I didn't have a blaze, I had a stripe, thanks very much. Obviously, my mother did not pick up on that very true piece of information, and neither did the rest of my herd, because they went on calling me Blaze for the rest of my days. Thanks a lot, guys.

Anyways, where was I? Flaxen mane, chestnut coat, name is Blaze, best horse that ever lived... yep, I think we've covered it all. Almost all. Because that same year, something happened that I will never forget...

A red dot flared up in the dark night sky. I sniffed the air. The fire wasn't out of control or anything! In fact, it was pretty much under control! My curiosity grew and grew, and finally I managed to slip away into the forest.

The more I walked, the bigger the dot became. The bigger the dot became, to hotter it got. The hotter it got, the hungrier I became. OK, everything makes me hungry... but that doesn't matter right now!

I skipped and hopped on my hooves. As I drew closer, I saw five lumps lying around the fire. "Hey, you guys, it's dangerous here - theres a fire, can't you see! Get out, people! Hurry up!" I nickered. The people kept snoring. OK... I told myself. You can... drag them!

I started by grabbing the shirt sleeve of the man closest to me with my teeth, and dragging him away from the fire. Boy, he was heavy! Watch your eating, man! I was about to say this out loud, when the person woke up and stared at me with fear in his eyes. "Good, you're awake! Run!" I said. But he didn't seem to understand a word I said. The man started wriggling free. I held my head high, and wouldn't let go. He tugged even harder, and I wheeled around in shock. Hey, stop that- I'm trying to save your life!

I've always wondered why men care so much about their alcohol. So of course this event deepened my curiosity even more. When I finally let go of the mans sleeve, I thought he'd run away. But he didn't. He started talking gibberish! then, even more strange, he started peering into his bag, and throwing all the contents on the floor. Guess what? I knew this game! I bet he's getting me a treat! An apple, of a peppermint, of maybe one of those... nope. He clutched a bottle of some sort of drink. It's not an apple, but I'll take it!

I grabbled the bottle out of his hands with my teeth, and the lid popped off! Better than nothing, I guess, because I REALLY didn't want to admit, I had NO CLUE how to open those things! Golden water poured onto the ground like a waterfall. I got a grip of myself, and took a long swig of that stuff. I went sucking away, and my tail started spinning round, and round! I lost grip of the bottle, and it smashed onto the ground. Probably best, because, I had just had my first try of whiskey.

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The Wrong Bridleway

by Oliwia
(Felsted, Essex, UK.)


Part One

It was a usual day. I went to the yard and caught my horse from the field. We were going to go down to the usual lesson but something changed.

Remi, my sister's horse was acting the weirdest she ever has. She was bucking, trying to get me off. I was shouting really loudly when Jenna, the yard head, was trotting down the lane towards me. I instantly shut up and let Remi on long rein, making her act better.

I kicked her down towards the other lane, not noticing I was going down the wrong lane, I forced her into a canter. I gave Remi a pat and let her in the field. We cantered around not noticing a young girl leading her horse into the field. I jumped her over a small pile of hay when she bolted towards the far end of the field.

I then noticed the girl. It was Jenna's daughter. My face boiled a red colour and felt like an oven. I cantered Remi outright past the girl. As soon as I got back, I untacked Remi and turned her out. I heard a bang. I looked in each stable, but I found nothing. I looked in the tack room and found Katelyn get her pony's tack. I offered to come with her, so, I brought my horse in and tacked him up.

After a couple of minutes, we were mounted and ready, I heard a extremely loud snort behind us and a large horse zoomed past us. It was Remi.

"REMI!" I shouted seeing that behind me was a broken stall...

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Priceless Joy and Autumn

by SpiritGirl


This story is not true, but similar experiences are probable! It's based in WW2 Belgium.

Part One


Ava was 15 years old. She lived with her mother and father. They looked like a pretty normal, ordinary family, but they were not normal. They were not ordinary. They were illegal. They were hiding Jews in their house. And if they were found out, it meant almost certain death.

Ava lived on a farm in Belgium. She was a typical country girl and she loved the country and felt happy. But when the Germans invaded Holland, things changed. For a while, everything was fine. She felt far away from everything, and she heard that things were relatively normal in the cities too. But then the Nazis started persecuting Jews. Things got worse and worse until the entire Jewish population was in danger, and many had no choice but to go into hiding. Ava’s family gave refuge to a family of 4. Then Ava found herself in a dangerous position.

“Now Ava, remember, never say a word about this to anyone. Not even your closest friends. Do you understand?”

“Yes ma. But ma, what will happen if the Nazis find out?”

"Ava, the importance of this all is doing the right thing. If we are found out, then so let it be. But that doesn’t mean we should not be careful. We have to try our hardest to keep the Krey family and ourselves safe. But we are not in danger yet. The Nazis are not here. Yet.”

Ava had a beautiful palomino horse, Priceless Joy, and a bay, Autumn. She had got them for her 9th birthday, and they went everywhere together. She loved them and they loved her. As the Nazis were not nearby yet, she sometimes let Karina and Eric ride on them. And she sometimes took one of them behind her, as she rode. Karina and Eric were good at riding. They said they lived in a farm in Germany before, and escaped to Belgium in 1937. Then they could not get out again. And that's when Ava and her family came in.

1 year came and went. And by then, the Krey family was in hiding. They could not go out. It was too dangerous. Then the Nazis made an abandoned farmhouse nearby their quarters. Ava and her family decided it was too dangerous for them to stay here anymore. They had to go. But where? Things were desperate. They finally decided they would have to cross the border into Switzerland. But how? Ava saw a strange look on her parent’s faces. She squeezed Karina and Eric’s hands, each beside her. Her parents looked at her. They had a questioning look.

“Ava, things are too dangerous for them to stay here. But they will be exhausted, crossing the border on foot. Will you let them take Autumn and Priceless Joy? Please, Ava.”

Ava didn’t know what to say. She was overcome with emotion. She left the house and went to the stables. Then she hugged Priceless Joy and Autumn, and cried as if her heart would break.

“Oh, Priceless Joy! Oh Autumn! How could you go away from me? I can’t let you go! I love you both! You are amazing, I can’t let you go!“

Ava didn’t know what to do. She heard footsteps behind her. It was Eric. He hugged her. Then he stroked Autumn and Priceless Joy.

“You know, Ava, its not a goodbye forever. You’ll see them again, when the war is over. But right now, we need them. Or I don’t think we’ll make it. Karina is only 11, and she can’t keep walking. Please, Ava. Can you? Don’t worry, though, if you can’t.“

Ava looked into Eric’s eyes, and threw herself into his arms, sobbing. “I will, Eric, for you and your family. You’re right, I’ll see them again. But maybe I won’t see you again if I decide otherwise. So I will.“

The day came when they left. Eric kissed all of them goodbye, and held Ava’s hands in his. “You’ll see them again, I promise.” He whispered.

It was night. They silently left, with Karina and her mother on horseback. They would swap with Karina's father and Eric, later. A trusted friend of Ava’s father was leading them to the border. And they were gone.

Ava thought of Priceless Joy and Autumn in bed. They were heroic horses. The look in their eyes told Ava they knew what they were doing. The Key family could trust them to be silent. Priceless Joy and Autumn. How she missed them.

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Part Two


It was August 1944. Ava was still missing Priceless Joy and Autumn Bay. And she was still missing Eric and Karina and heir parents. She knew they were safe. But they were not with her! She was now 17 years old. And she felt that everyday was torture. Everyday she saw them in her mind. Everyday they haunted her.

She remembered the rides she had on Priceless and Autumn. How amazing it felt to be on top of a horse. How it was the best thing in the world. And, back to the present, how it had been taken away from her. Or rather, she had taken it away from herself.

But she persisted in believing she had done the right thing. She KNEW she had. It was definitely right, but that didn't make her feel much better. That ache in her heart wouldn't go away.

Things were getting better now. It was September, and Ava had heard on the radio that the Allies had arrived in Brussels on the 4th. Hope fluttered in her heart. Autumn! Priceless! She would see them again! Soon! It was too good to be true! And Eric and his family!

To be continued...

Part Three


It was December... almost Christmas. And yes, things were getting better. Belgium was getting liberated. But the Krey family wasn't taking any risks. They were waiting till the full, complete liberation. And they wouldn't be here for Christmas.

Ava remembered that family tradition, of going to the barn and reading the Christmas story, with Priceless, Autumn, Daisy the cow, a few of the sheep-it was always a wonderful experience. Now they would have it-yet again-without Priceless Joy. Without Autumn Bay. It was not the same. And then she remembered those rides she had with Eric and Karina, and how she laughed with their parents. How Eric had hugged her...

"Ava! Come on, dear. Have you forgotten the cookies? They will burn! Its not daydreaming time!" Her aunt Carol told her. None of their family relations knew about the Krey family.

"Oh yes, aunt Carol. I forgot." Ava went to take out the cookies. Christmas music played in the background. The children danced. Yet nothing stirred in her heart. She kept a frozen, fake smile plastered on her face all the time.

The family went out to the barn. Father told the Christmas story. When it got to the part of "Peace on Earth, goodwill to men" that did it. Ava looked around her, trying to believe Priceless and Autumn were there. They weren't. And she thought the world was hardly peaceful right now. There was war. She wanted to cry, but she didn't.

When they were all inside, Ava went to her bedroom and sobbed. How long would it be until the full, complete liberation? It was oh so hard.

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Will We Fly

by Sally
(Near the Horses)


I know most of you guys will understand this...

One two three.
One two three.
Three beats
Two heartbeats
1 wish
To fly

To fly is not to lift up your arms and jump into the sky
To fly is not to go on a plane and be in the air

To fly
To fly is to be one the back of a horse
Their canter rocking you
Flying you away
It is not a question of how will I fly
It’s a question of when will I fly

When Will I feel his heartbeat beneath me?
When will I be rocked back and forth in his embrace
When will I be able to embrace the world from his back

So many as when will I?
But is there an answer
No
The answer does not come from when will I?
The answer comes from When will we?
When will our heartbeats touch?
When will we learn to fly?
When will the beats of his hooves beneath me reach us both?

Not everyone will fly
But I know
From the very depths of my soul
He will get me there
His hoofbeats leading to my heartbeat

Not every path to one’s heart is created my hands
Some are created from hooves
From the ones that make you feel like you can fly
The only question is...
Will we fly?

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Home At Last

by Anna Leigh
(Glen Ellyn, IL)


These people call me names
hit me
Don't feed me
And I give them rides and
Love
I don't call them names
I don't hit them
I don't starve them
I slave for them

When I was a filly
I had no fun
I was in a stall that I couldn't move in
and if I tried to talk
They shocked me with a zapper
They shoved me
They put a heavy thing called a
Saddle
On my back

They forced a metal thing in my mouth called a
Bit
They put the heaviest person they could find On
My back
And whipped me till I walked
They put me through the worst
Yet they were in paradise
As I walked
And walked
And walked

BANG
I don't remember anything the day I fell
Except for this
“That horse is a wimp, she can't handle anything”
“You are working this horse too hard and that is cruel, I am going to call the police”
That was a voice I never heard but it was so
Soft
Kind
Loving
I have waited every day of my life to hear a voice like that
Wow
That is the owner I have been waiting for
Will he want me
Will he love me
Will he treat me right
I don't know but I hope he will
want me
love me
treat me right
I hope
I can only hope
For now

I wake up
WHAT ARE YOU DOING
What is that
I thrash then I remember
That horse in the stall
They put a harness on her
A thing sputtered then
ROAR
It lifted her
Up
Up
Up
Then the people backed up a truck
To her
Then
She went
Down
Down
Down

HUM
The truck rumbled away
HUH
They have the truck right in front of me
I remember the day after that mare left
My master was yelling
“GET THAT HORSE FROM THE ASPCA NOW!”
ASPCA that sounds nice
Will I see that mare at the ASPCA
I hope

Who are you
What are you doing
“Hey take it easy with her she is sweet but she is hurt and we don't want to hurt her more”
That voice
I know you
I love you
“What's up girl what's bothering you?”
I LOVE YOU
DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND

“Sir that horse has bonded with you”
That voice
I
I
I
HATE IT
I thrash
I try to kick the source of the sound
It is no use
It just hurts

“I do have an extra stall at my ranch! Want a new home girl?”
YES
YES
YES
“Load her up boys we got a new member of the McPars!”
McPar
I LOVE IT
“What should I call her?”
“GOT IT! Snicker!”
“Because she just tried to eat my snickers bar!”

P.S. Snickers are my favourite!

Sincerely
Snickers
(The horse)

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HorseyGirl

by HorseyGirlInTheCity
(Pacific Grove, CA)

My Grandma's Horse, Cheerio.

My Grandma's Horse, Cheerio.

HorseyGirl: A Story of Horsey Dreams...

Chapter 1

I was reading in my bedroom in Los Angeles, California when my mom called us down to a family dinner that would change my whole life. Rainey, my older sister, wasn't happy about having to have a fancy dinner tonight, she had been planning to go to the skatepark with her friends. Rainey started skateboarding when she was like 4, so she’s really good. Her and some of her skater friends get together every monday, wednesday, and pretty much any other day that they can get together. Rainey was still whining when I came down and sat in the chair to the right of daddy, and on the left of a grumbling Rainey.
“Rainey, we don’t mind if you go to the skatepark with Andrea and the other girls on weekends and some school nights, but this is a family dinner day.”
“But, mom…” Rainey said. “They were going to go to this new skatepark today, it’s supposed to be really cool.”
“Rainey, you can go another day. If it’s so good, i’m sure they will be happy to go again. Sit down.”
“Listen to your mother,” Daddy warned. Rainey sat. But she sure wasn’t happy about it. Mom had made a special dinner today, that was pretty normal for a family dinner night, but when she got out the fancy candles and lit them, I started to smell something. I piled my plate high with mac and cheese, broccoli, (yes i like broccoli) and sweet potato mini pancakes. In the middle of our meal, when people were just finishing up, or getting seconds in Rainey's case, mom and dad dropped the bomb. And it sure wasn’t a small bomb, it was big, and covered lots of ground. It exploded anything in its path. That was not the kind of bomb I liked. “Your father and I have some news for you,” Mom started. “This house has been getting too expensive, California is not a cheap state. So, we decided that it was time to sell this place and move somewhere else. We bought a house and estate in montana. Lewistown to be exact. It is much cheaper there, so we can do a lot more things for you kids. We got a big house with 4 acres!” Rainey’s mouth was starting to hang open, but then she came out of her shock and kind of exploded. “WHAT!!!!!” She yelled. “How can you expect us to be happy about it if you’re basically ruining our life. How will I skate with my friends if we are in a whole different state?”
Then she jumped up and ran to her room, I could hear her angry stomps all the way up the stairs. I finished my dinner in silence, I didn't know how to feel. On one note, I didn’t really have any friends, but on another, I didn't want Rainey to stay so angry. She had a life here, and while she could be annoying, i didn't think it would be good for her to be angry all the time.

The next day, I was reading again. Rainey had been grumpy and quiet at breakfast, and had gone out to skate with her friends soon after. I was alternating between slowly packing up things, waiting for the day to come. They were leaving in one week exactly. Thank god we were flying to Montana, to reading on my bed. The moving truck would have to drive all the way. I moved slowly around her room, looking at everything. Most of the stuff that I wasn’t going to need during the week was packed.I decided to be done for the time being. And instead got into my bedroom chair and started to read a horse book. But that got boring quickly, with so much going on it seemed wrong to do something as normal as reading. So instead I got out the old laptop and googled Lewistown, Montana. It wasn’t very interesting at first, but there was some stuff about the local wildlife, and so on. Then, a brochure popped up for Moranne Ranch. I clicked on it and the website said that they did Horseback riding lessons, agricultural clubs, and other farm things. Horses! This was a dream come true. I was sure mom would be interested in the farm fresh produce, that would be a perfect way to introduce the prospect of riding lessons. Maybe moving wouldn’t be too bad after all.

Chapter 2
The next few days passed in a blur of packing, stress, a slowly emptying fridge, and Rainey being gone all the time. I was getting bored without Rainey to do stuff with, so I helped mom with packing a lot. When Saturday finally came, we were off to the airport and were soon lifting off the ground. I put back my tray, and fastened my seatbelt. We were off!


A couple of hours later, we were in a cab and on our way to our new house. I looked out the window at the farmland passing by. There was so much of it. Everything was so green. Nothing like the city. “Mom?” I asked.
“Yes honey?”
“When will our car get here? Or will we get a new one?”
“Your aunt will drive it down here when she comes to visit in a few weeks.”
“Oh. Thanks mom.” Summer was almost over. School would be starting again. I would be in sixth grade. Not much time to look into horseback riding. Maybe someone at the school could help me. 10 minutes later, they pulled into a large driveway. I saw a large house surrounded by grass, and there was a shed on the right side of the house. It looked fine. The house was much bigger than our last one. I unbuckled my seatbelt and got out of the car. I walked up to the front door and got the key out of the lock box using the code mom had written down for me. Inside, the house was large and cavernous, empty without furniture and other things inside of it to make it homey. Mom came inside with the rest of my family. We spent the rest of the day unloading. That night, I had a hard time falling asleep. I was too excited. Tomorrow I was going to go exploring to try and find that horse farm! The next day the movers were arriving after a long drive the day before. The house was already feeling homey, so it was especially cheerful with morning sunshine streaming through the windows.Dad was cooking pancakes, because we had missed our usual saturday pancake breakfast because of the move. Rainey was sitting at the makeshift table, and texting someone on her cell phone. I sat down on the boxes we were using for chairs until the movers got here. Dad was clunking around in the kitchen looking for things. There wasn’t much in their car to cook with, so he had to make do. But he was clearly having a little trouble. I went and sat at the table, and in 20 minutes there was a plate of steaming pancakes in front of me. “Thanks dad.” I said, my mouth full. I finished them off quickly and hurried up to my room. I pulled on a pair of blue jeans, and a t-shirt with a horse head on it. I went downstairs and into the kitchen.
“Dad, can I go exploring?”
“Where to?”
“I don’t know, just around. I want to see what's here,”
“You can go as long as you stay close.”
“Thanks!!!”
I ran from the room and pulled on a pair of heeled hiking boots. I grabbed my bike and biked down the road, the morning was cold, with only a hint of the afternoon sunshine to come. The bike was slightly longer than I thought, I had looked up the stables and some directions before I left. Soon there was a dirt road, with a sign in front of it reading: Sunset Circle Horse Farm & Riding School. I couldn’t believe it! I was here. I could see horses grazing on frosted grass, hear horses neighing for and pawing for their breakfast. I got off and parked it by some bushes, then walked up the road to the barn. I saw someone hand walking a horse out to pasture. I walked over to her and called out. “Hello, ma’am,”
“Hello there,” She called back. “Do you need something?”
“Yes, thank you. Um..do you do riding lessons here?”
“We do. Are you interested?”
“Yes, do you have a price?”
The woman nodded, and took a piece of paper out of her pocket. She handed it to me. “Here, take this. You can talk to your parents and call me.”
“Thank you.” I said. I ran back to my bike and biked as fast as I could all the way home.

The next few days, I held off from asking mom and dad for riding lessons for two reasons. The first was that they were so preoccupied with unpacking, the moving truck had come and deposited all our stuff, so they couldn’t really think about anything else. The second reason was that Rainey was still angry at them. So, while I wanted to burst sometimes. I stayed quiet. They were trying to entice Rainey to go explore with me, or even participate in dinner conversation. She wouldn’t budge. That didn’t mean that I wasn't getting time with horses though. I biked to the farm anytime I could, and watched people do chores. The horses were beautiful. I even made up names for them. There was one in particular, that was my favorite. I named him Wind Dancer. Windy, for short. He is beautiful. He is a dapple gray-ish white. With some silver too. His mane is black. He is a great riding horse. But he is also young, and spooks easily. I draw the horses, watch them, and listen to people talk about them. I also came up with a plan to talk to my parents about it. I decided to wait until everything was unpacked.

Thanks Everybody for reading, I will add a chapter 3 if I have any comments!




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The Horse Dream

by Brooklyn
(Tampa, Florida)


I was going to get a new horse, and was excited. My Dad was driving, and my Mom had this exited look on her face. Whenever she got exited it usually spun out of control. Only usually.
“Hey mom, can I get a nice, bay pony?”
“Well, I’ll have to see about that. Charles, what about it?”
“What about it? We’ll see.”
I was astounded. Until I heard mom say this.
“You need to know Zoe, although I love your beautiful brown hair, and you’re so cute, with those, big blue eyes, but This is a horse only place. Unless you want a bigger version of your dream horse.”
“Sure, I guess.” I was so happy that I was getting a horse, it wouldn’t matter if you offered me a fun day at Manor city. As we pulled in the mile long driveway, I saw more horses and paddocks than you could count. Mom leaned back to look at me and smiled.
“You excited?” I didn’t respond. I just stared in awe as we pulled in the massive parking lot. It was the size of the grocery store parking lot. there were 10 pickup trucks.
“Wow.”
“I bet they waste their money on this,” Mom said.
“Hello, ladies and gents, I am Mr. Hopper. I am glad to be of assistance. And you should see us in the summer. We are so full. We do summer camp here, and also we make a half off deal for the first week of summer.” His face was blue from talking without taking a breath.
“I would like a bay, maybe something good for her. I want a good, young one, but sound and well trained.”
“ I have a great few for you.” He led us into the barn were a bunch of different colored horses were. This is Sammy. He is three and is the most tamed and sound horse they're is. let me try ride him now. I got up on him and Started.
Honey, Be careful. And I went into in empty field and cantered. I closed my eyes and stetted out my arms. He was the dream horse. And then I whispered to him,

I love you

Remember, you should love your horses, now, and forever.

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HOOFBEATS Shasta

by Heartbeat for horses


Chapter One: Horse on the Hill

"G'morning Sunshine!" Sam Bailey called to her dark chestnut mare grazing in her paddock. She lifted her head and whinnied a greeting.

Sam climbed on top of the fence watching Sunshine eat mouths full of fresh green grass. She lived on a large cattle ranch in Nevada with her Mom Sandy, her brothers Chad and Joshua, her Father Jacob and her sister Madison.

"Ready for a ride up to the meadow?" She asked Sunshine as she hopped off the fence. Sunshine answered with a low nicker and started towards Sam.

"Be right back girl. I have to go get a brush and your tack."

She headed up to the barn and down to the aisle to the tack room. She grabbed a brush and the heavy western tack set she had gotten for her birthday. She lugged it into her arms and headed back to the paddock.

She opened the gate, placed the tack on the fence rail and started brushing Sunshine's dirty coat. Sam groomed her until she shone. She saddled and bridled her mare then placed her boot in the stirrup and lifted herself into the saddle.

"Dad!" Sam called as her Father walked into the barn. "I'm going up to the meadow!"

"Okay!" Her Dad replied.

"Come on Sunshine, let's go!" Sam said and asked her for a walk.

Once out of the barn yard, she squeezed her into a steady lope and rode across a wide field where the cattle were kept and grazed.

Sam loved living in Nevada. She could ride almost anywhere she wanted. She lived on a ranch full of horses and the weather was almost always beautiful.

They soon arrived at the bright green meadow full of wild flowers. A bubbly creek gurgled at the edge of the shady woods offering a cool refreshing place in the summer.

Sam dismounted and led her horse over to the creek to give herself and Sunshine some water. She ground tied Sunshine and let her drink while she waded into the water to cool off from the blistering summer heat.

Just as she was about to wade in a shrieking whinny rippled the air. Sam jerked her head around to see a beautiful palomino standing on the hill. His golden coat shone like sun against the bright green grass. His creamy mane blew softly in the warm breeze as he stood tall like a proud stallion.

Sam just stared.

All too soon, the horse broke into a gallop and took off down the hill out of sight.

Chapter Two: Menace (Rewritten)


"Dad, do you know of any palominos running around loose?" Sam asked at the dinner table that night.

Her father looked up and nodded his head. "Yeah, that's old Mr. Carter's horse, Shasta. Keeps on getting loose, the menace."

"He isn't a menace. He's beautiful!" Sam protested. Her Dad shook his head and went back to his meal.

"He's the most beautiful horse." Sam told her Mom. "His coat shines like gold and he's so proud looking!"

"Sam, he isn't your horse so don't get any ideas," her Dad said as he stood up from his chair and headed outside.

At 5:00 A.M the next morning, Sam hurried down the stairs from her bedroom and out the front door. She wanted to go and see if she could find the palomino gelding, Shasta before school.

She hurried to the barn and bridled Sunshine. She hopped on bareback and trotted across the cattle field up towards the meadow where she had seen the horse the day before.

She squeezed Sunshine into a lope. Soon, she was at the creek. She trotted up the hill to see if the horse was anywhere in the fields below. She glanced around once she was on top to see the palomino standing in the bottom of the field grazing.

Slowly, she walked her horse down the hill to get a little closer to Shasta. The horse glanced up once he heard the sound of hoofbeats and the smell of a horse and rider nearing. He threw his head up and snorted taking a step back.

"It's okay boy." Sam said and hopped off of Sunshine. She ground tied her horse and pulled an apple out of the saddle bag.

"Here handsome thing," she said holding out the apple.

The palomino cautiously took the apple from Sam's outstretched hand. Smiling, she ran her hand over his soft golden neck. He relaxed under her touch and stood still while she petted him.

"You're not a menace, beautiful thing," she said to the gelding and planted a kiss on his soft muzzle.

"I wish you were mine. We could do everything together." She told him.

With a final pat, Sam looked at her watch. It read 6:30. She had to hurry if she wanted to be on time for the bus.

"Bye, Shasta. I'll see you soon, boy." She whispered and hurried over to Sunshine.

Chapter Three: Promises

"Dad, can I talk to you for a minute?" Sam asked after she had groomed and put Sunshine in her paddock.

"Sure honey," he said and set down his pitchfork.

"You see, I went down to Mr. Carter's house earlier to tell him I knew where Shasta was running off too if he hadn't already gotten him back. Shasta was there and he's for sale. He's only $500 and well, you have been promising me a new horse since Sunshine is getting on in her years. You said I could have any horse under $1,000." She blurted out.

"I could even work around the ranch more," she said searching her father's face.

He stood there for a minute and sighed. "Honey, I know your Mom and I promised you a horse but that palomino is a handful. I don't know if I want you around him."

"Dad, please. I promise I'll work really hard with him before I ever even think of riding. I could always get Chad or Joshua's help too." Sam begged.

"Right now, the answer's no." Her father said. "But if you want to talk to Mr. Carter about helping out with working with the gelding and bonding with him a little bit, I might consider it."

"Really?!" Sam exclaimed. "I'm going straight over there!"

Before her father said another word, she quickly bridled Snow, a white quarter horse mare, hopped on bareback and nudged her to a trot.

Once she was down the hill, she urged Snow into a lope and rode down the dirt road to Mr. Carter's house. She slowed Snow to a halt and ground tied her. Sam raced into the barn to find Mr. Carter.

"Mr. Carter!" My Dad said he might consider buying Shasta if I could help work with him and bond with him a little bit," she said breathlessly.

Mr. Carter smiled. "That's fine with me if you come over here a couple hours a day to work with the gelding." He replied. "Does your Dad know you came down here?" He asked her.

"Yes." Sam replied.

"Well, you can go ahead and get started then." Mr. Carter said.

"Thank you so much Sir!" She said.

She quickly took care of Snow, put her in the paddock and went to see Shasta.

Chapter Four: Bonding

"Hey there, Shasta!" She said as she opened the gate carrying an apple and a peppermint.

"Here boy." She clucked as she closed the gate.

Sitting in the dirt, she waited for him to come to her. After a moment of hesitation, he started to walk over to her hesitantly.

"That a boy," she whispered as he lowered his head to eat the peppermint from the palm of her hand. He lipped it up and tossed his head happily. He searched her pockets for more treats and nickered softly. She pet his soft golden neck lovingly. His muscles relaxed under her touch.

Slowly, Sam stood up and placed her hand on his back.

"I know you have been ridden so why not try sitting on you for a minute?" She said aloud.

She stood on the fence beside Shasta and calmly and swiftly slid onto his back. His muscles tightened but he stood still.

"It's okay," she said patting his soft neck. "You're okay, my good boy."

She grabbed a handful of mane and softly touched his sides with her heels. Shasta obediently started walking. She walked him a few laps around the arena then halted and slid off. She kissed his soft muzzle and fed him his apple as a reward for being so good.

"I have to go now but I'll be back tomorrow, boy." She said. "Bye, Shasta."

Chapter Five: Riding

Sam continued going over to Mr. Carter's house everyday to see Shasta. Their bond was growing stronger and their walks around the arena were becoming even more special.

"How about a real ride today?" Sam asked Shasta one afternoon. Shasta nuzzled her hair in reply.

"I'll be right back, buddy," she said and went into the barn to find a bridle and saddle she could use.

She found some and went outside to get him saddled. He was already clean. She lightly placed the saddle blanket and saddle on his back, tightened the cinch and bridled him with only a little trouble with the bit.

She placed her foot in the stirrup and climbed into the saddle with ease. She lightly touched him with her heels and sat a bit deep in the saddle. He broke into a lively trot.

"Good boy!" She exclaimed and patted his neck. She trotted him a few laps around the arena then slowed him to a walk.

"I don't want to rush you." Sam told Shasta. She cooled him off a little bit then halted and slid out of the saddle.

As she worked on unsaddling him and brushing his soft coat, she started talking to him.

"Once Dad sees how amazing you are, there's no way he is going to say no. But I want to make sure we're doing really well before I have him come out here and see for himself."

She put away his tack, kissed him goodbye and headed off towards home.

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Stormspeaker

by Avery
(Colorado)

This art is by Gonzalo Kenny

This art is by Gonzalo Kenny

Hi guys! This is my first attempt at writing a story, about horses or anything else.This is a fictional story, it did not actually happen to me. Let me know if you like it. I would love to continue writing it.
Stormspeaker

Chapter One


Storm clouds rolled through the valley. The wind howled through the open door of our little cabin halfway up the mountian. The door swung wildly. Another cold gust burst through the door. I got up to close it. Settling back in my comfortable chair by the fireplace, I thought about going back out to check on the animals. Dad would be home any minute now, so I might as well go out to help him feed them. I went to the door and put on by boots, hat, and jacket. I pulled on my gloves, and, bracing myself, opened the door. Rain slapped me hard in the face. I scurried out the door. Lightning struck not too far away. Thunder clapped and seemed to shake the whole mountian. I pulled my flashlight from my pocket, turned it on, and walked to the barn. Opening the door, I hurried in. I turned on the lights and closed the door behind me. The goats bleated happily at my arrival. One of my goats, Clover, came up to me and butted her head on my leg. I smiled and stroked her soft nose. She nibbled my hand hopefully. “Hey, when did you get so greedy?” I asked her with a laugh. “Alright, let’s get you guys fed.” After I had made sure all of the animals were fed, also making sure our dog, Scout, hadn’t destroyed anything, and petting the demanding cats, I turned off the lights and closed the door behind me. For some reason, I started walking up the steep trail to the top of the mountian. As I reached the top, memories flooded me. I hadn’t been up here since Mom died. Grief washed over me as I thought about that had taken Mom’s life two years ago. Mom and I had been riding up here, on the mountiantop, together when a storm rolled in. We decided to make a run for it back to the house. As we made our way back to the house, Mom’s horse slipped on the muddy slope and fell, crushing her leg. She hit her head on a rock. That’s what killed her, the doctor said. A rock? I couldn’t blame a rock. The rock couldn’t help being there. So I blamed the horse. Phantom was supposed to be sure footed. My Mom’s silvery black stallion was the one to blame. Or at least that’s what I thought. The next night, I let Phantom go. Into the wild. I couldn’t bear to see him again. Dad wasn’t really mad. He was too wrapped up in grief to even hardly notice. He sold all of the horses after that, though. He could see that I hated them. After a while he tried to convince me to let him get me another horse. I refused. I swore I would never ride again. A loud clap of thunder scared me out of my thoughts. A bolt of lightning revealed something that made me gasp. My heart swelled with emotion as I looked at the silvery black stallion standing in front of me. A name flashed in my mind that I had heard Mom call him only once.

Stormspeaker.

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Joy and Pain

by SkyDiamond
(Virginia)


Part One

Hi, I am Anne and my favorite thing in the entire world is horses. I own a dominant white stallion named Ice Blizzard, but we call him Bliz. Anyway, I am going to enter a show right now, so I need to stop talking like a total chatterbox.

I hear the announcer say, "Next up is Annabella Smith on Ice Blizzard!"

I guide Bliz over an oxer, then two combinations. We jump over a jump with bricks on it. Then, there is the type of jump that scares me: the jump with a pool. I admit, I am scared of heights. And I also cannot swim. So yikes.

I take a deep breath, and me and Bliz literally float over the jump! Hmm, maybe those jumps aren't that hard.

***I end up coming home with a blue ribbon. I am beaming with a combo of my Omg-did-I-really-do-that face and my Wow-I-am-so-awesome face.

My BFF, Meridith runs up to me and hugs me. "You aced it today!" she says. And I admit, I did.

***That night, Me, Meridith, and Cordelia (who is my other BFF) go out and ride together in the trail in celebration of me winning the competition. Along with Jake (my boyfriend), Dan (Meridith's boyfriend), and Luke (Cordelia's boyfriend).

"Hey!" Jake suddenly says, should we have a race to that very round rock?"

"I am so in!" I say.

"Sure, as long as Cory does too." says Luke.

"I'm in" Cordelia says.

"Me and Mera are in too!" says Dan, "Right Mera?"

"Of course!" Meridith replies.

"You wanna say 'go'?" Jake asks me. I nod. I got in my starting position, and said, "Ready, set...GO!" We all burst off.

When we finish, we are all sweaty. "Yeah I won!!" Dan says. We all cheer.

"Congrats." Mera says. She blushes.

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My Christmas Miracle


I wake up on Christmas morning and lay in bed for a few minutes. I had honestly lost hope in getting a horse on Christmas morning. I had dreamt of it for four years and every year I've been disappointed.

I told myself not to get my hopes up this year. I tried not too but I want a horse so much it honestly doesn't feel right to give up completely.

A few minutes later, my parents call me to the living room to open gifts. I sigh and slowly get out of bed, glancing at the pictures of Riley and Peppy on my desk. I head into the living room to see the tree filled with presents. I sit down on the couch my heart hurting worse with each second.

That's when my whole world turned upside down. A loud whinny came from outside. Without a second thought, I leapt off the couch and jerked open the front door.

There stood my trainer holding Riley. His gray coat blending with the white snow. My heart nearly stopped as I tore outside no coat or shoes.

Riley nickered a greeting, his ears perked. I threw my arms around him so many emotions running through me.

"He's all yours," my dad said. The words that changed my life... I had a horse of my own.

If only this was true...

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Flying Free

by Sally
(Washington)


This is a vignette I wrote for my English class and had to present (not doing that again that's for sure), but I was told it was good and well I want to share it with you guys. Note it's about the sweet gelding I'm riding right now and have been riding for 9 weeks, his name is Nugget but I changed it to Big Red for the story. Hope you enjoy!

Fiery Red, running across the ground like a wildfire, this is how I imagined Big Red when he ran. With me on his back, it was like taming the wind. As he cantered it felt like the beat of my whole life. Three beats.

One Two Three, Rise up, Lean back, Sit down and do it all over again.

Looking back I could see how this was just the way my life went I remembered how throughout life, my parents have been there, sometimes it felt like they protected me, sometimes it felt like I was being hidden from the world but they were still always there. For some reason, even though they could never find out where my love for horses came from, that was the one thing that they understood the most. The fact that for me, life with horses was the life they couldn’t restrict me from.
One Two Three, Rise up, Lean Back, Sit Down and do it all over again.

Rising up. That’s how I felt on Big Red like I was rising up from the hidden world called life and he carried me out of there, Out to the free unknown world of flying.

It’s been nine years since I found my love for horses.

Nine years that I’ve been dreaming of them.

Nine years since I knew what me I was happiest as.
A girl who dreams of flying.

Going through those ups and downs of his canter slowly I thought back to all those other times I rode. Never did I stop smiling he’s the one who helped me get there.

Big open strides, a funny attitude, and sweet nature, always somewhere in my mind. The horse that saved me from life. I wonder, if maybe I One Two Three, Rise up, Lean Back, Sit Down and do it all over again.

His life like a dance, five six seven eight, One step forward, Right foot not left. Start all over again. One step, right foot, keep going.
The first time we met. Him, covered in mud and thought I was crazy, Me, I know I need to ride this horse.

He’d already been through so much. I wanted to learn to move forward with him.

So that's what I did. 8 weeks, 8 lessons, and 8 hours I’ve been with him.

Yes, there are other horse crazy girls that ride him but I’m not sure they’re all like me.
One Two Three, Rise up, Lean Back, Sit Down and do it all over again.

There are the girls who have been riding since they were three: the I just ride for fun, I wanna be a pretty little princess on a white unicorn (Grey, not white horses are never white), and the type that believes riding is an escape from this crazy world called life. That's me. I love my family but my family isn’t full of horse lovers, only me, Mom doesn’t go around them often, my sister used to but no more, and my brothers and Dad never have.

One Two Three, Rise up

My moms allergic and stays away. I’m allergic and I can not stay away.

On Big Red's back or even just emptying and filling water buckets in the barn is my home away from home.

My home where I feel free. Being free isn’t riding into an open field hair flying in the wind, no.

Being free is a feeling, not an object, it might seem that way for some but it’s not. Everyone has their own was of feeling free and mine just happens to be when I’m with horses. Some people may feel it in music, art, other sports and sometimes even books.

One Two Three, Rise Up, Lean Back

“Loosen your hold on the reins and let him have his head.” my trainer says from the ground turning in circles with us lunge line in her hand and shaking me out of my thoughts. I looked at my hands. White from holding the reins so hard then I looked at Big Red, his hooves matching my heartbeat.

He knew what he was doing, even as he learned. I knew what to do as well, I just had to do it.
Letting my hands fall forward, the tension in the reins still there, I gave Big Red his head. His pace immediately picked up, gathering his legs under me,

One Two Three, Rise up, Lean back, Sit down,
My breath came quickly, the wind blowing on my face, even though I thought it was the last thing I should feel on his back as he cantered across the ground I felt completely and utterly safe. I rose up and down with his canter giving him his head some more and leaning back. He slowed, I kept him going, it felt like we had been moving forever but in reality, the world had only moved on for a few minutes.

I slowed him down to a walk. My side aching. Whoever said Horseback riding was easy, was greatly misguided.

“Alright, I want you to loosen your grip on the reins. You hold them like they’re what keep you on the horse. Focus on your balance, not steering,” I nodded and nudged him up to a trot again then a canter.

One Two Three, Rise up, Lean back, Sit down, and do it all over again.

I took a deep breath, the outside world seeming nothing compared to this, and I let my hands go forward all tension in the reins gone.

I bobbed up and down with his canter keeping his legs underneath him, maybe I was making him work, but he was flying.

Both of us were flying.

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All I Want

by Heartbeat for horses


Part One

"Sophia what would you like for Christmas?"

Sophia Anderson looked up from her horse magazine to see her Mom standing in the doorway of the living room.

"Spirit. I want Spirit for Christmas." Sophia said thinking of the adorable bay Mustang/quarter horse cross she rode at her riding stables.

Her Mom sighed and shook her head. "Sophia, how many times have I told you we can't afford a horse and I doubt your trainer would sell Spirit."

Sophia sighed and stood up. "I don't want anything then." She grabbed her magazine and hurried upstairs to her room. She had heard the same lectures hundred times and she didn't want to hear it again.

She opened her bedroom door and flopped down on the bed. She glanced around her room. Her memory and cork board were full of photos of her riding on the many school horses and of course Spirit.

She had model horses on her shelf and ribbons and horse pictures hanging on her walls. Her bookcase was full of horse books from fiction to training and care. She loved horses more than anything in the whole world especially Spirit.

He was stubborn and sweet, spirited and sour. He and Sophia had an unbreakable bond and love for each other. Her eyes rested on a picture of Spirit standing in the snow, Sophia holding the lead rope and standing by his side.

It was only two years ago they had met and that picture held so much love and was Sophia's most special possession.

"Sophia!" Her Mom called. "Your trainer called! She asked if you could come down to the barn! Spirit needs some exercise and she thought you would like to ride him!" Sophia jumped off the bed already throwing on her breeches and boots. She pulled on her coat and raced downstairs.

"Lets go!" She said to her mom excitedly.

Part Two

"Spirit! I missed you buddy!" Sophia called as she opened the pasture gate.

Spirit lifted his head and nickered a greeting as he trotted over. He nuzzled her hair affectionately. Sophia laughed and unwrapped a peppermint she had in her pocket.

"Here you go," she said flattening her palm. Spirit lipped it up as Sophia put on his halter.

"C'mon," she clucked and led him from the pasture up towards the barn. She clipped him on the cross-ties and began grooming him while telling him about what happened earlier that day. She finished grooming him and tacked him up.

"Jane said we could take a trail ride!" Sophia said to spirit as she mounted and squeezed him to a nice steady walk.

"This is our first trail out alone ever!" She guided him down the hill and turned him down her favorite trail. She loved riding in the winter. The air was cold and sometimes it even snowed. The horses' coats were thick and soft and their manes tangled.

"Want to trot?" She asked Spirit as she asked him for the trot. She rose in the saddle with every other beat of the trot until they reached the best part of the trail. The long stretch she always cantered on.

"Come on boy!" She clucked and nudged him into a nice steady canter. She loved to canter especially on Spirit.

After about an hour out, Sophia walked Spirit up the hill back towards the barn. Jane, Sophia's trainer stood talking to a girl about Sophia's age.

As Sophia halted and dismounted, Jane said to the girl, "Here is Spirit now. Would you like to try him out?"

Part Three

Sophia just stared. What was that supposed to mean?

"Sophia, this is Samantha Evens," Jane said indicating the blond-haired girl dressed in white breeches, a navy blue riding jacket, polished tall boots and her hair in a french braid.

"Samantha is looking into leasing Spirit if you don't mind her taking over and riding him for a little bit," Jane said smiling.

Sophia felt her insides crushing. At her barn, when someone leased a horse it wasn't used in lessons anymore.

"Umm, okay I guess." Sophia croaked and kissed Spirit's soft muzzle.

Samantha snatched Spirit's reins nastily and mumbled so only Sophia could hear, "how about switching your wardrobe?"

Sophia stayed at the barn until Samantha had ridden and untacked Spirit and left. Spirit stood on the cross-ties as Sophia brushed out his soft winter coat talking to him in soothing tones. It was dark outside and Sophia knew her mom would be there any moment to pick her up.

"I guess I better get you back in your stall," she said and unhooked the cross-ties.

She led him to his stall and opened the sliding door. She let him in, removed his halter and planted a kiss on his nose. She fed him a carrot and wrapped her arms around his neck, her eyes closed.

"I'll see you in 2 days for my lesson," she said as her mom pulled up in front of the barn. "I love you."

She closed the stall door and got into the car.

Sophia sat at her desk that night writing as many ideas on how to get Samantha to not lease Spirit as she could. She hadn't told her mom yet and it hurt her heart at the thought of not riding Spirit for a very long time or maybe never again.

She felt tears well at the back of her eyes as she looked at the picture of him on her desk. She couldn't lose him. HE was everything to her - her heart, her soulmate, her best friend, her life.

Part Four

Sophia jumped out of the car and hurried into the barn to check and see if she was riding Spirit. Her name was written beside his on the marker board. She smiled, grabbed his grooming tools and hurried over to his stall. He stood there, a look of love written on his face as he let out a joyful nicker.

"Hey Spirit!" Sophia said and put his halter over his head. "You're so cute."

She put him on the cross-ties. She glanced at her watch as she began grooming him. 15 minutes until her lesson. Perfect timing. She groomed him and picked out his hooves as she talked to him then tacked him up.

After tightening his girth and checking the straps on his bridle, she put on her helmet and led him down towards the arena where her trainer was setting up a couple 14-inch cross rails.

She smiled and rubbed Spirit's neck. She loved jumping. She went into the arena, checked her girth, and lengthened her stirrups before she mounted.

"Go ahead and warm him up!" Jane called from the center of the arena.

"Okay!" Sophia replied and began walking around the arena railing.

After a couple laps, she squeezed him into a trot and began to post to the rhythm. Once she was warmed up, Jane had her work on a three-loop serpentine to get Spirit warmed up equally on both sides.

"Okay, go ahead and canter." Jane said.

Sophia asked for the canter and after a second Spirit transitioned into a smooth canter on the correct lead. Sophia patted him happily and began cantering a 20-meter circle. She cantered for about 15 minutes.

"Okay Sophia, I want you to take him around the arena at the canter and pop over the two little cross rails over here, okay?"

She nodded and began her trip around the arena. She straightened Spirit up and cantered towards the cross rails. She got into her two point and jumped over them.

"Good boy!" Sophia said as she untacked Spirit after her lesson.

They had jumped 2 feet for the first time together and Sophia was still boiling with excitement.

"You did great!"

Part Five

The alarm clock woke Sophia up at 8:00 A.M Saturday morning. She clicked off the alarm and looked out her window. She hopped out of bed and quickly got dressed in a pair of jeans, a long sleeve blue and grey striped shirt, and her western boots. She brushed her hair, left it down, then put on some chap stick.

She pulled on her navy blue hoodie and hurried into the kitchen. She grabbed a granola bar and left her Mom a note saying she was going to the barn to see if there was any work to be done and hurried outside to grab her bike.

She loved riding her bike to the barn early in the morning. The air was cool, the scent was heavenly, and of course she was going to the barn which was the best part.

She pulled into the long driveway of her stables and parked her bike beside the barn.

"G'morning Jane!" Sophia called happily as her trainer walked into the barn.

"Oh hey Sophia, come to help out and visit Spirit?" She asked smiling. Sophia nodded.

"OK, well Samantha is coming to ride Spirit again but if you want to work on cleaning some tack and stalls for a couple hours you can hang out with Spirit when you're done."

Sophia nodded and went into the tack room to start cleaning the saddles.

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The Uniter

by God Belivn Cowgirl
(Michigan)


Chapter One

The waves boomed against the rocks harshly, then retreated in innocence. On and on the pattern goes, the moon shining on the salty waves. A mare walks along the shore, her huge belly swinging with every step. Her dark coat shone with water and sweat. Her blue-green fins on her fetlocks twitched excitedly, and the scales on her belly shimmered.

The SeaMare walked away from shore and to the seaweed "nest" she had prepared, settling into it with a groan. She changed her mind and stood up, nipping her belly and circling. Finally, a teeny-tiny hoof emerged, then a head. Soon the whole body slipped out and the SeaMare lovingly cleaned her foal.

Dawn came, the moon once more dying for the sun, and with it surprises yet to be unfolded.

A Unihorn paced next to a bubbling brook, his silky white mane tossing and swirling in the breeze. His pearly horn glimmered in the sunlight that filtered through the trees. The griffin next to him murmured reassuringly. "There, there, Triton. Don't you worry, now."

The Unihorn snorted hard. "How can I not worry, Greelon?! Anything could happen. Maybe Garr-Wolfs.." He couldn't finish his sentence.

The griffin sighed sympathetically. "I'll go scout her out. I'll be back in four days time." Triton watched her fly away. Anything could happen. Anything at all.

Ria, the SeaMare, nuzzled her colt. He was black with blue scales and fins... and a tiny horn. She shouldn't be surprised. But she was surprised, and worried. DaNali might kill him! Why, she thought bitterly, must there be such divisions? Long ago Unihorns and SeaHorses lived in harmony. But now the two groups constantly fought terrible wars. Being in bond with a Unihorn was punishable by death.

Ria was pulled out of her thoughts by a loud THUD! She quickly turned to see Gronbyi, a griffin who had took care of her, land. "Ria?!" the talkitive griffon screeched. "You should have sent word to me! What's his name? Who did you bond with?"

Ria nickered to him. "I've named him Anani." She said proudly. She stepped aside so he could have a better look. Suddenly, he narrowed his amber eyes. "Ria," he started slowly, "Who did you bond with?"

Ria replied without hesitation, "Triton. From the Enchanted Forest." Gronbyi swished his tail angrily. "YOU DID WHAT?!"

Chapter Two

Ria looked on calmly as Gronbyi threw a fit, his feathers ruffed up and his tail lashing like a cat's.

"Oh, you've done it now, Ria! What am I to do? You'll be thrown into the Hot Abyss!" He paced and muttered to himself.

Ria nuzzled her still sleeping colt." Gronbyi, we'll be fine. Koholio has given me a reassuring dream, a promise of safety and peace. The colt will not be hurt."

Gronbyi stopped pacing. He looked upwards and sighed. "If what you say is true, then I have no doubt that Koholio will protect the young colt. But you?" He shook his eagle-like head.

"I am worried what Denali might do." He patted her shoulder with his huge wing. "I am proud of you. Your colt is fine looking. Be careful! I will pray for you." He sniffed dramatically and prepared to take off.

"My little filly," He whispered, "All grown up." He took off with a WOOSH!

Ria watched him leave. Good old Gronbyi. Raging one minute and crying the next. A snicker and a nudge brought her out of her thoughts. Her colt wanted his breakfast.

As he filled his tummy, she thought of the journey they'd have to make back to her island. They had to cross an island, swim, then reunite with the herd. They would leave as soon as possible. The colt finished, streaking milk on Ria's flank with his muzzle.

"Darling, we must leave now. To meet the herd."

He pranked around. "Are we going in the water, mama? Is the herd nice? I don't think that bird likes them." He kept up this string of questions as they entered the ocean.

Ria splashed happily. This was where she needed to be! "Come now, darling. We've much traveling to do." They swam off, the water bubbly from their churning legs.

After an hour of swimming they reached an island. The colt flopped down on the sand. He was asleep almost instantly. Ria was dozing off herself when a rustle and a thump alerted her. The sun was setting, casting an orange glow on the palm trees. Suddenly, a Griffin emerged from the palms. It was Greelon!

She squeaked and said, "If this isn't the most strapping, handsome colt on the Albion Sea! Bless your soul!" She barely took a breath before she proclaimed," Triton sent me. He was worried about you. He sends his love and wishes to know what the foal is."

Ria perked her ears. "Yes, tell him it's a colt! Send my love. Tell him... tell him the colt's name is Anani."

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The start of something good

by Heartbeat for Horses


So far, this year has been amazing! I have ridden twice since the new year and both lessons have been truly incredible.

The first ride of the year, I got to jump the highest I have ever jumped--20 inches. The second lesson, Peppy and I worked on some dressage and went on a trail ride afterwards. But mostly, out of these two lessons, I've spent hours of bonding time with my best friend.

We have known each other for nearly two years and we do have a strong bond but I've been really working on making it even stronger and my goal this year is to build an incredible bond with Peppy and him to trust me more than anything.

I've been doing different things with him in the pasture--hand grazing him, lots of grooming and petting and talking to him while I do other things around the barn such as cleaning the tack and sweeping the barn aisle after picking out Peppy's hooves.

My trainer even let me do some free jumping with him after my lesson last week. It was amazing! We didn't go very high. They were only set at 2 feet but it was so much fun and an incredible bonding experience.

I can't wait to get back to the barn to spend time with my baby and this year has truly been the start of something good. I'm very excited to see what the rest of 2017 has in store for me and my four-legged partner.

Two years together... Thank you!


Peppy, two years ago a little light came into my life. It seized my heart, my thoughts and my dreams. This little light was you.

I remember the first time I met you like it was only seconds ago. It was love at first sight. After I went home from the barn that day, I remember that feeling I had in my heart. It was a feeling I had never ever felt before.

Every time I thought about you I would smile and that feeling would come back, it still does to this day.

That first year I rode you taught me so many things although I rode you very few times. You are such a willing learner and teacher. I could never have asked for a better partner than you.

This last year, we have grown so much together as a team. Our bond has grown to be incredible to the point you choose me over food and your friends in the pasture. You follow me without a halter or lead and you listen to me better than anyone else.

I'm looking forward to the rest of this year to grow as a rider, a friend, and to have you by my side no matter what. You truly are the best thing that EVER happened to me. Simply and with my whole heart, thank you!

I love you Peppy! You will always be My Little Classy Star... With lots of love and peppermints, you deserve a big hug and a huge THANK YOU!

I may hold the reins... But you hold my heart... See you soon buddy. Love you tough guy!

Some Angels (a poem)


Not all angels have wings
Or are pure white with gold
They aren't always the most perfect souls
They aren't always bold

Some may have sour moods one second
And a sweet one the next
They may not always obey in happily
But they always have true love

I know one of these angels
He sticks in my heart and by my side
He's a treasure worth more than gold
He is my best friend

His name is Peppy
He's naughty as can be
He's sweeter than sugar
And a heart of shimmering gold

He is always with me
No matter what
I hold onto him like a promise
I love him more than life

Peppy


This is just a little something I threw together for the one and only Peppy! I take no credit for the two songs and the soulmate thing. All credits to writers and people who wrote/sang the songs!

***What's a soulmate? It's like a best friend but more. It's the one person that knows you better than anyone else, that someone who makes you a better person. No, actually they don't make you a better person, you do that by yourself because they inspire you.

A soulmate is someone you carry with you forever. It's one person who knew you, accepted you and believed in you before no one else did or when no one else would. And no matter what happens, you'll always love them and nothing will ever change that. (Credits to Dawson's Creek)

I Don't Deserve You (a song by Plumb)
You're the first face that I see
And the last thing I think about
You're the reason that I'm alive
You're what I can't live without
You're what I can't live without
You never give up
When I'm falling apart
Your arms are always open wide
And you're quick to forgive
When I make a mistake
You love me in the blink of an eye
I don't deserve your love
But you give it to me anyway
Can't get enough
You're everything I need
And when I walk away
Take off running and come right after me
It's what you do
And I don't deserve you
You're the light inside my eyes
Give me a reason to keep trying
Give me more than I could dream
And you bring me to my knees
You bring me to my knees
Your heart is gold and how am I the one
That you've chosen to love
I still can't believe that you're right next to me
After all that I've done
I don't deserve your love
But you give it to me anyway
Can't get enough
You're everything I need
And when I walk away
Take off running and come right after me
It's what you do
And I don't deserve you

God Gave Me You (a song by Blake Shelton)
I've been a walking heartache
I've made a mess of me
The person that I've been lately
Ain't who I wanna be
But you stay here right beside me
Watch as the storm goes through
And I need you
'Cause God gave me you for the ups and downs
God gave me you for the days of doubt
For when I think I've lost my way
There are no words here left to say, it's true
God gave me you, gave me you
There's more here than what were seeing
A divine conspiracy
That you, an angel lovely
Could somehow fall for me
You'll always be love's great martyr
And I'll be the flattered fool
And I need you, yeah
God gave me you for the ups and downs
God gave me you for the days of doubt
For when I think I've lost my way
There are no words here left to say, it's true
God gave me you
On my own I'm only
Half of what I could be
I can't do without you
We are stitched together
And what love has tethered
I pray we never undo
'Cause God gave me you for the ups and downs
God gave me you for the days of doubt
God gave me you for the ups and downs
God gave me you for the days of doubt
And for when I think I've lost my way
There are no words here left to say, it's true
God gave me you, gave me you
He gave me you

Through His Eyes


This is a tiny little story about what I think he sees in his eyes when I go out for a lesson.

He always comes to the pasture when he sees my car and he knows which day I'm coming. I know horses can't detect days but they can go off of routine and I always ride on Wednesdays every other week. Hope y'all enjoy!


Day after day, children come and take me from my pasture and lead me to the barn. Some smother me in kisses and carrots, others pretend I don't exist. But one young girl in particular I look forward to coming.

It's a warm, sunny morning and I'm out in the pasture with my friends. But when I see a large gray suburban coming down the road, my heart pounds. I break into a trot and stop by the fence, waiting for my girl to come down.

A moment later, a young girl of thirteen hurries down to the pasture. Her brown eyes dancing, her brunette hair bouncing, with a smile on her face.

"Good morning Peppy! I missed you so much"! She says as she feeds me a peppermint. My favorite treat in the whole world.

She comes into the pasture and throws her arm around my neck. I nuzzle her shoulder and chuckle a low nicker.

"Let's go get you ready, handsome boy." She whispers to me and places the halter and lead on me. She lays the lead rope on my neck and I follow her up to the barn not trying to get away.

My girl tells me everything. Her deepest secrets, about the things she's done, vacations and parties. But she also tells me none of it was as special as the three hours every two weeks she spent with me.

There is something special to me about her. Maybe the calm way she acts around me, how she loves and respects me. She's been with me for two long years and I wouldn't have it any other way.

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Always Equestrian

by Sally
(Near the Horses)


I know that there's a lot of people stuck at home right now because of quarantine so I figured, there are some, like me, that are stuck away from their horses, or the ones they wish were theirs, so why not share some fun stories about you and your horse and things of that nature to keep those equestrian gears turning.

Anyways I thought this would be a good idea. Because I mean aren't we always equestrians? Even when we aren't near the horses?

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Burning Beauty

by Heidi
(Lewis, Scotland, UK)


Bella steeled herself for the fence, and then felt her heart soar as she and her flaxen Black Forest mare, Burning Beauty, cleared it without a hitch. But the story started 10 months ago, when she first found Burning Beauty...

She was pedaling home from school. There was a small wood beside the road. Suddenly, a horse charged out from a small copse and knocked her off her bike.

She gasped, for the horse was the lovliest thing she had ever seen. Then it disapeared, charging at a gallop down the road. Bella couldn't think of anything else for the whole day, so imagine her surprise when she woke up the next day and found it peacefully grazing in a small patch of land she had been given!

She threw her clothes on and ran outside as fast as she could. As she approached it though, she slowed down a good deal. She was a horse-a-holic so she knew a good deal about them. Her parents had promised to get one for her next birthday, so they might, they just MIGHT, let her keep it.

It was obviously wild. Her mane and tail were matted, her coat filthy. She was also unshod, with no nail marks. However, she was fairly tame. Bella excitedly yelled for her mum and dad. After a few hyper explanations and pleadings, they gave in ON THE CONDITION that she was fully responsible for her.

Bella gently coaxed the mare into the old shed, which she had been given as a den the previous year. She had always kept fresh straw on the floor of both halves, for it was split in 2 halves. One half, the far half, would do as a stable. Training would begin immediately ... or as soon as she was cleaned up, anyway.

Which then, 10 months later, led her to the winner's podium.

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A page for horse-crazy girls!

by hoofbeats


Here is a place where you can share your favourite quotes, poems, prayer requests about God and even about horses!

Here's a start!

10 Bible verses that you should memorize! Please share your favourites too! I found these on the internet and thought it would be great to share with you horse crazy girls!

Deuteronomy 31:6
“Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the Lord your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you.”

1 Timothy 4:12
“Don’t let anyone look down on your because you are young. Instead, set an example for the believers through your speech, behavior, love, faith and purity.”

Ephesians 4:29
“Do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouths, but only what is helpful for building up according to their needs, that it may benefit those who listen.”

Jeremiah 29:11
“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future.”

Philippians 4:6-7
“Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. 7 And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.”

Matthew 11:28-30
“Come to me, all you who are struggling hard and carrying heavy loads, and I will give you rest. Put on my yoke, and learn from me. I’m gentle and humble. And you will find rest for yourselves. My yoke is easy to bear, and my burden is light.”

John 16:33
“I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.”

Matthew 6:25-26
“That is why I tell you not to worry about everyday life--whether you have enough food and drink, or enough clothes to wear. Isn’t life more than food, and your body more than clothing? Look at the birds. They don’t plant or harvest or store food in barns, for your heavenly Father feeds them. And aren’t you far more valuable to Him than they are?

2 Timothy 1:7
“For the Spirit God gave us does not make us timid, but gives us power, love and self-discipline.”

John 3:16
“For God so loved the world that he gave His one and only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.”

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To Become a Champion

by Arabian Girl
(Australia)


Chapter One

*Beep, Beep, **Bleep, Bleep*, Beep!*

I lifted my sleepy head from my fluffy pillows, only to stare at my flashing, beeping alarm clock. I switched it off and dragged myself out of my bed, which felt as warm as toast.

Today was the day! I would be competing in the Murray River Spring Show Day! It was a one day show where I, Judith Nickerson would be riding True Blue Aussie, my champion showjumping horse. Everything would have been a dream, except for one thing....

Melissa Woodward would be competing. She was the meanest and snobbiest girl in my whole school. Maybe even the town. And to be honest, I would have not been surprised if she was the meanest girl in the state. Seriously. No exaggerations.

I quickly changed into black jodhpurs and a clean light blue T- shirt. I would change into my show clothes later.

I galloped down the staircase that ended in our living room. Mum was already making breakfast for my big family.

"G'morning 'hon," She smiled as I flicked the kettle on to start boiling.

"Good morning Mum," I replied with a smile, only wider than hers, as I found the Caro coffee and started to dump two tea spoons of it in a take away coffee cup.

A minute later, the kettle finished boiling. I poured the steaming water over the Caro powder which dissolved like a dust cloud. After, I splashed in a generous gush of milk and snapped on a jet black take away coffee lid. With that done I strode to the back door.

As soon as I slammed the fly screen door behind me, cool spring air engulfed me which mixed in with the smell of spring's first butter cups and daisies. I took a few deep breaths as I jogged to the barn.

Horses nickered as I flung open our big, actually massive barn's doors. I smiled as I approached True Blue Aussie's stall. The big bay thorough bred poked his sturdy head over his stall.

"Hey Aussie," I whispered as I blew up his nostrils. He flared them and returned the greeting. I stroked his blaze that ran down the center of his face. "Good boy!" I praised.

In minutes, I had Aussie tied outside his stall where I started to groom his shiny bay coat until it gleamed like gold. After that I braided his jet black mane and tail, the normal show routine.

During that one hour, my foster brothers and sisters came in to get their horses ready for the show.

I was Dad's and Mum's only real daughter but we took in foster children whenever we could. I had six of them in total, Dan 15 years old, Billy 15 years old, Maria 14, William 12, Harry 11 and Susannah at the age of 9.

Of course there was me, Judith Nickerson 15, but 16 in exactly 2 weeks.

I stepped back to admire Aussie's shiny light bay coat for the 100th time.

"Perfect!" I looked at my beautiful horse. He tossed his head in agreement.

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Chapter Two

My BFFs Destiny Hawker and Taylor Andrews would be competing against me on their horses, in show jumping.

Destiny would be on Dash Back, my jet black mare. Destiny was competing on her until she found a suitable horse to buy. Taylor would be riding Aim High, a dark bay thorough bred.

The stable was as busy as a beehive as my friends and siblings bustled about making their horses look gorgeous.

After having a light breaky in our cramped kitchen, we all piled into two of our four horse trucks. I sat in the middle seat in the front next to dad. Mum would be driving the other horse van.

Dad turned the key in the ignition, but the truck choked and did not sputter to life

Dad grunted.

He turned the key again and I held my breath...

Chapter Three

Dad hopped out of the truck and grabbed what looked like a spray can. He shook it for a few seconds, then sprayed it somewhere in the engine. He jumped back in and turned the key again and the truck roared to life.

"Yes!!!" Whooped everyone including me in the cab.

In about 1 1/2 hours, we made it to the Murray River Show grounds, which were already cram-jammed full of horse floats, people, horses, horse trucks and even more people.

I unloaded Aussie and quickly changed into white breeches, a black riding jacket which I pulled over my snow white show shirt and my gleaming pair of flash top boots.

Because Susannah wouldn't be riding, she was our photographer for the day. She had asked me with a pleading face just the night before if she could borrow my pro camera and I agreed with a smile.

Destiny, Taylor and I were all dressed the same as we weaved through the horse trucks etc.

"Hey Judith," came a mocking voice. We all spun around in unison to face Mellissa Woodward, the last person I wanted to meet.

She stood there poised like a snob. Hand on her hip, a crop in her gloved right hand and reins that led to a classy looking brown 'n' white paint mare. I'd never seen her before. Ever. Plus she looked bored out of her wits.

"Hey Melissa, never seen that horse of yours before." I said coolly.

"Of course you haven't!" She smirked, "She is my BRAND NEW champion showjumper. She's going to beat your old nag Aussierena."

I clenched my fists at this. It always drove me mad when she called my darling Aussie a stupid girl name, Aussierena. Aussie wasn't an old nag anyhow.

"PLUS, was trained by former Olympian..." She stopped bragging.

I'm usually not a mean person but I laughed inwardly.

"WHO CARES?!?" Melissa burst out," She was trained by an Olympian."

She was trying to hide her embarrassment but was doing an utterly poor job at it.

"Nice try Woody!" All of us turned including Melissa. There stood a boy and girl dressed identically, same as me except they wore navy blue jackets.

The boy spoke. Typical brat. "Seriously. My sis and I are going to smash that cocky smile off your puny face."

Even though her face was as white as if she had seen a ghost, I could feel her anger rising like a long extinct volcano.

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Spring Colors!

by Pigwings


Chapter 1


It was a beautiful spring day in Oklahoma. The sun was shining across the blue sky, the birds were chirping as if they were singing, the creek was sparkling as if it were made of gold, while it rushed across the smooth rocks.

Austin Brown who was 17 years old, woke up with excitement, ready for the day. He got out of bed smelling the wonderful aroma of bacon and eggs downstairs.

He looked at himself in the mirror seeing his dirty blond hair standing straight up as if as he had been sleeping for 2 weeks, He laughed at himself and ran to grab a comb from on top of the bathroom sink.

After he quickly combed his hair and grab his cowboy hat he started trotting down the stairs. The sweet smell of the bacon made him pick up his pace. As soon as he entered the kitchen, his mother greeted him with a warm smile. His 14-year-old sister Liddy was already there helping there mother put away dishes.

"Good morning Austin!" said Mrs. Brown as she pulled out a pan of Austin's favorite kind of muffins.

"Mornin!" Austin said as he tried to grab the biggest blueberry muffin from the hot pan.

"What took you so long to get up? Dad ate already and he's outside doing the chores." Liddy said, "And are you going anywhere today?"

"No, Why?" Asked Austin his mouth full.

"Because of I'm baking today and I don't want your fingers in my dough!" Liddy explained.

"I cant promise anything Liddy, your baking is just sooo good!"

"OK Ok, I know, but you need to keep yourself busy so I can start."

"Ok, I will go help dad with the chores." Austin left the kitchen to the basement and put on his rubber boot and headed out the door. Austin walked through the muddy driveway to the barn, he found his dad with one of the horse.

"What's wrong with this one?" Asked Austin.

"He's got some pretty deep cuts on his back." Mr. Brown said while he wiped ointment on the horse's back.

"Will he be ok?" Asked Austin.

"I think so, it just will take some time to heal."

"RING RING RING"

"Will you get that son? I'm busy at the moment."

Austin grabs the phone from his dad and answered it.

"Hello? This is Austin. Ya sure, Ok, We will be there as soon as possible." Austin hung up when his dad asked, "Who was that?"

"It was Mr. Jones, he said his neighbor is whipping his horse and it doesn't look good. I told him we will come."

"OK, go tell your mom that we're going to Mr. Jones house.

"Ok!"

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Zarah, Dodger, and Adventurer

by Isabella (Izzy) H.
(Catskill, Ny)

A Schleich toy stallion

A Schleich toy stallion

Before I start, I would like to tell you a little bit about what this is about and if this is real or fiction, so you can know what's going on. So, let's get started. (If you want to skip this part, go ahead.) I love horses, and always have. I first met a horse when I was 3 years old and let me tell you it was love at first sight. I am the 2nd oldest of 4 with 3 brothers. This story is about my HUGE (100+) Schleich horses. If you do not know what they are, Schleich is a brand which makes realistic models of animals. They are cheaper, smaller versions of Breyers of you know what Breyers are. They range from 5-15 dollars per horse. I tell stories all the time to my brothers, so I hope this will work. Here goes nothing!

My name is Adventurer. I am the wild-child girl of the family, Zarah, my sister is girly and dreams of dressage. Me, I prefer racing and playing tag with my brother, Dodger. He is very fast. I live with my adoptive family, a nice mare, Lila (Who is a beautiful friesian) and her 2 colts, ShowTime and Hersey. Hersey looks like his Mom (dam), and ShowTime looks like his Dad (sire). They are both very fun and very, very different. Hersey is small and a little shy. He is often hiding beside his mother.

ShowTime is flashy and likes to showoff his coat. They are both nice and polite, though I think it is hard to get to know Hersey unless you live with him. Maybe I should tell you about my Mom and Dad and the life before Sunshine stables, when it wasn't all Sunshine and Stables. No, it wasn't. Before this, we had a Mom. She was very pretty and looked like Zarah. I like to think she was a Very Important Horse. But I do not know. All I know is she was a quarter horse and she was my Mom and she is not alive. She was very smart and taught us what we needed to know. Then Mom was going to a very important place that I know now is called a "show". The people came with her body she was carried into a trailer and a black truck pulled the trailer away. The place we were was called Barnyard: Breed, Show, Sell. It was nice enough, but there was so many horses and so many people coming in and out, we couldn't possibly be perfectly cared for.

Our Sire, we saw 1 time and 1 time only. He was a spitting image of Dodger. He was strong and healthy so I think he is still alive. After Mom died, the tall man sold us. First he sold Zarah to a little girl and me to a breeder to be a bloodmare and Dodger to a skinny man who owned show horses. First Zarah was bought because the little girl went to college and Lisa was looking for horses for her farm. Dodger and me were traced and bought. Now here I am!

Hallo! My name is Doder. I have 2 sisters and love to race; My Hooves dance. Do you know what Dodger means? It means "One who dodges or evades." I dodge the other horses. I race. I fly. (Never thought a horse could fly, did you.) I pass the other horses. I don't care who or how tall or big or stinky (well, maybe a little). My heritage traces back to the fastest and strongest horses in the world. What I am trying to say is that I am born for racing. I am born for running. I feel the tingle in my feet. I smell the sent in the wind. I am ready. To run.

I am Zarah. I have a sister, named Adventurer, and a brother, named Dodger. Dodger is a little annoying and teases me about my dream of being a dressage horse. He says that is a silly dream. That is not true, is it? Sometimes I want to tell him that racing is a silly dream too. I would say "Hump. So there. " But then I say "Zarah, breathe. Would a show horse do that?" So I collect myself together. I look up the sunshine stables show horses, who are very important horses, like Fleur and Storm. Fleur is a show jumper and sassy. She is an arab. Storm is a Dressage horse with a calm and collected attitude. She is my hero. So when I say "Would a Show horse do that?" I am saying "Would Storm do that?" My greatest hope is one day I will be a show horse.

That is the end of the story of Dodger, Adventurer, and Zarah. If you like this story or schleich horses, please write in the comments. I will try to respond.

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The Judas Horse

by hundreds of horses
(USA)


Was it the twinkle in his eye, or the way the corner of his mouth twitched, I shall never know. What I do know, though, is this: I never should have trusted him.

Part One


Great Meadows. This is our home. We defend it. Protect it. From them. They who take our foals from us, they who pen the mares. They who poison our water and destroy our turf. The reason for all this, I've one word for you. Humanity. They chase after us in a giant sky bird, bigger than two horses put together. They run us into an enslaving pen, where no horse has escaped unharmed. The horses trapped in there are destroyed. Their spirit, broken, their legs weary, their freedom... Gone.

I gasped for breath, sweat damp on my chestnut coat. "You alright?" my best friend, Sky asked. I turned to gaze at her, the panic still clear in my eyes. I opened my mouth to respond, but the words stuck in my throat.

"Another dream?" Sky asked. I nodded numbly, fighting back tears. Even though we hadn't been attacked for nearly a year now, the terror was still vivid. Sky sighed. "They're gone now, Sasha."

I tried my best to believe her, but I just couldn't get myself to. She hadn't been there. I had. I'd lost my dame. The memory came flooding back.

I was a foal, galloping at my mother's side. Dust clouded in the air, kicked up by weary, terrified hooves. The smell of blood and fear clogged the air, and I bleated fearfully. "Hush, Sasha, hush," my dame soothed as we galloped. "Hurry, dear! Keep up with the herd!"

The terrible whoop whoop whoop of the giant sky bird overhead drove me on. My lungs burned, and my legs ached, but I drove on, fear coursing through my veins. I couldn't lose my mother. That was all that mattered. Confusion and terror filled my heart. "Why are we being chased?" I bleated. My dame flicked her ear towards me, so I knew she'd heard, but she didn't answer. This gave me a new wave of fear.

Above the whooping of the sky bird, Celestene, my dame's friend, let out a whinny of terror. "A pen! Avoid it!" But there was no avoiding it. Men on horseback bunched us together, letting out their awful cries, forcing us into the pen.

"Sasha! Sasha! Stay close to me!" my dame cried as we were driven into the awful corral. Hot bodies dripping with sweat bunched together. There was barely room to breathe. I gasped a lungful of the hot, stale air, my thin legs trembling from our horrific run.

My tiny, heaving body pressed against the cruel bars holding us in. Splinters from the wood pricked y hide. "Sasha," my mother rasped. I gazed fearfully into her soft, sad eyes. "Sasha, you must crawl under the lowest bar," my dame persisted. I gasped in horror. Tears streamed down my face.

"I won't leave you!" I cried. My dame nudged my gently but firmly with her nose.

"Sasha," my dame's voice was soft but strong, and it frightened me. Her crystal blue eyes pricked into mine. "Go." Suddenly, the voices of the men pierced the air. A giant, resounding pop rang out, and in the midst of the crowd, a liver chestnut mare dropped to the ground. Now I understood. The men were out to kill us. "Sasha! Go! Now!" My dame cried, shoving me under the bar. I glanced back at her, whimpering.

I shivered as the memory went on.

Tears blinding me, I galloped off alone, as more pops pierced the air, and the stench of death wafted in the breeze.

That was it. I opened my eyes. I had been the only horse to make it out alive. All others were killed. Sky was staring warily at me. "Sasha," she whispered. "You're mother... She..." I shook my head to clear it.

"Let's go for a gallop," I said, hastily changing the subject. "A nice gallop will do me good."

Sky wrinkled her nose. "Sorry, Sasha. I'm meeting up with Destin, Remember?" I rolled my eyes. Destin was Sky's stallion friend. Not that I didn't like Destin, though. He was a nice seal bay stallion with lively green eyes, and a considerate attitude, but he just seemed to take too much time with my best friend from me. He was constantly sweeping off with her.

Sky nudged me. "You should get yourself a stallion."

I groaned. Not again. Sky was constantly trying to pair me up with someone. I just wasn't interested, though.

"Why go around, leaning on some stallion when you could be galloping?" I persisted. "Your tail lashing out behind you, your mane rippling in the breeze..." Sky snorted.

"You don't just go around leaning on them. You groom with them, graze with them..."

"Etcetera, etcetera. Yeah, I get it." I wrinkled my nose in disgust. "I just don't see how you could go around with a stallion like that. It's disgusting! Don't you ever want, I don't know, a little personal space?"

Sky chuckled. "One day you'll understand. Just wait. One day, you'll be swept off your hooves by some casanova... Who'll be laughing then?"

I sighed. "Good luck with that." Sky giggled.

"Whatever. I'll see you later, Sasha." I sighed and nodded.

"Yeah, bye." And with that, I took off. The wind gust at my face, and my legs propelled me forward faster and faster. I pinned my ears in determination to go all the faster, when suddenly, I heard more hoofbeats from behind. I smirked. Sky must have changed her mind after all. I skidded to a halt and whipped around to face her.

All the color drained from my face. It wasn't Sky, it was a bachelor stallion, and he was coming right at me!

Part Two


I let out a cry as the stallion slammed into me, and we both went tumbling across the ground. As soon as we drew to a halt, I scrambled to my hooves and hastily galloped off.

"Wait!" I slowly stopped and glanced backward. My breath caught in my throat. It was a glossy blood bay stallion with a thin stripe running down his nose. I stared at him.

He grinned sheepishly at me. "Sorry about that." I opened my mouth, but closed it again, not knowing what to say. Fear gripped me. This stallion had to be a bachelor, and bachelors stole mares from their herds to start a herd of their own. I gulped. I liked my herd, and my home, and to be taken away would mean less protection. Less protection from humans. The bigger the herd, the more secure.

I took a step backward, away from him, and the stallion grimaced. "I really am sorry... I-I was just wondering if you knew where a herd is?" I just couldn't get myself to speak. Something about this stallion was mesmerizing, and I couldn't tell what. I seemed to just open and close my mouth. Open. Shut. Open. Shut. Like a stupid guppy.

"Listen, my name's Liam... And... I know what this looks like, but..." Liam sighed. I pricked my ears. I did know what it looked like. It looked like a bachelor trying to trick me so he could steal some of my herd's mares. "It's my herd," Liam continued. "It... It was taken." My heart dropped like a stone and pity swelled in my heart.

"You... You lost your herd?" I whispered. Liam nodded.

"I-I just want some protection..."

I nodded. I understood completely. All fear I'd had of Liam dissipated.

Suddenly, hoofbeats rang out, and Liam and I gazed backwards to see Sky, galloping like mad towards us, tears streaking down her face.

"Oh, Sasha!" she sobbed, burying her face in my mane.

"Sky, what is it? What's wrong?"

"Sasha, it-it's Destin. They-they got him!"

Part Three


I gaped at Sky. "What happened?" All the while, Liam stared at us, a puzzled expression written on his face.

"We went out alone," Sky whimpered. "And m-men on horses came, and they r-roped him... There was a l-loud sound and-and... He was dead!" she wailed.

Immediately I knew what had happened. Destin had been shot. I felt tears pool in my own eyes. Destin was gone. It seemed crazy that I'd never see him again. I'd never hear Sky gush on and on about how kind he is. I'd never see the twinkle in his eyes, not ever again. Suddenly, a realization hit me like lighting.

"Then the humans must be close to the herd!" I cried, my voice raising in a pitch. "We have to warn them!" I turned to Liam. "Follow us!" Liam nodded gravely at me, and with that, he, Sky and I set off, racing towards the herd. My heart in my throat, I charged towards the grazing lands. We ripped up chunks of the familiar grass as we galloped with fierce desperation. The herd was in danger of being discovered and round up.

The herd loomed ahead, and I could pick out a few horses in the large crowd. I charged toward them, Liam and Sky at my hooves. "Men!" I cried with all the air left in my gasping lungs. "There are men coming!"

The horses' eyes rounded with fear and rimmed white as the realization struck them. The strong scent of fear heavily bathed the air. That's when our lead stallion took charge.

"Follow Gold Dust!" he shouted. Our lead mare set off at a gallop and the rest of us took off after her. In all the commotion, no horse seemed to know that Liam was there with us. My legs already tiring from the race here, they were positively burning as we charged away from our home. I felt a gnawing at my heart. We were leaving our home.
Where were we to go after this, even if we did manage to avoid the swooping ropes that were to come? I felt myself begin to slow, and drop behind the herd. I panted and pushed myself on with all my strength left, but I couldn't manage to escape the butt of the stampede.

Then, from in front, Liam dropped back and galloped steadily beside me. He cast me a wary grin, but it made me feel heaps better. I blushed and glanced away, focusing on my rhythm.

Then, the herd slowed to an even canter, to a trot, to a drag-hoof walk. Our sides heaving, our coats drenched in sweat, we all slowed to a halt.

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Warlock

by hoofbeats
(Australia)


These are some poems that I have written about Warlock, a sweet white Arabian at my stable.

The horse of my heart
He's the sweetest thing you'd ever meet,
Handsome from his head to his feet
And four years we've been through
The horse of my heart, it shall be you!

Your snow white coat is as soft as sheep's fleece
Your black pretty eyes become alive like baking yeast
Your soft hoof beats leave prints in the dust
And my love for you shall never rust.

Thank you
Thank you for being such an awesome friend.
Thank you for being there when I needed you most.
Thank you for giving me courage when I didn't have it.
Thank you for showing me what we really could do.
Thank you for making me smile
Thank you for staying by my side.
And thank you for showing me to never give up.
All the carrots in the world can never repay what you have done for me.

Here is a poem about a horse called Dusty who sadly passed away Three years ago.

Dusty
In memory of Dusty,
My love never went rusty
You live in my heart forever
With Warlock together.

You were swifter than a dove
But now are above
In God's green pastures
Young and free, you'll be.

Your long black mane
Your sleek bay coat
Your deep brown eyes
N' you race across the skies.

I still miss every part
It was so hard to laugh
But you left hoof prints in my heart,
And with that I'll never part.

Your not the only one I've lost
My path they've crossed
I miss them all
But I'll never forget you all.

I still remember your trust for me
Your pretty face, let it be,
Your showy bay coat
I still remember, as I spoke

I remember when you galloped across the field
Your long mane rippling
Your tail, the flag of freedom
I remember, I remember.

I remember our last ride
We never knew
Knew it was so close
We didn't have a clue

We were as close as glue
A lovely horse you were, true!
Now you race across a sky so blue
Bit I still miss you

Sometimes I see your happy face
You move with such grace
In my thoughts you gallop past
Here on earth you were just as fast

Dusty, you are dearly missed
You are on my 'great horses list'
This poem could go on forever
But I must put it together

Now I really know that:
Good friends are hard to find,
Harder to leave
And impossible to forget.

Dear Dusty you are one of those friends
You won't ever be forgotten
And I'll say one more good bye.

R.I.P. Dusty!

It was hard for me to take,
You going away,
Those three years ago...

Winning Spirit
The other riders we mayn't outdo,
But don't worry there's next time to
In dressage our best we'll do
And show jumping we'll do too.

Then its win or lose
Ribbon or not,
Our best we did
That's all we can do.

At the end of the day
Your effort I cannot repay
I whisper: thank you.
Cause a busy day went through
And I did my best with you,
So thank you.

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Average

by Diamond


Part One

Pippa Miller was an average girl. She didn't have hair gold like the sun, nor was her hair ebony like the night. Just plain brown. The plainest, brownest, hair you could have.

Her sisters were all unique. Different in their own way. Sophie was the fashionable one, always up to the latest trends. Hanna was the studious one, getting full marks in all her subjects. Becky was the athlete, always being praised on her soccer skills.

Not that Pippa was jealous at her sisters, she loved them and hoped they were successful. She just wanted to find her place, too.

One Saturday, Pippa was lounging on her bed eating chips when she heard her mother knock on her door. "Come in," she said. Her mother came in, smiling widely and said,"Come on Pippa, it's time for art class." Oh, art class, she told her mom a few days ago that she needed a hobby, to find her spot. So they decided on art class.

When Pippa got in the car, she found Becky there too. "Soccer practice. You?" asked Becky.

"Art class." answered Pippa.

"Well, I didn't know you were interested in art."remarked Becky.

"Yeah, neither did I." Pippa answered absent-mindedly.

When they reached the location of the art class, Pippa cautiously entered the building. She found the teacher, Mrs.Carter, seeing the name on the chalkboard, who said,"Welcome, you must be new, what's your name?"

"Pippa."

Alright, Pippa, find a seat, today we are painting horses."

Horses, thought Pippa, ok, I can do that. She had certainly sketched out horses once or twice. As she began to paint, she thought about horses, now that she thought about it, she really liked horses. She even remembered that she had once found that her name meant 'lover of horses' (Yes, that was why I chose the name Pippa).

Maybe she could ride horses. After considering this option, she decided that, yes, she would like to ride horses, and later in life become a professional horse jumper.

By the end of art class, Pippa had painted a reasonably nice horse.When she got into the car, with Becky in it, the blurted out, "Maybe I can ride horses."

Mother thought about this, and finally said "Yes, you may enter a riding school. But first I'm guessing we have to withdraw you from art class?"

"Alright," agreed Pippa.

And so, Ladies and no gentleman, is how Pippa decided to ride horses.

Part Two

On the day the lesson came, Pippa couldn't even stay still with her excitement. In the car, she drummed her fingers in impatience.

At last, they arrived at the arena. First they met a woman with her hair in a long braid. This must be the instructor, Pippa thought.

"Welcome," the instructor said, smiling widely. "You must be Pippa, I hope you have a nice time here. I'm Candace."

"Hello," Pippa said.

"Would you like to meet the horse you are riding?" she asked.

"Yes."

Candace led Pippa to a light dapple grey horse. "This is Quicksilver," she said.

Pippa, having done quite some reading beforehand, petted him gently on his nose.

Quicksilver nudged her back gently.

Candace handed Pippa a carrot.

"Hold your hand out flat and give it to him" she instructed.

Pippa did, and Quicksilver ate the carrot.

Candace led Pippa to the rest of the class.

"Everyone, meet Pippa," she announced.

The class muttered their hello's and one girl with long wavy blonde hair in expensive looking clothing rolled her eyes. A blonde next to her with equally expensive clothes gave her a disapproving look.

"Be nice," the blonde said.

Miss Rolly Eyes rolled her eyes again.

The nice blonde went up to Pippa and said, "Hi, I'm Leah. Pay no attention too my twin, Lana."
Pippa smiled. Hopefully, this was the beginning of a new friendship.

During most of this lesson, Pippa spent most of her time on the ground. She learned how to tack up, and mount. Then she learned about horse safety. Finally, she got to ride the horse as her instructor led the horse. She had to make a very conscious effort to sit straight and keep her heels down.

At the end of the lesson, Pippa went as fast as she could without running to her mother's car. She explained everything that happened in excruciating detail.

She hoped her next lesson would be as good as her first.

A/N: so I'm changing my name here from Sapphire to Diamond, so if you see Sapphire, keep in mind that it's me, Diamond. Sorry this part is so short.

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Reese and Beau


Part One

BRING! BRING!

Reese Cole jerked awake to the sound of her alarm clock. With a groan, she rolled over and switched it off. She lay in bed for a moment until she realized why she was getting up early.

Riding!

Reese sat up quickly grinning. She hopped out of bed and glanced around her room. She quickly made her bed and grabbed her horse magazine before hurrying downstairs for breakfast.

"Morning!" Reese called to her Mom who sat at the table drinking coffee.

"Good morning dear," her mother, Jill, responded smiling.

Reese excitedly snatched a granola bar and some orange juice and sat at the table to eat while reading her current issue of Horse Illustrated.

After she was finished, she put her cup in the sink and headed back up to her room to get ready for riding. She grabbed her breeches and shirt from the closet and headed into the bathroom.

After she got dressed, she threw her hair into a low ponytail and pulled on her boots. She grabbed her helmet and riding gloves and rushed to the car.

"Bye mom! See you later!" Reese said as she hopped out of the car and headed inside the barn.

She set her things on the wash rack and looked at the white board on the tack room door. She just wanted to make sure she was riding Beau, her favorite horse and close teammate.

Right beside her name was written exactly what she wanted. "Beau." Grinning, she grabbed his halter and headed outside to catch him.

He was a dark bay gelding and was an all-around lesson horse. He was good with beginners but he was also a challenge for more experienced riders like herself.

"Hey, Beau!" She called to the grazing Anglo-Arab gelding. He lifted his head perking his ears and nickered a greeting.

"I missed you!" She said planting a kiss on his nose. She hadn't been to the barn in over a month. Happily, she haltered him and began leading him up to the barn whilst speaking to him quietly.

Once she entered the barn, she clipped the cross-ties to his halter and headed to the wash rack to grab his grooming kit.

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Dun

by Sally
(Washington)


So this is a Color Poem that I wrote about the color dun and well since Dun horses are so beautiful (Not that every horse are) I decided to incorporate horses into it. Hope you guys like it!

Dun
Cloudy rainy days casting shadows on the meadow,
Dun is the color of the sun peeking through the dark clouds
As horses Neigh in the afternoon light
The swish of dried grass from the summer sun

Dun horses roam fields of sun
Their golden coats shadowed with grey
Dark manes swish like shadows through the grass
The clip clop of their hooves as they take me through fields of Dun

Fresh hay fills the cool crisp spring day air
Rainy day air equaling the spring air,
Silky soft like a horse’s coat,
Yet rough like a horses dark mane

Long grass swishing against my legs
As I walk through a field of sun
The taste of spring’s cool crisp morning air after rain

Out in the country like my second home
Where the horses roam
For that is what the color Dun
Means to me

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Cloudy

by Cloudy's girl


Your coat is the color of the whitest snow
Your mane the color of the tail of a doe
Your eyes the color of chocolate fondue
Your coat warmer than a warm winter stew

Your heart is brighter than shimmering gold
It beats bolder than the boldest of the bold
Your eyes shimmering like the bright moonlight
Your legs dancing like a twirling kite

Your stride smoother than clouds in the sky
Your hooves touch the ground as if you're floating on by
Your limber like a strong gymnast
You're lighter than a cool morning mist

You're more special than true loves first kiss
You're more refreshing than an ocean's spraying mist
Your mane's longer than a mother's shopping list
You're more special than all the rest

To my horse, Cloudy... You're more special than true love's first kiss!

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11 Signs You're a Horse Girl

by Heartbeat for horses


1. The second you enter the bookstore or library, you head right for the horse books. Your hands begin to fill with The Saddle Club, Thoroughbred, Sandy Lane Stables, Black Beauty, Phantom Stallion, etc.

2. Every report or writing assignment you have for school is about horses. Somehow, you always figure a way to bring in horses. Even in math, you pick counting strides or measuring feeds.

3. In all normal conversations, you find a way to bring up the subject of horses. What on earth does cooking dinner have to do with dressage?

4. When you open up your mailbox and spot a horse magazine, you shriek in joy and race into the house to read it.

5. When someone walks into your room, they think you worship horses. Who's to blame them for thinking that when they see the following: horse posters, Breyer models, books, pillows, signs, ribbons and rosettes?

6. When someone asks you your name, you say the name of your horses, favorite lesson horse, or favorite famous horse. Oh, your name is American Pharaoh?

7. When you draw a GOOD picture of a miniature horse and your parents think its a thoroughbred? First of all, a miniature horse doesn't exceed 34 inches. I have never ever seen a 17 hand tall miniature horse!

8. Whenever you are at the barn, you feel like you're in heaven. Mucking stalls, cleaning tack, sweeping out the barn, hay in your hair, muddy boots, helmet hair... could life get any better?

9. Whenever your parents suggest watching a movie, you instantly yell Black Beauty, Secretariat, Flicka, The man from snowy river!

10. Your wardrobe consists of the following: breeches, polos, nasty t-shirts with carrot stains, jeans with grass stains, horse shirts, horse jackets, riding boots, western boots, even possibly a cowboy hat.

11. You spend your time on the computer watching horse videos, looking at pictures, playing horse games and looking at websites such as Girls Horse Club and of course HORSE CRAZY GIRLS! (My favorite websites!)

A New Perspective

I've never been one of those "pretty girls" who have their little group and only accept the ones who cake their face in makeup and have had boyfriends since they were 10. You could definitely call me a country girl.

When I was around 10, I started getting to that age where you don't feel like you fit in and you start to change yourself. I started stressing over what to wear and how to fix my hair and wear lip gloss and such.

On the outside, I pretended that was who I was but on the inside I didn't like it. It got to the point where I didn't like hanging out with other girls, and at the time, I only had one true friend who is just like me.

A couple months after I turned 11 is when I met Peppy. He gave me a whole new perspective on the world and I stopped stressing 24/7 about fitting in. It taught me how much he means to me and it taught me the love of a horse is far more rewarding than looking pretty.

I started to just be myself and guess what happened? Other girls started to be my friends. I found friends at the barn who were just like me and loved horses just as much as I did.

So remember, always be yourself and let your horse teach you to be you. :)

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At the End of the Hoofprints

by Warhorse
(Texas)


Here is a short story I wrote. I hope you guys like it!

I followed the hoof print ,making sure to stay downwind. Once I hear a whinny in the distance I know I'm close , quite close. I mount my horse and quietly go towards the sound. I stopped on a hill overlooking the herd of mustangs. Excitement rushed through me as I watched the herd peacefully grazing below.

After a few minutes, I see a bay horse nervously approaching the herd. As it get closer I can tell it's a stallion. "This must be his herd," I think. Then one one of the mares lets out an alarmed squeal when she catches sight of the stallion. The cry is answered by another horse out of sight.

I hear pounding hooves coming from behind a hill and another stallion appears, this one white colored. Seeing the white stallion come like that, the realization dawns on me, the bay is trying to steal mares from the white stallion. The resident stallion gallop towards the herd. He was breathtakingly beautiful.

As he ran, his mane flowed in the wind and his tail streamed out behind. His neck stretched forwards, ears slicked bar and nostrils flaring as he ran to save his herd. His legs a blur, quickly covering the ground between him and the intruder. Suddenly he came to a swift stop near the bay and reared up, warning the bay off. The bay stood his ground in challenge to the white. The white let out a scream of fury and charged the offending stallion. The bay shied away. Again the white charged and this time the bay met his attack. The fight had begun. It was hard to tell who was winning amidst the flying hooves , teeth, and squeals. I could only hold my breath and watch. After what seemed like ages, the white horse struck a blow to the bay that sent him to his knees. The white added a kick to the downed bay. The bay recovered his senses, and got up. He shied away from a bite from the white, turned, and retreated. The white stallion reared triumphantly.

I turned my horse back down the trail I came from, marveling at what I'd just had the privilege of seeing. I knew I would not soon forget it.

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Our True Journey

by Annie and Keeper


This is the true story of my favorite lesson horse, my best friend, my soulmate ,my partner.

Part One

I just arrived at the barn for my weekly riding lesson and went to check the whiteboard on the tack room door to see who I was riding, hoping I would ride Jewels, a sweet dappled grey mare I had been riding for a couple months.

I looked beside my name to see the name Keeper written down. I assumed he was new. I grabbed the grooming box with his name on it and headed down the barn aisle to find his stall.

Soon, I found a box stall at the end of the barn and peeked inside to meet my mount. A dark brown horse around 15 hands with a stripe running along his face and a white sock on his hind leg stood in stall nosing his hay. It was love at first sight for me. Most people probably would have called him ugly, I thought he was beautiful.

He stood watching me as I slowly let myself into the stall and stretched out my hand so he could smell me. There was a spark of spirit in his eyes and way of stubbornness in his attitude.

After a few minutes of getting to know him, I groomed him and tacked him up for my lesson. He was an amazing mover. His trot made me feel like I was floating and his canter... I felt like I was in heaven rocking back in fourth with the rhythm.

The next few lessons, I rode him and we got to know each other more and more every time. I started to help out on Saturdays and after my lessons on Wednesdays since I'm home-schooled.

It had been about 5 months since we met and our bond was unbreakable. He followed me around like a loyal dog. He came to me when I called his name and he even went free jumping with me--even my trainer couldn't get him to free jump. We were jumping 2'6.

We had ridden in our first show about a week before and we were going to start dressage in July which was about 1 month away.

I started to tell Keeper everything. I told him about friends, parties, family and many other things. I told him secrets I told no one else.

I had pictures of him everywhere hanging on my bedroom walls and constantly talked and dreamed about him. I dreamt of him almost every night. I had never loved anything more and I never will.

Part two coming soon!

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Horse Girls


Lately, I've heard a lot about girls owning horses and to be an equestrian you have to own a horse. The truth is 1 out of every 10 girls own horses.

I know a lot of people at my barn and only 3 of the 20 I know actually own horses but the remaining 17 love them just as much as the 3 who own them.

My point is, you don't have to own a horse to be a horse girl.

I ride every other week helping at the barn afterwards and I am enrolled in a youth horse program which we do riding clinics once a month with ranging disciplines and events along with a program called horse bowl which is basically like jeopardy but its all horses.

I don't get a lot of time with them but I still love them more than anything in the entire world. I surround myself with horses in every way.

My room is completely horse-themed, full of horse books, magazines, posters, photos and little horse trinkets and knick-knacks.

I read horse books, write stories and poems about them, draw them, watch horse videos and look at pictures and quotes.

I watch movies like Flicka and Secretariat. I daydream about them during the day and dream of them at night.

Don't let anyone tell you that you have to own a horse to be a horse girl!

Love,
Heartbeat for horses & yours truly Ima Classy Star (Peppy)

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Horse 'n' Rider Chat

by Hoofbeats
(Australia)


Welcome to Horse 'n' Rider chat!

Here is a page where horse crazy girls can share things like:

♣ Their favourite scriptures from the Bible
♣ Horse poems
♣ Give us all a hint of books that they are writing, which they will post on this horsesome website. (Note: the word 'horsesome' wasn't a spelling mistake).
♣ Horse songs
♣ Questions about horses and you are more than welcome to answer as many questions as you'd like to
♣ Anything to do with horses!! :-)

I also will post some articles to do with horsemanship and other cool things!

This page is only to have friendly chat with horsey people so please don't post any trashy or mean comments.

I can't wait to hear from you!

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My Problem Horse

by Reanna
(Grants Pass, OR, USA)


Part One

I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock going off and I realized I set it for the wrong time! I hurried out to the barn to feed Starlight.

She nickered as I fed her her morning oats. After I was done mucking out the stalls, I hurried to school.

When I got home, I changed and went out to the barn and I said hi to Starlight and asked her if she wanted to go for a ride. I tacked her up and rode to the nearest horse market.

On our way there, I could not believe my eyes! A black horse was getting pulled by a man. I counted 20 whip marks. I could plainly see this horse was abused. I asked the man if he was for sale and he said he was only 300 dollars so that night I begged my mom to let me have another horse and I could pay for it with my allowance. She finally said yes.

The next day, I hurried to the horse auction and got the black quarter horse. I took him home, bathed him and gave him water. He was lucky I saved him. "Lucky! That should be his name!"

I said good night to Lucky and Starlight. I think I will have a wonderful time riding Lucky.

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If wishes were horses

by Anushka
(Hyderabad, India)


Chapter One


Kylie Rivers brushed a lock of her curly brown hair out of her eyes and peered at the horse books.

"Kylie! Time to go!" Her Mum called. She sighed and followed her mum out of the bookstore. Kylie's mum handed her a shiny silver coin.

"Go make a wish." She waved her hand at a big fountain.

Chapter Two


Excitement fizzed through Kylie. What should she wish for? Then the answer dawned on her. A horse! She quickly made her wish and hurried back to her Mum. In the car ride home, she daydreamed about horses.

Chapter Three


In her room, Kylie drew a horse picture and then hung it up, and went downstairs for dinner. Her Mum and Dad were already eating.

When they were done, her dad said, "I have a surprise for you buckaroo. You're getting a horse and riding lessons!"

Kylie screamed, and jumped around, and hugged her Mum and Dad.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"Come on outside and see your new horse." Her dad opened up the trailer and out stepped a blanket Appaloosa.

"She's beautiful." Kylie said.

"What are you going to name her honey?"

"Princess. Her name's Princess." Kylie replied. She put on a pink halter and then they walked off into the sunset.

Chapter Four


Kylie Rivers reached up and wiped the sweat from her forehead. She smiled at her horse Princess. The two of them had just finished a riding lesson.

"Good girl," she said.

Just then she heard a car honk.

"That's mom. Gotta go!" Kylie hopped in the car and buckled her seat belt.

"Hey Kylie," her mom said. The two of them chatted about Kylie's riding lessons, her mom's promotion at work and other things.

Kylie threw herself on her bed and sighed happily. Life was good.

Until... the phone rang.

"I'll get it mom!" Kylie yelled and raced down the hall. She glanced at the caller ID: Ivyleaf Equestrian Center. That meant it was Jane, her riding instructor.

"Hello," she said. "Uh-huh... wait, you what?!"

Chapter Five


"I entered you in a riding competition, that's all." Jane said. "It's only 2 classes, a simple walk and trot class and Best Turned Out. Now, if you excuse me, I have a class to teach."

Over spaghetti, Kylie told her mom everything.

"So she didn't ask you?" Kylie's mom asked.

"Yeah."

"Just try your best." Her mom said and began to clear the dishes.

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Twister

by Heartbeat For Horses


Chapter One


I sit atop Twister's pasture fence watching her graze peacefully in the warm spring air. The rays of sun glisten across her gray back.

"Twister, ready to go for a ride?" I say as I hop off the fence and walk over to her, halter draped over my shoulder and a treat in hand.

She lifts her head and lets out a soft whinny. I give her a pat and offer her a carrot. I put the halter on her and lead her towards the barn. I clip her onto the cross ties and start to groom her.

Once I had finished grooming her, I bridled her and led her outside. I decided to just ride bareback today. I lead her over to the fence and climb on her bareback.

After giving her a pat, I ask her for a walk. I walk along the fence line for a few minutes and then I have her trot. We trot across the open pasture in the now setting sun and then I ask for a canter. She jumps into the canter tossing her head in excitement. We ride around for about 30 more minutes and then I walk her back to the barn.

I hop off, unbridle her and groom her for a little while. I love coming out here more than anything.

After I turn her out, I feed her an apple and just watch her run around for awhile.

I'm Chloe Hansen and I love horses. I ride a mare named Twister who is my mom's friends horse. I wish she was mine but I still love her more than anything.

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For the love of a lesson horse

by DJ


The first time I ever rode a horse was special. It wasn't your average bomb-proof pony who didn't scare or shy away from anything. He was more of an all-around horse. He's calm with the beginners but when a confident more experienced rider gets on his back, he is a spirited, stubborn little gelding.

I have been riding DJ, a bay quarter horse gelding for just around two years and I have never learned so much on a horse. He's been there for me every step of the way and our bond is so strong.

But instead of thinking about my lesson horse, think about a beloved lesson horse of your own. Was it your first lesson pony? A horse you met later on or just a horse you used to ride way back?

Tell me a little about a beloved lesson horse/pony in the comments!

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Maple Grove Stables

by Regan
(USA)


Chapter 1


I waltz through the stable doors. It's Thursday AKA the best day of the week! Why, you ask, because on Thursdays I have my riding lesson!

"G'day!" says Gordy the stable hand. I smile at him and he smiles back. I flounce over to the white board and look for my name - and the horse I'll be riding's name next to it. I scroll down. Then I see the name. Wren. Who's Wren? I usually ride Mystic or Barbaro.

"Who's Wren?" I ask my instructor Ms. Hannah.

"The new horse," she replies, "She's a thoroughbred, I know you love thoroughbreds, Jenna. She's in stall 7."

I run over to stall 7. There before me is the most exquisite horse I've ever seen.

Wren is a dark bay thoroughbred mare. She has a lovely thick mane and tail and a near perfect jumping composition. The white star on her forehead really brings out her gorgeous dark brown eyes. She walks over to me and that's when I realize how strong she is. The girl's pure muscle!

"Hey sweet thing," I whisper to her as I slip into her stall. I stroke her velvety muzzle. I gently brush and saddle her. Then I take her bridle and slip the cool metal snaffle into her soft mouth. I take my time adjusting her bridle before leading her out of her stall. I slip my black helmet over my auburn ringlets before tightening my girth and getting on.

I land softly onto Wren's back. She sighs and we walk around the arena.

"Hi Jenna!" calls a voice. I turn around to see, Katie.

"Hey K!" I call.

I notice that Kayla's on Ace, a black thoroughbred gelding.

"Seems like I didn't get the thoroughbred memo," says AJ as he walks his Canadian warmblood, Axel up to us.

"Less chit-chat more riding!" Says Hannah.

We take our horses out to the rail to begin the lesson. Let's just say it was the best lesson ever!

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For the love of you

by DJ


"G'morning, Star!" Abby Dickinson sang as she unlatched the stall door and slid it open. The black and white paint horse turned his head and nickered a soft greeting.

"I brought you an apple slice," Abby said as she threw her arms around his neck, breathing his sweet smell. She untangled her arms and pulled the apple slice out of her pocket and flattened her palm.

Star devoured the sweet red apple and searched her hand for more. "Sorry," Abby laughed pulling her hand away. "We have a lesson in thirty minutes," she spoke as she haltered the little gelding and pushed open the stall door.

She led him out, his hooves clopping against the wooden floor rhythmically. She led him into the cross-ties and clipped them to his forest green halter.

"I'll be right there. I need to get your grooming kit," she said and started towards the wash rack. She seized the green grooming kit and headed back over to Star's side.

Quickly, she began currying him whilst talking to him quietly. After she groomed him and cleaned his hooves, she started to the tack room.

After placing the grooming kit back where it went, she grabbed the white corona, all-purpose saddle and girth from the saddle rack.

"Let's get you tacked up," she said and began placing the corona on his soft back.

She placed the saddle on and tightened the girth. Next, she quickly bridled him with over a year of practice.

"Okay, let's go!" She said and led him from the barn.

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Short story of an adventure with Taylor (mustang) and Luke (Llama)

by Aspen
(WY, USA)

Luke and taylor

Luke and taylor

Part One


It was a beautiful day here in Popcorn Country (made up little town, me and my sis came up with). The sun was shining, the wind of course blew but after a while you get used to it living here in Wyoming all your life. Taylor and Luke watched over the land of Lavender. Water, meadows, hundreds of miles of grassy plains and wild flowers, they both sat on top of Gwen's mountain on the slick sheet of granite they laid.

Now Taylor was a rebel, he was the opposite of responsible and loved having fun, and after blowing off his ex-friend Ricky a gray Mustang who lived in the herd who roams in the surrounding area, his reputation was going down hill.

Luke was also a true to be rocker at heart and just like Taylor loved everything wild, both of them had a teetering rep in the herds. Luke didn't live with Taylor but like the day was on repeat they would meet in the exact place everyday.
“Why do we have to watch the herd?” Luke asked. “Hey I saw this neat little mud puddle down the road heading to ba sing sai” (A little bit bigger of a city bordering Popcorn country... AND if you are a fan of Avatar the last air-bender you’ll know where we got the name).

“Because,” Taylor explained, “I got a warning last night... one more slip up and I’m out of this herd.” He explained.

“Do you see anyone?” Luke looked around “Nope... not a single soul. Let's go have fun... come on.. they're not watching us.. what, are you afraid of actually being kicked out?” Luke stood up.

“Luke, really, I think we should stay and just watch the herd for a little bit longer, like I really have a bad feeling about this,” Taylor worried as he stood up slowly and shook his head.

“Did you say something mister responsible?” Luke laughed. “I actually thought I heard you caring about your herd.. but I guess not.. so come on.” Luke begged Taylor to go.

Taylor’s heart was in the right place but he was easily convinced and fallowed closely behind Luke the llama. “I wasn't being responsible, and I’m not afraid of being kicked out, but after the Ricky situation Cousin Grey, (Cousin Grey wasn't the herd leader but was the monarch and everyone adored him), is not happy with me. But who gives a care,let's go have fun!” Taylor trotted up the dusty road about a mile from Gwen’s mountain.

Luke pushed through the tall sagebrush with his strong neck and yipped and hollered in laughter, the two were having a gay-old time, not a care in the world. Taylor rolled down the steep hills of grass fresh dew from the morning frost collected on his white coat and Luke bucked around trampling the wild flowers recklessly. They were having so much they didn't realize Strify the herds in Taylor and Luke’s eyes bully was coming their way, the sun was glistening on his also white coat and you could see him a mile away, he was strong willed and very dominate cold-blooded he was.

Strify charged through the saplings and cantered on the trail, a dust cloud followed him and whipped through his tail ferociously. Taylor was too much of a roughen and continued to laugh and play, luckily Luke’s excellent eyesight spotted Strify in and out of shadows and immediately said,

“Taylor, I think we're in-trouble.” Luke said.

So that’s it for now. Some of you might like it and some of you might not. I would love to hear your opinion in the comment, if I get over 2-3 comments down below I’ll post the next part. If you have questions, please feel free to ask them. Yes, I drew the picture of Taylor and Luke it was started 4/5/2019 and finished 4/6/2019, colored pencil on original white paper. Thank you!

Part Two


"Shoot!" Taylor shouted and ducked his head. "If I get caught I'll sure to be kicked out," he hid behind sagebrush and kept his head low. Luke watched Strify's canter turn into a walk and we lowered his head to the ground checking out Taylor and Luke's footprints on the fine dirt.

"These are odd tracks," Strify said to himself and sniffed the dirt, his powerful nose told him everything. "Someone just came through here," he lifted his head placing his ears back tightly against his neck and stomped in ange. He knew right away that one of the tracks were Llama, it was a sure give away and easy to see that Luke's split toes and soft padded feet barely made a track but what was there was just enough to identify Luke. It was also pretty easy to not mistake the tracks since Luke was the only llama who hung around that territory.

"Luke!" Strify shouted with his accented German voice. He stood tall being the Hanoverian stallion he was. Luke stayed quite and low, "If you can hear me and want to see another day I would show yourself," he demanded.

Luke looked over to Taylor with his big eyes and long eyelashes and tipped his head waiting for Taylor to say -run and get out of Dodge--

"Luke, I'm only going to count to three.. and Taylor, you better follow behind him and make it easy on yourself," Strify said. "Now come on boys, I even think Tommy Joe and Poppi (two little shape shifter boys who live in the herd) listens better than you two, and their... well," Strify cleared his voice. "Anyways.... Hup, two three four, hup two," his voice echoed.

Taylor slowly lifted his head and stepped out from the sage brush. Luke did the same. Taylor didn't cower this time and instead he stood with his head held high. Strify's ears were back, his long white mane blew in the cool summer breeze. Strify pawed the ground and Taylor mocked his every move.

"Are you a hundred percent positive that's a good idea boy?" Strify snarled.

"Is it?..... Well, let's find out," Taylor reared up and went forward. Strify thought fast and turned his rear to Taylor, he was ready for any move that Taylor swung at him. Luke watched nervously and hummed in anxiety (llamas hum, in case you didn't know 😉)

"I'm not going to fight you boy... Instead I am contacting the proper authorities and having you kicked out... Did Buddy and Cody D (herd's leader, also brothers) not make them selves clear?" Strify asked Taylor and Luke.

Taylor breathed heavily and stomped. "I heard them clear as glass Strify... But why can't Buddy and Cody D supervise their own herd... Me and Luke have better things to do," he rolled his eyes absolutely annoyed.

"Really?" Strify said completely annoyed by Taylor and Luke's action. "Like what?... Oh, let's see... maybe vandalize the town.... Maybe that Green..." (Taylor's last name)...

Taylor coughed disgusted. "Are you kidding me... we done that last year and it didn't turn out very well, why in the world would you think we would do it again?" Taylor asked.

"Because you would," Strify smirked. "You two fall right back into your old ruts and do the same things over again.... believe me I was once childish too." Strify explained.

"You can't tell the future father," Taylor said sarcastically. "Why don't you punish me and make me go to my bedroom?"

He shook his head disagreeing. "That wouldn't be necessary," Strify sighed deeply. It wasn't easy to discourage Strify, I guess that's the reason why it was so hard arguing with him. It also wasn't easy to be Strify personally, he's had a bad past. And Gwen, the herd's villain once was Strify's mistress so the herd at one time had a hard time trusting him, and for the family it was very difficult to let him in their herd and let him be a part of their nation.

"Let's get back to the herd and see what the herd leaders think about you two." Strify took the first step and started to walk down the dusty trail back to the fields closer to the herd's territory.

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Broken Soul

by Violent Brushstroke
(USA)


I leaned over and kissed my best friend. My soul mate. My boyfriend.

“Good luck today.” I smiled at him.

My parents had asked Brandon to ride Shooting Flame in the race today. I couldn’t do it because I had to sprain my ankle.

“Thanks.” His beautiful blue eyes twinkled. I loved his eyes. Mine were a dull, boring brown.

“Be a good boy today, Flame.” I stroked the blood-bay’s neck.

Shooting Flame was my favorite horse in the world. I loved him. I don’t know what I would do without him. Or Brandon.

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Horses shot out of the starting gate. Immediately, number five pulled ahead.

Brandon and Flame.

A black thoroughbred pulled up next to them. They raced down the track, neck and neck.

Suddenly, Shooting Flame stumbled. Brandon catapulted over the falling horse’s neck.

I watched in pure terror, as thousand pound horse after thousand pound horse ran over Brandon.

As the last horse passed, Brandon lay still. He didn’t stir one bit.

Panic threatened to choke me.

Get up, Brandon! I tried screaming, but my mouth wouldn’t move.

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Two weeks. Two weeks without Brandon. Two weeks without Flame.

No hope. No love. Life was nothing without them.

I had fallen into a pit. A dark, depressed pit. One where no light, no love, no hope could get to, I sat alone at a lunch table. I hadn’t bothered to pack a lunch. I had lost six pounds in those two, miserable weeks.

“That Brandon guy was a loser. Riding that psycho horse and getting himself killed.” Cloe Toddson gossiped with her friends.

Brandon and I would always call her Cloe Snobson.

“And he was so short too. Ugh, I can’t stand short guys.” Cloe’s highpitched, obnoxious voice whined.

A fiery rage like I’ve never felt before, boiled up inside of me. She could insult me behind my back, or even to my face all she wanted. But no one talks bad about Brandon or Flame.

I slowly stood up, turned around, and walked to the table with the blond haired snob.

“Brandon was perfect the way he was.” I narrowed my eyes at the girl.

“Why do you care? He was just a dumb loser anyway.” Cloe flipped her hair.

“You’re the dumb loser for even thinking that!” I screamed at her.

I yanked her out of her seat by her thin hair and slapped her. Right on her ugly, makeup-covered face.

“Say something else bad about him, I DARE you.” I hissed.

“You’re crazy! Just like your dead boyfriend.” Cloe spat out.

I rammed into her, knocking her to the cafeteria floor. I pressed my knee into her stomach, making her whimper.

Suddenly, strong arms pulled me off the brat.

“Calm down, Sam.” a deep voice said.

The voice belonged to the quarterback. Her boyfriend. My twin brother.

“Let. Me. Go.” I squirmed.

“Calm down first.”

I squirmed some more. He still wasn’t letting me go. So, I elbowed him in the ribs. Hard. He groaned and let go of me, clutching his side.

I may be a mere 5’2, but I was strong. Lifting 100-plus pound hay bales will do that to a girl.

“Stay away from me, pshycho Samantha.” Cloe backed away.

I seethed. I hated Samantha and she knew it.

“Cold-hearted Cloe Snobson.” I shot back at her.

Everyone had gone quiet. I looked around me at all the faces. Some portrayed shock. A few even showed fear. But what I saw the most of, I had a deep hatred for. Pity.

I strode out of the cafeteria. I didn’t run. I wasn’t embarrassed. I just had to get away. Away from Cloe. From my twin brother, Sean. From all the pitying looks.

Away from everything.

I slammed through the school doors, into the cold. It was thirty-seven degrees and raining. Primo weather for hypothermia.

My breath clouded in front of my face. I started walking. I wasn’t sure where to, just away from those wretched people.

A little voice told me to go back. Back to the heated building, out of the rain. I didn’t even have my hoodie. I wasn’t even wearing a long-sleeved shirt. I was wearing a t-shirt, jeans, and cowboy boots.

My teeth started chattering. I kept walking. I started to shiver uncontrollably. I kept walking.

My phone buzzed. I stopped and pulled it out of my pocket. It was Sean.

Great going, Sam. Everyone’s calling you Psycho Sam, now.

I shoved my phone back in my pocket. I didn’t care. The rain had soaked through my clothes. The cold had seeped through my skin and penetrated my bones. I walked in the middle of the road. I didn’t care if a car ran me over. No one would miss me.

My phone vibrated again. I sighed. I pulled it out of my pocket, once more. It was a text from my twenty-year-old sister, Kylie.

I love you, Sammy! Idk why, but I just got the sudden urge to tell you that.

I started crying. Only Brandon called me Sammy. I hadn’t cried those entire two weeks. Maybe it had just hit me how much I needed Brandon and Flame.

I hadn’t gone near another horse since Shooting Flame had to be put down because of his broken leg. I loved Flame. I loved Brandon. He and I had planned on eloping as soon as I turned eighteen in June. That would’ve been five months from now.

Tears streamed down my face as my body shook uncontrollably. I was so cold. And tired. I just wanted to lie down. I probably had hypothermia.

A blaring horn jerked me back to reality. A car was headed straight for me. My instinct took over and I jumped off the road. I slipped and the ground came rushing up to meet me. My head connected with something hard. Warmth flooded around my head. Blood.

But, oh, how that warmth felt so good. My vision dimmed. I can finally be with Brandon and Shooting Flame, once again.

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Horse Riding

by Beau


"Horse riding isn't a sport! Why are you so obsessed with horses?"

I'm sure you've heard one of these phrases at least once from a non-horsey friend or sibling. I myself have been caught in one of those arguments.

I was talking with one of my friends on FaceTime, telling her about my lesson on my favorite horse Beau (Boo). I was excitedly telling her about riding cross-country when she said, "why are you so obsessed over horses? Its not even a sport!"

I immediately retaliated. "It is too a sport! Have you ever ridden a 1,200 animal with a mind of its own which could kill you at any second? Having to rise up in down in the saddle without hardly any help from your stirrups or even ride without them? Having to complete a whole round of jumps while counting strides, keeping perfect position in the saddle, keeping your horse at the right pace and so many more things? Having to sit to a rocking motion perfectly or sitting to a bouncy trot?"

My friend just stared at me speechless. She didn't say anything else about it and quickly changed the subject.

If riding wasn't a sport then why is it in the Olympics? Or better, why is it 7th in the top ten HARDEST sports?

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Monthly Horse Survey

by Hoofbeats
(Australia)


Hi all, I wanted to start to do a monthly survey and anyone is welcome to join.

For December


What is your favourite horse breed?

Your favourite saddlery:

Favourite horse movie:

If you have a horse, you may answer the following questions, but if you don't own a horse, you can answer the questions below about your dream horse.

Horse's breed:

Favourite activity/ride (e.g. showjumping, barrel racing):

Name and show name:

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MY ANSWERS:

What is your favourite horse breed? Arabian

Your favourite saddlery: Shire SaddleWorld

Favourite horse movie: Dreamer

If you have a horse you may answer the following questions, but if you don't own a horse, you can answer the questions below about your dream horse.

Horse's breed: Halflinger

Name and show name: Anton (doesn't have a show name yet)

Favourite treat: carrot

Favourite ride (e.g. showjumping, barrel racing): riding pleasure around the pasture

Thank you for taking part in my survey!

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The world's worst pony

by Jess


Thursday I didn’t get to ride because it was pouring with rain but I went to see Barney anyway, but thank goodness by Friday the rain had cleared off and I was able to go on and outride with Daniel and Jazz.

The outride was crazy and exhilarating, Daniel and Jazz had advised me before-hand to have Barney warmed-up before we left. We had started by trotting across the river and as soon as we got across, we galloped down the riverbank, side-by-side, the ponies were all wound up, racing each other, unsurprisingly, Moo in the lead.

We got to the forest where we went over a couple of little jumps at breakneck speed! Finally we slowed down to a trot, walk and then let them eat.
Barney pulled his head down and started at the grass, grabbing tufts so fast, as if he thought it would all be gone if he didn’t eat up!

I told the other two, I would walk back because Barney doesn’t have much stamina, as if he understood what I meant, the half the way back he was prancing around and fighting against me to trot, before getting bored and turning sluggish, where I really needed to keep my legs on just to keep him at a walk and stop him falling asleep!
This annoyed him and he gave an almighty buck, unseating me.

Jazz and Daniel had decided to stop for a bit longer to let their horses rest a bit longer but now I heard a thunder of hooves approaching from behind and, turning around in my saddle, I saw the two of them coming in at a gallop, slowing their horses to a walk, they walked on next to me and stayed with me.
We were walking across the river when Barney stopped dead, ears pricked, I checked around to see what had startled him but I couldn’t find anything!

Before I knew what was happening I saw the ground coming nearer and nearer, Barney’s knees buckling beneath him.

“GET OFF!!!!” Jazz screamed.

I didn’t need much encouragement and slid off into the murky water.
I watched Barney lie on his side, screaming for him to get up. He disobeyed me and did what I dreaded most, he rolled.
CRACK! I heard the tree in his saddle snap and him grunting in pleasure.
I was mad, a good saddle like this costs at least R20 000! I couldn’t bear thinking where I could get the money for a new saddle.

Eventually Barney got up and I led my sopping pony back to the yard.

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Second Chances

by Aria
(United States)


This story is completely fictional, but the events in it are very real to many people in real life.

Horses. What could they do? They're just animals. They're nothing special, really.

These thoughts ran through 17 year old Audrey Mason's head. Her foster parents insisted bringing her to Second Hope Ranch, where they offered therapeutic riding sessions. Audrey reluctantly agreed. "What can a horse do?" Audrey tried to think of options. Well, she could ride them. But what would that do? She could take care of them. But how would that change her past?

Audrey was an orphan. She admitted it to herself about 8 times a day, she counted. But the shaking memory of her mother leaving when she was 9 and her father dying 2 years, her wound was still open and needed healing.

What could a horse do?

"Audrey, honey, we're here." Audrey foster mother, Leah, said gently. It was clear that this woman cared deeply about this hurt young woman. She had gotten to the point where she felt God pressing her to bring Audrey to Second Hope Ranch.

Audrey read the sign. Second Hope Ranch. Where healing begins. Audrey sighed inside and got out of the car. She and Leah walked up to the office where they found a young woman, about in her 30's. She had dark brown hair and black glasses. The woman glanced up when they entered and smiled.

"Welcome to Second Hope Ranch. How can I help you two?" Audrey noticed her name tag that read, "Eve Price."

"Hello Miss Price, I'm here with my daughter, Audrey. We talked about getting her acquainted with one of the horses?" Leah responded.

"Yes! I remember you. Hello, Audrey. It's nice meeting you." Eve smiled. "I'll be heading her session, today at least. Would you please come with me, Audrey? Miss Clayton, Amanda should be here in a minute to meet with you, if you don't mind waiting." Leah assured her it was all right and gave Audrey a hug before she left.

As they were walking to the barn, Eve started up conversation. "So, Audrey, have you ever ridden a horse before?"

Audrey shrugged. "In a fair, I guess."

Eve smiled. "Well, today I'm going to introduce you to Chance. He's a rescue horse, which is why we named him that. We gave him a second chance here, just as we want to give people like you." Audrey didn't reply. The two entered the barn and were greeted by stable hands and whinnies.

"Hello, Miss Price. Who would you like?" A teen walked up and asked.

"We'll take Chance, thank you, Blake." Eve replied. Then she turned to Audrey. "Blake is a volunteer here at Second Hope Ranch. We have a lot of young people here, actually. You'll see a few around doing barn chores and such." Eve's comment made Audrey inwardly cringe. "Great, now people will see me as a pathetic girl who needs a horse for her mental health. Just superb." Audrey thought to herself.

Eve and Audrey walked out to the pasture behind Blake, who was leading Chance. Once they got in and closed the gate, Blake walked back to the barn.

"Chance is a bay Thoroughbred. He was originally bred for racing, but was sold to someone who couldn't take care of him. He came to us with an infection and was very malnourished. After lots of care, he's turned out for the good." Eve said.

Audrey looked at him gleaming coat. The horse stood at 15.5 hands high, tall and proud. Audrey did admit to herself that he was a very handsome horse, and was glad she didn't get a stubborn little pony. She stroked him face very gently as a greeting. The horse sniffed her hand and looked away. Hmph.

Eve laughed. "He does have some attitude, I will admit. But he also is very loving and will stand with you until the end. The most loyal horse I've ever met!"

Audrey stroked him some more as the two stood in silence. "He's so trusting." She commented softly. Eve smiled in agreement.

"I mean, maybe this won't be so bad." Audrey thought later as she was grooming Chance. "Horses are pretty nice. Nobody from school is here, anyway, so why should I care who sees me?"

After an hour and a half had gone by, it was time to leave. Audrey led Chance to the barn and handed the lead rope to Blake.

"Chance really likes you." Blake commented as he grabbed the lead rope.

"Really?" Audrey asked and looked as the proud horse standing next to her.

Blake nodded. "Your name is Audrey, right?" Audrey replied with a nod. "Well, looks like you're Chance's new favorite. I hope you like Second Hope Ranch; it's a great place." Blake said before leading Chance away.

"Yes. I think I like horses. If it's Chance, anyway." Audrey thought as she drove off with her mother. "I'll be back."

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Stormy Night

by Stormrider


My name is Annie Lewis and I'm 14 years old. I have brown hair and blue eyes. I've loved horses my whole life but I don't have a horse of my own. I ride at Cherry Creek Stables where I'm a working student. Anyways, enough about me. Let's get to the story...

Chapter One

"Mom? I'm going to the barn!" I yell as I grab my backpack.

"Okay, have fun!" She responds.

I race out the door and grab my bike from the garage. I hop on and pedal down the driveway and up the hill to Cherry Creek Stables. It's only a 5-minute bike ride from my house so I go almost everyday.

A couple of minutes later I pull into the long driveway. I lean my bike up against the barn and head inside. After setting my backpack in the tack room, I get started on morning chores. Everyone had been fed so I filled the water buckets and hay nets and cleaned out all of the stalls.

I glanced at my watch as I finish the last stall. It read 10:30. My lesson is at 11:00 so I head into the tack room to see who I'm riding. Assuming I'm riding Mystic, a gray quarter horse gelding Ive been riding for nearly a year, I just give the white board a quick glance. But instead of seeing his name, I see a new name beside mine.

"Who's Storm?" I say aloud. I grab a grooming kit and walk down the long barn aisle searching for him. Finally, I come to the last stall to see a bay thoroughbred gelding munching hay. He wasn't in the barn earlier so someone must have brought him in.

"Hey boy," I say sliding open the stall door. I reach into my pocket and hold out a horse cookie. He munches it happily. I instantly fell in love with his big brown eyes and the white snip on his nose. I started grooming him as he continued eating hay.

Chapter Two

"Ready to go boy?" I ask him as I finish tightening the noseband on his bridle. I lead him out of the stall and down towards the arena.

Once inside, I tightened his girth and lengthened my stirrups. The second I climbed on I knew it was going to be a fun ride. I had found out from my trainer that he was an OTTB.

I gave him a pat and asked for a walk. He immediately sprung into a fast paced walk, excitedly. I walked him a couple laps around to get used to him and then asked for the trot. I trotted around the arena and did some circles.

I was finished warming up walk trot when my trainer, Jess, came down. "How is it going?" She asked walking into the middle of the arena.

"Good." I respond slowing to a walk, waiting for instructions.

"Alright, since you've already walked and trotted, how about a canter?" Jess said.

"Sure." I reply asking him for a trot and putting him on a circle. I got him bent on the circle as Jess gave me some instructions on cantering him. Then I slid my left leg back, sat and asked for the canter.

He sprung into the gait excitedly. We cantered a few circles each way and then Jess set up a few trot poles and two cross rails.

"Alright, trot over the ground poles a couple of times and on the third time finish with the cross rail," she said indicating the 18-inch cross rails a few yards from the trot poles.

I trotted over the poles twice and then a third time. Instead of turning after the poles, I trotted him towards the cross rails. We jumped it with ease. We continued it a couple more times and added another cross rails.

After going over that, Jess raised the jumps to verticals. "Alright, trot over the poles. Ask for the canter and pop over the two verticals over here," she said.

I nodded excitedly and trotted him over the poles. Next, I asked for the canter and headed towards the verticals. We popped over them with ease.

"Very good. You two are doing really well," Jess said as she raised the last jump to about 2 feet. "Try that again. The second jump is only 6 inches taller," she said.

I trotted over the poles, asked for the canter and popped over the first jump. We cantered over the second one. I finished the jump grinning. Jess told me we were finished so I slowed him to a walk, giving him a pat. I walked him out and headed up to the barn.

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Hoofbeats


Book One: Hallie's Dream


Chapter One


Hopping out of the car Hallie Smith headed into the large barn at Stonebrook Stables. After grabbing her favorite horses grooming kit she started down to his stall.

"Hey Tazz," she said letting herself into his stall.

Tazz was a bay thoroughbred gelding standing at 16.4 hh.

"I missed you buddy." She told him as she fed him a treat. "Lets get you cleaned up."
"Ready to go?" Hallie asked Tazz as she finished tightening the noseband. She led him from the barn and towards the main arena. Once inside, she tightened her girth, pulled down her stirrups and mounted him.

"Let's get you warmed up." She said asking him for the walk. She took him a couple laps around the arena before asking him for the trot. After balking at her a couple times, he broke into a nice, steady trot. She began rising with every other beat as she rode a twenty meter circle.

"Good boy, Tazz." She told him as she rode a serpentine and trotted down the long side.

After trotting a few more minutes, she asked him for the canter. He broke into the gait smoothly, his long sweeping stride covering the ground.

"Nice warmup. Now, why don't you trot him over those two cross rails." Hallie's trainer, Lisa Conners called as she came into the arena.

"Okay." Hallie responded as she trotted towards the small cross rails. They popped over them with ease.

"Good. Now trot over them one more time then we can canter them." Lisa said.

Hallie trotted over them once more then asked Tazz for the canter. She cantered him a circle to get him at a consistent pace and lined him up to the jumps. They finished the line easily.

"Very good. Now canter over those again but add in those to verticals." Lisa said.

Hallie grinned. Finally jumping some higher stuff. She nodded and cantered him up the line.
"You did so good today!" Hallie told Tazz as she finished hosing him down. "We can go play out in the pasture for a bit." She said leading him out of the barn.

Once inside the pasture, she removed his halter.

"Follow me, buddy!" She called and jogged off a few feet. He immediately trotted after her with a loving nicker.

"I love you." She told him as she fed him his carrot. "What would I do without you in my life?"

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America

by Kat
(USA)


Chapter One

Allison Jewel Rembert, AJ, as most people called her, wiped a hand across her forehead. It’s hard to keep cool in the summers of Roseburg, Oregon.

As AJ stood grooming her horse, Dixie, she thought about her upcoming birthday. In six more days, she would be thirteen. Wow. I can’t believe I’m going to be thirteen! She thought. It sounds so mature.

AJ ran the brush over Dixie’s body one last time, then let her go in their twelve-acre pasture. AJ leaned on the wooden fence and watched Dixie trot off to meet Charlie, AJ’s mother’s horse.

As AJ turned to leave, she saw Dixie drop to the ground and start rolling in the dirt. “Oh thanks a bunch!” She said sarcastically. “You know you’re a brat, Dixie, right?” AJ sighed. She started to walk back to the two-story, weathered, white house.

As she opened the door, she breathed in the smell of fresh baked cookies. “Mmmm! Snicker-doodles!” AJ said to her grandmother.

“Your favorite!” Gram said.

“Hey! They’re my favorite too!” Ryan, AJ’s twin brother, chimed in.

As he reached for a cookie, Gram swatted his hand away. “Would you at least wait until they’ve cooled a little before you eat them all?”

”Fine,” he said, “they’re better cold anyway.” Gram smiled as he left the room.

“How’s Mom?” AJ asked. Her mom, Jenny, who loved to be with the horses, was pregnant, and lately had been having back aches.

“She’s upstairs in your room borrowing your Bible.”

“What happened to her Bible?” AJ asked. “She’s misplaced it.” Gram explained.

“You mean she lost it.”

“Yes.”

“I’m gonna go say hi.”

“Alright.” Gram turned to the calendar.

“Y’know, I, personally, like snicker-doodles better when they’re hot.” Gram turned back to see AJ snatch a cookie off the plate and run up the stairs giggling.

“Allison Jewel!” Gram yelled up the stairs. AJ walked into her room, seeing her mom sitting on her bed reading AJ’s Bible.

“Where are you reading in?” AJ took a bite of her cookie.

Mom looked up, “Hey! Listen to this ’He makes the wind His messengers, flaming fire His ministers.”

“Where’s that found?” AJ asked again.

“Psalms chapter 104 verse 4.” Mom looked at AJ’s cookie. “Hey, I thought I heard Gram say to wait.”

“I like ‘em better hot.” AJ grinned at Mom.

“Just think, when you listen to the wind, it could be a message from God.” Mom sighed with content. “Thanks for letting me borrow your Bible.”

“No problem.” AJ sat down at her desk and took out her sketch book.

“How are the horses comin’ along?” Mom asked.

“Dixie rolled right after I groomed her,” AJ made a face.

“No,” Mom laughed, “I meant the drawings.”

“I know.” AJ grinned again. “I guess they’re OK” she said, “Do you want to see them?”

“Of course!” AJ handed Mom her sketch book and she started to look through the pages.

“I really like this one,” she handed the book back to her. “You’re getting really good.”

“Thanks,” AJ said, “Too bad I can only draw horses.” She sighed. She had tried to draw other things, but they didn’t turn out very good.

“You just need more practice,” Mom said.

“That’s all.” AJ sighed, “I guess you’re right.”

“Aren’t I always?” Mom grinned.

AJ took another bite of her cookie, “Rats.”

“What’s wrong?” Mom asked.

“My snicker doodle is cold.”

Mom chuckled.

”Oh well.” AJ put the rest of the cookie in her mouth.

As Mom stood up to leave, she asked, “can I keep this,” she held up AJ’s Bible, “until I find mine?”

“Sure, go ahead.” AJ turned to her sketching.

“Thanks.” Mom said. AJ grunted as Mom left. When she was drawing the curve of a horse’s ear, some golden-brown hair fell onto her freckled face. She got a hair tie and put her waist length hair into a ponytail, then went back to her horse.

As AJ was putting the finishing touches on her drawing, her dad came in. “Hey,” he said.

“Hey, what’s up?” AJ looked up at him. “Mom just wanted me to give this back to you.” He handed AJ her Bible.

“Oh, thanks.” She stood and walked over and put it on her bookshelf.

“Where was it?”

“She remembered she left it in the car,” he chuckled at her forgetfulness. “That’s a good one.” he pointed to her drawing.

“Thanks,” it was of a mare nuzzling her foal. “The foal’s hooves aren’t quite right.”

“You just need to study them.”

“And how am I going to do that?” She asked. “You’re always saying that we won’t be breeding any time soon.”

“Maybe you’ll just have to visit someone else’s foal.” He said.

“Maybe.” she sighed.

When he turned to leave, AJ thought she saw him smiling. As she sat wondering what that was all about, she heard Ryan come bounding up the stairs.

“Yes, Ryan?” She said to him when he came to the door. “Gram wanted me to ask if you want any more cookies.” AJ looked at his wild brown hair and brown eyes.

“So, do you?” He raised his eyebrows.

“Of course I do!” AJ followed him downstairs. When they got to the kitchen Dad was on his way out the door. AJ and Ryan looked at each other then at Mom, who was sitting at the table.

“The Grayors called, their dog is having her puppies.” She explained.

“Awesome!” AJ and Ryan both exclaimed. Ben, their dad, was a veterinarian, and he often got called to work. AJ looked out the window and saw him pull away in the truck with the horse trailer on it.

“Why is he taking the trailer?” she asked. AJ noticed that Mom glanced at Gram before she said, “He’s in a hurry, and I guess it’s still hitched.”

“Oh.” She took a cookie off the plate and started munching on it.

“So, what do you two want to do for your birthday?” Gram asked Ryan and AJ.

“Eat cake.” Ryan grinned.

“Of course you do,” AJ shook her head. “I actually want an ice cream cake.”

“I’m cool with that.” Ryan nodded.

“But what do you want to do?” Mom asked.

“How ‘bout a trail ride?” AJ suggested.

“Nah, too hot for that.” Ryan shook his head. “We should go play laser tag!” He said.

“No way.” AJ said.

“We could invite the Carsons to come swimming.” Gram said.

“Sure! They haven‘t come over in a while.” AJ said.

“Awesome!” Ryan agreed.

The Carsons was a family of seven, the oldest son, Thomas, at nineteen, was in Bible college. Heather, at seventeen, was wanting to go to college to be an art teacher. Nikki, AJ’s best friend, at fourteen, was just thirteen months older. Mark, Ryan’s best friend, at thirteen, was just two months older. Ruby, AJ’s other best friend, was eleven months younger.

“So, a pool party with the Carsons it is!” Mom said.

“Y’know, a puppy would be a pretty cool birthday present.” Ryan hinted.

“Maybe,” Mom said, “We’ll think about it.”

“Really?!” Ryan asked. “You're not kidding?”

“I said we’ll think about it.” Mom cautioned.“But even if you did get a puppy, you would be the one who would have to train it and take care of it.” Gram said.

“That’s ok.” He shrugged.

“Have you groomed Cookie yet?” AJ asked Ryan. Ryan’s horse, Cookies ‘n cream, also known as Cookie, was a white appaloosa with black spots.

“No, not yet.” he answered. “I’ll come and help.” She followed him out the door.

As they were walking AJ said, “Y’know that ’we’ll think about it’ usually means of course, right?”

“Duh, of course I do.” He said. He disappeared into the barn, then came out carrying a halter and a bucket of brushes. When they reached the gate, he whistled and Cookie came running. Ryan slid through the rails of the fence.

As he slipped on the halter, he said to Cookie, “Man, you’re dusty!” He patted Cookie’s neck and a cloud of dust came off. AJ opened the gate for Ryan so he could lead Cookie to the hitching post. After she closed the gate, AJ grabbed the bucket and walked over to Ryan and Cookie. AJ took a rubber currycomb and handed it to Ryan.

“If I did get a puppy, would you help me train him?” Ryan asked.

“Sure,” AJ took out a brush for herself. “But only if he’s ours.”

“Never mind, then.” Ryan teased.

After ten minutes of brushing, they finally got all the dust out. AJ walked back to the pasture to open the gate while Ryan untied Cookie and led him into the pasture.

“I hope he doesn’t roll like Dixie did.” AJ said to Ryan as he took off Cookie‘s halter.

“Yeah,” he said as he saw a dirty Dixie, grazing out in the pasture. “It took forever to get all the dust off of Cookie.” Ryan said as he watched Cookie trot off to meet Dixie. Ryan came out and closed the gate, then walked to the barn to put away the brushes and the halter.

When they stepped into the kitchen, Gram and Mom were sipping glasses of strawberry lemonade.

“Which flavors of ice cream do you guys want?” Mom asked.

AJ grinned slyly. “Black licorice and cotton candy.”

“EW! Gross!” Ryan gagged.

AJ laughed, “I’m just kidding!” She smiled.

“How about I pick one, you pick one?” Ryan nodded.

“Mine’s cookies ’n cream.”

“Oh, har har,” AJ shook her head. “Well, we need some chocolate, so I pick chocolate peanut butter.”

Mom and Gram nodded. “Great! The cookies ’n cream and the chocolate peanut butter balance each other.” Mom said.

“Now, since that’s settled, I’m going to go swimming.” AJ said.

“I’ll come too!” Ryan said. AJ and Ryan raced upstairs.

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Island Treasure

by Sisco's Gal
(Canada)


Chapter One

On a little island just off the coast of Nova Scotia, a girl with black hair flying in the sea breeze sat perched high on the top of a cliff. Three years ago, the 13-year old, Dakota Townsend, had moved to Nova Scotia from Alberta. She had inherited the island from her parents, who both died when she was 7.

The first day, she had ridden her horse up a trail to a place on the edge of the cliff. At first it had made her giddy to look down but now she was quite used to it.

Another thing was different from her first ride up here--the first time she came, she rode a horse. But now her horse was sold.

Dakota lived with her Aunt, and the instant she arrived--with her horse, her Aunt insisted upon it being sold. The horse had been a gorgeous dapple grey Arabian called Pebbles, a gelding. But now he was gone. Just thinking about him now made her cry.

No time to cry now. Soon it would be time to take her kayak back to the mainland. Thank goodness her Aunt had even let her come to the island in the first place.

The island, christened Seagull Island for its many seagulls, had a sandy beach, an old farmstead which was pretty much gone by now, and a path winding steeply upward through trees from the old farm house.

At the top, there was a little clearing and then a sheer drop to the other sandy, rocky side of the island. On the side with the farm, Dakota's bright green kayak, christened Seagull's Cry would be lying on the beach.

Before she left, Dakota had to have one more good look at her island. She pulled her binoculars from her backpack and put them to her eyes. She swept Seagull Island with them, taking in all the quiet beauty. Then she gasped. There, swimming from a nearby island to her own, was a horse. She leaned forward, taking care not to topple off the cliff's edge, her binoculars glued to her eyes.

Dakota watched as he pulled himself out of the water onto the beach. Whatever was he doing out here on her island?

She focused the binoculars on him. He was dapple grey, of what breed she could not be too sure. He could have been her horse, the one she sold three years ago.

Dakota glanced at her watch. It was past time to go. She took one last, long look at the horse. "I'll catch you, buddy," she whispered. "Or at least figure out who you are."

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A Mustang's Story


PartOne

Hello, I’m Blue, a wild, spotted Appaloosa mustang, and I live in the wild, wherever our lead mare takes us. A place of freedom.

I wasn’t always wild, you know. So here is the story of my capture, escape, and once again free to live with my family, my herd.

I heard it like it happened yesterday, I still do sometimes. The smell of men in the wind. The horrible sounds of the human predators as they whirled their ropes over their heads. There was nowhere to flee!

My little foal Nasha crying loudly from a distance, calling me back, Allis, the lead mare, was keeping her from me. Myself, being dragged away to who knows where, my own cries echoing through the hills as if from someone else.

I jerked from the men, trying to escape, then one of the men spoke, "Mother, mother! Are you awake!?"

I shook myself awake, "Oh, it’s you Specks you sure gave me a scare!" Specks is my second foal, from after the capture, but now she has a foal of her own.

"Mamma, were you dreaming? You whinnied so loud!"

I shook my mane, "No, no you go back to sleep, I’m fine." She gave me a funny look then fell back asleep. Then I started thinking. I had lied, I did dream, about a long time ago, when I lived with a herd, out in the wilderness. I had a foal, named Nasha, and then the men came and took me far away. But that was 3 years ago. Nasha must be about 4 years old now, I thought.

Now, I was stuck in this tiny pen, on a dude ranch, broken cruelly, and either forced to walk slowly in a line of bad tempered horses, with a man on my back, or pulling a useless plow back and forth.

I didn’t want that for Curly, Specks first foal. I wanted all of us to be free. I knew my herd was out there, it had to be. I often stood facing west, calling home.

Part Two

The next day was the same as the day before, and the day before that and the week before that.

In the morning, we got this weird sweet food that men call grain, for breakfast. Then work at whatever they made me and Specks do. Then we were taken back to the pen for more grain in the evening. End of day.

"Mamma! Are you listening to me?"

"Yes, I’m sorry, what were you saying?" I said turning from the fence and nuzzled her apologetically.

"t’s ok mamma, listen I’ve been thinking, you have been acting super weird and I think I know why. So I have come up with an idea. I want to escape with you, I want to leave and Curly needs to live in freedom."

"But isn’t Curly to young? It’s a long journey from what I remember." I said, looking at the petite Curly, who was chasing a butterfly.

"Mom, she’ll be fine! I really think we need to get out of this tiny fence." She snorted, staring at my now skinny self to prove her point.

I looked down, and then looked over at Curly then back at Specks a bit worriedly. Curly nickered at me, bobbing her head, with her ears forward.

"Let me think about it, tomorrow I’ll tell you."

Specks did a little buck and trotted over to the corner with Curly. It took everything to keep me from snorting indignantly at her smugness. Then I drifted off to sleep.

"Please, Please, PLEASE!?" This time I did snort. It was so early in the morning!

"Oh all right, all RIGHT!" You two are ganging up on me so I might as well.

"WHOOPEE!!" They squealed, galloping round and round the pen until I had to join. Then a man yelled at us to stop.

Weeks and weeks passed and nothing happened. I was getting stressed. But then finally something did happen. It was a day after long hard work, when at dusk suddenly...

Part Three

Out of nowhere, Indians came galloping from the woods, whooping and shouting on their painted war ponies. There was gunfire, the most terrifying sound, like thunder, and a fire was started.

Men and horses were running everywhere, and we were forgotten in the chaos. I could smell fear in the air, and the very strong scent of smoke. Then a horse was slammed into the fence, splintering it to pieces.

I realized our escape, and trumpeted for Specks and Curly to follow me. We galloped through the mess, scared for our lives. A bullet even grazed my shoulder, but I didn’t feel it. I kicked my heels and we were gone, through the main gate, which was usually so carefully guarded. This was probably my favorite part. But...

Specks and Curly’s instincts weren’t that sharp from an easy life. Sometimes it was hard to find water and Curly often complained. When other times, we had plenty of water and Curly frolicked ahead. A week later we came upon a forest.

Forests are great for water and good places to hide, but there are also cougars, and good places for THEM to hide.

"Specks, I want you to keep a sharp eye on Curly, forests are dangerous places for horses who don’t know them."

"Okay and mamma? I really want to meet Nasha."

"Yeah, I want you to too."

Later we reached a river which wasn’t unusual, so we crossed it. But halfway across, Specks screamed. Curly had lost her footing and was being washed downstream, toward me.

"Help me!" Curly cried. I lunged forward bracing myself, then crash! Curly had been swept into me. I had caught her! I helped her the rest of the way across.

"Thank you, that was scary, I love you so much!" Curly said now curled up between Specks and I later that night.

"Curly," I replied turning to her, "horses in a herd look after each other. They work together, and protect each other. Remember that."

She looked at me with those sweet eyes, "I will."

Trotting over hills, through valleys, and near the end of the woods, we had a bad scare. We were trotting along, when out of the blue, I smelled cougar above me.

"Specks! Curly! Get away from the tree, run!!"

Curly reacted first, bolting away. But too late, a cougar leaped out of the tree, and onto Speck's back! She screamed. The cougar had clawed gashes into her beautiful coat.

Bucking, and squealing, I realized I had to help her. I reared, biting the howling cougar. He finally realized he was no match for us, and slunk away. Specks stood shaking, while Curly and I stood beside her.

We left the woods to the plains, and encountered other hardships, such as stony ground and other things I don’t want to say.

Finally, I smelled horses in the wind! I led them through the hills, confused because I couldn’t see any horses. When I looked behind me, Curly wasn’t there!

"Curly! Where are you?"

"In here! Come and see!" The voice came small, seeming to come from in the hill behind us. I trotted over, to find Curly standing at the mouth of a cave. Of course! The mustangs’ secret hideout! We trotted through the cave, and the other side seemed like paradise. There was a waterfall, pouring into a pool, and the best grass I’d ever seen. Since we were all tired, we fell asleep.

Part Four

Suddenly, I leaped up and stared into the face of our herd stallion, Lightning. Specks and Curly scrambled up behind me. I looked around, and saw Allis, the lead mare, with a foal about Curly’s age. And behind them, stood most gracefully, was Nasha!

"Blue, is that you?" He said, sniffing me all over, cringing at the faint smell of men.

"Yes, it’s me, I’m back, and this is Specks, my foal, and her foal, Curly."

He turned to the herd and then they all came up to us. The two foals started playing with each other, and Allis, Specks and I talked about the herd. Then I moved over to Nasha, who stood frozen in place.

"Nasha, do you remember me?" I asked nuzzling her.

"Oh mamma! I do! Allis has been so kind to me, but I remember you!"

"Oh Nasha! Just look at you!" I stepped back to admire her, and she lowered her head shyly. "Oh Nasha, we can be together again! I’m so happy!"

When I introduced Nasha to Specks, my heart was so full I thought it would burst. I was so happy to be free again. So now I live free with my herd, and always will be.

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Teaching my horse to barrel race! Need pointers!

by Becca
(Floodwood MN)


Hello! I'm teaching my horse to barrel race and would love some pointers! I think she is doing well but has some head tossing and stuff. So I really want to teach her so advice would be great!!!


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My beautiful Thalia

by Mary Ashley
(Virginia )


This is a true story about a tan and white pinto Chincoteague pony. Her forelock is black. Then, her mane goes black, white, and black. All the way down to her withers. Her tail started white, then turns black. As soon as I saw her, I knew we had to be together even if I owned her or not.

Her name is Thalia (pronounced: Talea), she was abused for six years. She was captured on Pony Penning Day on Assateague. Which is an island that's famous for the ponies. Pony Penning Day is where men from close by Chincoteague go out on horseback and round up horses. Then she was sold and abused for six years. When she was finally sold, she was a killer. People couldn't even open her stall door without her rearing and bucking and trying to kill them. They had to bring treats for her just to lead her out to the pasture!

My teacher worked for two years with Thalia. Then I came. Thalia was still dangerous. And she still is today. I've seen her bite, kick, and try to buck. But she has never tried to harm me once. I lead her on a halter, I walk and trot on her. She's REALLY fast! Her show name is Dust to Diamonds. I think it suites her perfectly.

Thalia doesn't really like to stop. So, we practiced. And practiced. And practiced. And when my first show was in sight, me and Thalia were doing the walk and halt class. I was worried. But we got fourth place out of thirty eight others!

Then my teacher ran over to me and some others. She seemed stressed and worried. "Who is good at handling Thalia?" She asked in a hurry. I was the only one to raise my hand. "Good. Your doing Model In Hand," My teacher said, relieved. She quickly explained what it was. She said it was almost like Showmanship. But shorter.

I remembered the first time me and Thalia tried to practice Showmanship. It didn't go very well. She wouldn't stop walking until my teacher came over. I watched the first person go and memorized the coarse quickly. I quickly put Thalia's halter on. Then we stepped into the ring after the first person had finished. SO many other people were doing Model In Hand. But no one else was doing it with Thalia. I took a deep breath and started the course.

I jogged and she trotted. I stopped and Thalia stopped as quickly as me. I turned around and did other things. Then the judge examined us. I stood still like I was supposed to do. Then, I blinked and found Thalia nuzzling my shoulder. Me and Thalia happily walked out of the arena. I was so glad we did well. Then, I found myself holding a second place ribbon! I jogged over to Thalia and hugged her.

For my second show, it was WAY harder than my first show. I rode Thalia again. It wasn't really a show, because you didn't get ribbons or trophies. We were just showing for all of my teachers students. She has a LOT! And me and Thalia's routine was complicated and hard. And there were two other people showing with us.

Thalia and me and the other people with us did REALLY good! Then it was Christmas break and i had to say goodbye to Thalia for two weeks. I miss her. But I know I'll see her soon!

Hope you enjoyed my true story!

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The Hoofbeat Quests Chat

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Does anyone love the Hoofbeat Quests series like I do? I just want to start a horse crazy chat about one of my favorite horse topics, the Hoofbeat Quests.

If you like the preview, have read the book, or have any questions on the series, this is the place for you!

If you have anything you would like to point out about the series, or anything you dislike about the series, go right ahead and comment below where other horse-obsessed readers will debate and answer any of your questions or comments.

Remember, be kind and polite in debates. Not everyone will have the same opinions. :)

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Gus, My first Horse... and hero

by Paitin
(Omak, Idaho, USA)


Ever since I was a little girl, I've always wanted a horse and I knew everything about them when I was 6. Like I knew that horses hold their breath when they jump.

Anyways... when I was 10, I asked my Grandpa, "Hey, can we go to Omak sometime?" My Grandpa told me we would go the coming summer.

So summer came along and we drove to Omak, Idaho. It was so fun, my Grandpa didn't tell me that he had a friend who owned 5 horses though so we drove over to this ranch and I said, "Hey grandpa why are we here?" And he told me that his friend, Bink, had some horses that I could ride.

So, Bink gave me reins and asked if I knew how to put them on and I said I did. He told me to put them on Gus. I did so and hopped on him (I rode bareback).

Bink told me to try and walk around the corral. I did so and after a few hours he left the gate open thinking he closed it and went to go get a cup of coffee.

Well, now he knows never leave the gate open when you have a horse crazy girl riding a horse. Haha. Well, I walked towards the gate with Gus and he pushed it open. We trotted out and behind the house to Bink's acres of property.

Gus went into full gallop. We ran across the Green Hills all day. Well, it was about 7:00 pm and I started to get tired and I jumped down from his soft back and let him eat. I rested on a mossy log and whittled away at some wood and then drifted to sleep.

I woke up at 5:00 am and looked around. I heard Gus neighing, I stood up and spun around to see a cougar and Gus fighting. The cougar saw me and tried to get me, I thought I was dead.

Gus jumped in front of me and took the bite to his neck. I screamed and picked up a rock and threw it at the cougar. He ran off. I threw my self onto Gus and cried.

Bink found me late in the afternoon and carried me back to his house. I woke up a tad bit later and herd my Grandpa say, "I got to go shoot Gus, I cant let him suffer."

I walked down the stairs and made my grandpa jump slightly by saying, "It's okay Grandpa... You can shoot us."

He walked out of the house and all I herd was a gun shot. I yelled "GUS!"

Bink came over. "It's okay. Here, let's go make some coco." I nodded and followed him downstairs. He gave me some coca and I fell asleep.

I woke up the next morning and Bink said, "Come on we've got a surprise for ya." I ran downstairs and ran outside.

I smiled and ran to Gus. I stroked his mane and cried with tears of joy. I looked at my Grandpa and said "I thought you shot him." He told me that he shot the cougar.

I turned back to Gus and heard Bink say, "You love this horse so much... you can have him."

I told him that I could never afford to keep him and he told me that he would keep Gus at his ranch and pay for him if I took care of him when I come each summer. I nodded.

When I ride Gus I feel... free.

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Facing the Past

by Katie
(USA)


Part 1


I tossed my bike on the ground, alongside many others. It was time for my weekly riding lesson, and I wanted to get a few minutes with Draco before I had to tack up. "Hercules, Charger, Town Crier, Lucky, Eagle Eye, Coyote... Draco!" I scanned stall name plates, finally ending on one belonging to a small Welsh Cob.

"Can I help you?" A red headed girl peeked out from behind the stall door.

"Who are you?" I asked, incredulously.

"Staci." The girl continued running her brush down Draco's furry back.

"Kaleb." I nodded in greeting, not moving.

"Excuse me? I believe you have my horse's bridle," Staci stuck out her hand.

"Um...this is Draco's bridle. Draco's Kandi's horse. Not yours." I closed my hand around the headstall.

"I'm Kandi's daughter. That's my bridle." Staci glared at me.

"Kandi doesn't have a daughter," I returned, sure of myself.

"Where have you been the past few months? Don't you know Kandi got... married? To a man with a child... me."

"Oh." I handed Staci Draco's bridle.

"Thank you," Staci said sarcastically. "Don't look at me that way. Trust me, I'd give anything for things not to be this way."

Me too, I added in my head, thinking of my dad.

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Forsaken

by Josh


Note: This story is true and the only thing I've changed is my last name for privacy. I'm a guy, but I hope I'm still welcome here. Awkward... ;)

Chapter One


Horses.

I couldn't stand them. I hated anything that had to do with them.

It wasn't total dislike for them, or disgust toward them because that's how fifteen-year-old boys should apparently be...

No.

I hate to admit this.

It was fear.

There, I've said it. When I was fifteen, fear was out of the question. Nobody thought I was scared of anything. Everyone thought Josh Evans was a tough guy. All the guys, even some big eleventh graders, admired my hockey and football skills. The younger guys were terrified of me. And all the girls crushed on me.

And then to be scared of horses?

I bet you're all like, what do I even have to do with horses?

A lot, actually.

I grew up loving horses. When I say loving, I really mean it. Like, I totally adored them. I got my first horse, a three-year-old midnight-black Arabian named Forsaken, when I was eight.
Forsaken, because that's exactly what he had been before he was mine.

My mom ran her own little horse rescue, and I loved helping her with it. By the time I was seven I could lunge a horse on my own already. I never knew my dad. I had been born when my mom was only seventeen and she'd had to run away from home, soooo...

When I was eight, I found Forsaken tied up in an ancient stable half a mile from my place. An unknown person had left a typed message on our doorstep about a horse at this old stable that needed help, so when I found that note after school one day I rushed right over. The horse was bruised and cut and sick, terribly neglected. With the help of my mom I nursed it back to health again.

Then one day I lost them. My life fell apart.

Chapter Two


I remember that day as clearly as if it had happened yesterday, or half an hour ago, instead of the actual seven years.

It had been a humid day. It was late July. Storm clouds were ominously brewing on the western horizon, and Mom said that we should put Forsaken in the barn.

She waited until too late. It started storming before she went out. Lightning tore the sky and thunder like I'd never heard before rent the heavens.

Mom told me to stay inside.

I loved Forsaken! I couldn't leave him alone. The second Mom went outside I yanked on my jacket and went out the back door, determined to help.

The scene, like a video stuck in replay, flashes through my head as I write. Like it's done so many thousands of times. Millions.

Mom was standing in the barn, trying to calm Forsaken.

"Mom!" I can hear my scream over the roaring of the thunder, rain, and then hail. "Mom! Let me help!"

Mom looks toward me. "Go back to the house, honey!" she yells.

I shake my head and step forward.

Determined.

Now everthing flips to slo-mo.

I hear a rending crash, see light and dark as one, see Mom lunge toward me and feel her push my body out of the way, out of the barn, hear nothing but roaring, crashing as the barn falls down around us. Hit by lightning.

Mom saw it coming. She pushed me out of the way.
They found me lying where the barn door had been. I had blocked the exit. Mom was found just inside the door. She could have escaped the heavy falling timber that killed her if I had not been there not block the way.

I hate you, Josh, I told myself over and over again.

Oh, the guilt.

I killed my own mom. If I had stayed in the house, I wouldn't have been in the way. That split second made all the difference. I lost my best friends that day, my mom and my horse. You could say I lost myself, too.

I killed my mom.

Killed her with my disobedience.

Comment if you want to find out how I lost and regained my love for horses... and how I rebuilt my life.

Thanks so much for reading! Stay tuned for more chapters!

Chapter Three


After Mom died, nothing in life really mattered anymore. I went to live with my grandparents in the city and didn't care much if I lived or died. I wouldn't even try to avoid accidents.

I started playing hockey, football, and skateboarding. When faced with oncoming danger or the possibility of an injury, human nature has it to act accordingly and save ourselves. Get out of the way. I wasn't like that after I left the farm. Because of that, I got hurt a lot in extreme skateboarding and other things.

For example, when I was thirteen, I was in a pro skate park that my grandma had taken me to. It was quite full that day, and I guess I was being way too reckless. I hate telling this story. But I need to get it all out.

There was this little guy at the park. About half my size. And that guy was insane at skateboarding! He must have been only about eight or maybe nine... I don't know exactly. I was a little jealous of him because he was so good.

Like hey, I was thinking, when I was that age how good was I? I couldn't even stay up on flat concrete!

That's when it hit me: what I had been good at when I was that age.

Horses.

I had a gift with horses.

At that thought my mouth went dry. I felt a familiar flood of mixed emotions and flashbacks to the accident.

Another thought hit me: if I hadn't loved horses my mom would still be alive. If I'd never gotten Forsaken my mom would still be alive. I no longer shouldered the guilt alone. Of all the awful things to have done, I transferred some of the blame to horses.

And right there in that big skate park, all traces of my old equine passion left me.

What happened next is almost too awful to say. I had one option left: death would save me from all this awful confusion.

I didn't truly want to die. I've never been a that guy even in all I've been through. I don't know how many of the people who are reading this believe in a heaven and a hell, but I was conscious of the awful life I was living and didn't want to take any chances with hell.

So what was I doing cruising top speed at the park's biggest, most dangerous jump? I was going much too fast. There was no way I'd come out of that jump unhurt.

I did get hurt, and pretty bad. I had a major concussion, two broken ribs, a broken left arm, fractured leg, and four broken fingers, and a ton of scrapes and bruises.

That was nothing compared to what I heard when I woke up at the hospital three days later.

Apparently, I had landed right on the little guy, the one that was such a good skateboarder. He had a lot more injuries than me, and I couldn't name half of them. I remember that he had a broken neck, though. The paramedics who came to the scene figured he wouldn't pull through the night, but the tough guy did; and that's not all: he also made a full recovery faster than me.

Which is great.

But still, I felt awful. I was trying to hurt myself, and I ended up hurting not only myself, but also everyone else involved. Not just the little kid, but my grandparents and the kid's family too. It's never easy hearing your child just had an accident. Never easy seeing them hurt. Helping them recover. Paying hospital bills. And on and on.

It was just another burden to shoulder. Another weight to bog me down. I'll confess there were times when I cried. Who wouldn't? I remember nights deprived of sleep because of the guilt and crying. Deep down I knew not everything was my fault. But I just couldn't seem to convince myself. I would literally scream at the wall in my pain and anguish. Oh God, was it awful. Why me?
I was desperate. I needed something.

Hockey tore me away from reality in the winter; football in the summer. I threw my heart into it and quit caring about my grades as soon as I hit high school. Teachers didn't like me, unsurprisingly.

But it wasn't enough just to play sports. I needed to heal through something else. A friend. Talking. Crying. Letting it all out.

But I couldn't cry like I could when I was 13, no way. My friends were rough football players. On the outside, I was too tough to let out the pain ripping me apart inside.

I tried to forget how much Forsaken had helped me when I was little. I blotted those memories out to the point where I didn't want to think about Mom anymore.

Then my big chance came.

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Taking Chances

by Wild n' Free


Chapter One

A wave of anticipation hits me as I enter the jumper ring."Entering the ring now is Julianna Wilson on her 8 year old warmblood gelding,Taking Chances" the announcer says. The crowd cheers as I ask Chance for the canter.

"We've got this buddy" I say as we canter towards the first jump,a blue oxer. We finish the last stride and he jumps it without hesitation. Excitement fills me as we leap over the double combination and canter towards the next jump. We finish the jumps cleanly and come towards the final jumps,a tricky triple combination.

"Come on Chance we can do it," I whisper putting my trust in my mount. We pop over the first jump like it's a cross rail and canter strongly towards the middle jump. We jump it cleanly and come towards the last jump in the combination.

With a mighty leap Chance clears it cantering away from the jump,his head held high."Good boy!" I say giving him a huge pat as I slow him to a walk."A beautiful round for Julianna and her horse Taking Chances!" the announcing says and the crowd cheers.

I let out my reins and throw my arms around Chance. We were well on the way to the Olympic eventing team,and I give all the credit to my best friend.

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The Diary of a Horse Crazy Girl

by AHorseLovingGirl
(U.S.)


What would you find in a horse crazy girl's diary? I'm Emily, and this is my horse crazy diary.

June 1st

Dear diary (I feel awkward writing that but whatever),

I just got this diary a week ago, for my birthday. So I decided to give it a try! I feel a bit weird writing "dear diary" in the beginning, because it's kinda weird to be talking to a piece of paper, but mom said that I'll get used to it (who knows when that is!). But here is a little bit about myself.

I am 14 (since last week) and I live in Kentucky. I ride at a stable here, that is called, "The Pine's Stable". I love horses. I mean, I LOVE HORSES! Sorry, I'm writing with a pen so I can't erase my mistakes (which that was a HUGE mistake!).

I have a little sister (better than a brother) and she is only 3. I really hope that she grows to be horse crazy, as that would be amazing.

Horses are my life. I don't have many horse crazy friends so I'm a bit lonely in the horse world. Horses are my best friend! I ride a horse named Dreamer. She is a chestnut Arabian. I love her soooo much!! We are best friends! We just had a riding lesson together yesterday, and my riding instructor says we make a great team! That's all for today.

See ya,
Emily

June 3rd

Dear diary (I still feel awkward saying that),

I didn't feel like writing yesterday so here I am today. But I can always talk about horses. Nothing much going on, that's why I'm pretty bored right now. The only reason why I am writing right now is because I'm bored. But anyway, tomorrow I'm going to a sleepover at my friend Amber's house. She rides at my stable, so that's what I know her from. We are good friends, I would say. Well, better get packing.

Later,
Emily

June 6th

Dear diary (eh...still awkward),

I just got back last night from the sleepover and it was so fun! We stayed up until 1 o'clock in the morning! We watched a movie and had popcorn! It was a horse movie, and we played (I know...I'm 14. But I can still "play") with her model horses!! She has A. LOT. I wish I had so many! I do have a lot, but she has A LOT compared to me. We played games, talked about horses, did some girl talk, and so much more! I am going to my next lesson today, and I'll tell you about it once I get back. Got to go.

See ya,
Emily

June 7th

Dear diary (whatever),

The lesson went great yesterday!! I learned to canter, and did some balancing tricks. Amber did great too! It was really fun!! I guess writing in a diary isn't too bad... as long as I write about horses that is!

My room has horse posters all over it, and I like (I mean love) to draw horses, so my walls have a lot of drawings of horses on them. I'm glad that this diary has a picture of a horse on the cover! I really like it. My aunt got it for me. I am glad she did too! She could have gotten me something for drawing, or another book, but she got me a diary! I'm actually kinda liking this! Got to go eat breakfast.

Later,
Emily

June 8th

Dear diary (I'm used to it),

I don't feel awkward anymore writing "dear diary"!! I guess it's more normal now. But anyway, I want to start show jumping on Dreamer! I asked mom and she said that it would be okay. I don't think that is actually what she thinks though! It looks fun to me! Mom probably thinks it's to dangerous... and I don't even want to know what Dad would say about it! Amber already has decided that she is going to do show jumping on her horse, and I think that I could do it too! I will keep writing in this diary for sure! But for now, that's all!

Love,
Emily <3

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Biscuit

by Caroline
(USA)


When I was younger I took riding lessons. One day, at my lesson, it started raining very hard. The horse I was riding was younger and not very experienced. The horse spooked and bucked me off. I was terrified and didn't want to get back on but my mom made me. I just walked for a few minutes. I never rode again. Then one day, about 2 years later, my mom found a horse camp at another barn. I wanted to go so badly because the truth was I had missed horse riding more than anything. When I went to the camp I realized I was still scared. They put me on the slowest oldest horse at the barn. Biscuit. I was so scared I cried and didn't even want to ride. But he just stood there and didn't even flinch. After a while, I calmed down and was able to walk him around on my own. I immediately fell in love with him. after camp my mom took pictures and we left. A few months later, another camp was planned. I went back but when I got there I was crushed. Biscuit had died of old age just a few days after the first camp I went to. I was so upset. I rode a younger horse named Louie. I fell in love with him too. My horse story went on for years, but that's another story. A story for later. Now, 5 years later, I am leasing a horse and jumping her. I think my story proves just how far you can go as long as you believe you can.

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Falcon

by Sisco's Gal
(Canada)


Chapter One

The night was still, and so quiet that Anne could hear it. She felt restless and couldn't get to sleep. Her alarm clock told her it was three minutes to midnight. Anne gave up trying to sleep and threw her covers off. The night was hot. She walked to the window, opened it, and leaned out. Below her lay the ranch where she worked as a stable hand.

She hesitated a moment, then went to her closet and got her clothes. She dressed and pulled on her jacket, then opened her door carefully and peeked out.

Everyone was asleep. Good. She walked noiselessly down the hall. Something bad was going to happen. She could feel it.

At the door, Anne paused to make sure that nobody had heard her. Then she unlocked the door and headed across the yard to the huge barn.

The ranch boarded horses, so the thirteen-year-old kept her horse here and worked as a stable hand to pay for it. Being a stable hand was a lot of fun.

Anne slid the bolt for the door out and went out. Someone was moving around in the tack shed. She froze then unfroze when Destiny, the ranch owner's daughter, walked out.

"What are you doing out here?" Anne asked.

Destiny laughed. "I could say the same for you," she said. "I'm just out here to see a horse Daddy bought at the auction. His name is Falcon."

"Wow." Anne stared at the huge, powerful black stallion standing in his stall. There was fear in his eyes. Destiny approached him carefully. He struck out at her.

Anne could hear Destiny breathing deeply. The 19-year-old lost her temper easily, although she definitely had a way with horses. That was a gift only certain people could understand, and Anne was one of them, so she was patient with Destiny.

Suddenly, Destiny turned on her. There was a look in her eyes that frightened Anne to her very bones.

"We have to get outta here, Anne!" She cried. "Take a horse!"

Anne reeled and looked back. Flames were filling the barn! She glanced around. Three horses were in their stalls. The rest were outside.

Three horses. Destiny's horse, Anne's horse, and the big powerful Falcon. One look told Anne that getting her horse out would be impossible.

Destiny was already almost out with her horse, Firefly. Without another thought, she let herself into Falcon's stall. He whinnied and reared, terrified. Anne grabbed his halter. He dragged her back into the stall.

The flames were nearing them. Suddenly, just in front of them, the roof caved in. I'm glad you pulled me back into your stall, Falcon, she thought.

Now there was only one escape route. Only one way out, and it was covered with burning chunks of wood from the caved-in roof.

In desperation, she leaped onto Falcon's back. "Go boy!" She sobbed, nudging him with her heels and clinging to his mane.

"Keep your head, girl. You’re doing good." She thought as he leaped forward.

Then they were through. Anne glanced back just in time to see the part of roof over Falcon's stable fall down. They had done it!

"Good boy!" Anne told Falcon as she slid off his back.

Chapter Two

Anne stared in absolute horror. The truck and trailer that had arrived with Falcon was driving up.

Anne listened with dread as the crunch of gravel ended. A tall woman in a white coat and black leggings stepped out. A grim look was on her face.

A red haired girl dressed exactly like her mother, (Anne supposed it was her mother), and the same grim look followed.

Anne only stared, then went after them.

The kitchen door opened and the pair went in. Anne saw them sit down at the table before the door shut again. She listened at the door.
The conversation began.

"Allysa," it was the woman. "Do you think you can handle this horse?"

Then to the ranch owner's wife, "I suppose you heard that Falcon's owners wanted to sell him. I bought him for Allysa."

"Allysa, do you really want him?" The woman asked.

Allysa remained silent.

Anne felt herself begin to panic.

Chapter Three

"Yes," said Allysa at last. "I want him."

Anne heard her digging in her wallet. There was silence, except for the rustle of cash. Then, "Thank you."

Anne ran from the door. She yanked on her coat and ran out the door. Tears streamed down her cheek as she leaned against Falcon's neck.

"You're going, Falcon!" she sobbed.

As if in answer, Falcon nuzzled the toe of her boot.

Love.

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Only One Jump

by Cowgirl
(Keyser, Ontario)


Part One


Fear and sadness twisted my stomach into several knots. As the announcer called our name I became even more nervous, we had never jumped this high, but our coach said we would be fine, that we would make it over. Mom said if I didn't do this competition I'd lose Autumn Delight. She is an amazing horse, but we haven't worked up to this level yet. As I trotted her into the arena, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. It was time to win. I knew once I took the first jump, only one, I would help Autumn sore over every jump in the arena. As we soared over the first four jumps, I smiled with glee, if we made it this far, we would make it through the rest. It was to late, when I realized that my cockiness would be our undoing. I tried to pull her to a stop knowing, that she would hit the real brick wall with so much force it would certainly do so much damage to the both of us.

As we hit the wall the impact threw me from Autumn's back and sent me crashing to the ground. As I looked up all I saw was a blur. That is all I saw before I fell into unconsciousness.

When I awoke, I was told I'd lost Autumn Delight forever.

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Cryptic the Short and Sad Tale of A Young Mare

Cryptic a slim, weak grey mare was hidden by the crowds of horses. Every color of horse you could think of black, white, chestnut, bay, liver chestnut and many more. There were people coming in and out of the stalls and pastures but not one looked at her. They all looked at the pure black stallions or pretty white mares.

Then finally, one girl stopped in front of her. The girl cried out a shout of joy and yelled to her mother."This one I want this horse!" Cryptic whinnied nuzzling the girl softly. They may think that she didn't but Cryptic understood every word that the girl said. The mother came around to the stall and said to the girl "We will try Alexis but we have to bid for her in the auctions later today."

Later that day at the auctions Cryptic walked onto the stage where she could look out and see everyone who stood criticing her every move. Her late owners washed her and she looked sleek and like a new quarter. Instead of booing her like he thought the crowd oohed and ahhed. She heard the first bid "700" shouted a man who looked mean and harsh from a horse's point of view.
Then she heard the bid that she had been waiting for. From the mother of Alexis she heard "2500". The auctioneer said "Going, Going....." and then herhes were shattered like a piece of thin glass. She heard a bid from the mean man again "3000" and the auctioneer said "Going, Going, Gone. Sold to the man with 3000 dollars." She was handed off to the man and her head hung low and if horses could cry she would be sobbing.

The next year Cryptic layer on the ground with her new filly. When the man had bought her who she learned was Jack he had bred her. Now twelve months later she was with her newly born filly minutes after giving birth. The life seeped out of Cryptic and she thought of he girl whom she had wanted to own her. Who now she would never know. Her eyes flickered to Jack running into her stall.

But, it was too late. Her vision was going blurry and she knew that she would never get to know her daughter. That she would never be able to live a full life. Most of all though that he would never get to know the kind girl named Alexis. As she heaved her last breath Alexis was all she thought of and she knew her life had not been fulfilled and it was a Cryptic Story for sure.

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To Save a Horse

by Regan
(Ohio)


Part One


The dawn sky is streaked with blues and pinks and purples. The grass is wet with morning dew. I walk out to the barn to feed Riot and Button. Next to me, Hallee yawns. The morning birds sing a song and trees sway to the music.

“Taylor?” Hallee asks, “Do you think that we could go on a trail ride?”

I smile, “Of course.”

When we reach the field, Button is already waiting for us. Hallee reaches out to stroke Button’s chestnut face.

“Good girl,” Hallee says to Button as she slips the halter over the horse’s ears.

“Riot!” I call. The black Morgan gelding’s ears prick and he trots towards us. Riot is my Mom’s horse, but she lets me ride him.

“Hi boy,” I whisper to him. I fasten the halter on his head, and open the gate. I lead Riot out first and Button and Hallee follow us. When both horses are out, I lock the gate.

“Come on Riot, let’s get you breakfast,” I say.

Hallee and I lead Button and Riot into the barn. I bring him into his stall. I slip off his halter and pick up his feed bucket. I walk into the feed room. I dump grain into his bucket and re-enter his stall.

Riot immediately tried to dig into his grain. I pushed him away. Once I placed the feed bucket back on it’s hook, I let Riot eat.

While he was eating, I grabbed my purple grooming kit and started to groom him. When he was done eating, he nuzzled me with his velvety muzzle. His whiskers tickled my skin, and I smiled.

“Taylor! Hallee!” calls Mom, “Breakfast is ready!”

“Coming!” we call.

Once we are out of the barn we take off running. The rising sun warms our skin. The wet grass leaves water droplets on my boots. The smell of roses and lavender perfect the April morning.

When we reach the porch, we are out of breath. My Mother shakes her head and chuckles. We follow her inside the house.

In the kitchen, a plate of blueberry muffins sits on the table. Two glasses of orange juice are poured.

“Thanks Mom,” I say.

“Thank you,” says Hallee. Mom smiles and heads out into the morning sunshine.

My Mom is a horse trainer. She trained Button for Hallee and me. A bay thoroughbred, Linus, is going back to his original owners today. My Mom picks up the horse, trains it, and takes it back when she is done.

My dad is a famous author. He has written many great books.

Hallee is my sister. She looks like Dad, and I look like Mom. I have Mom’s blonde hair and petite figure and Hallee has Dad’s sandy brown hair and freckles. We both have our Grandpa Willy’s blue eyes.

“So Hallee, I was thinking about taking Riot and Button out to that meadow in the wood. Imagine how beautiful it will be! Flowers dotting the sunshiney grass!”

Hallee grinned, “That will be so fun! Maybe we could gallop!”

“Yeah,” I reply, “As long as Riot isn’t getting frisky.”

Hallee nods.

I squeeze Riot with my legs. “Trot,” I say. Riot picks us a well controlled trot. His black mane flies like a banner in the wind. His neck is arched and his ears pricked. Button and Hallee trot beside us. Button’s flaxen tail trails out behind her glossy chestnut coat. We trot down a wooded trail. The sun and leaves dapple the forest floor. Soon we reach the meadow.

The meadow is full of spring flowers. Button and Riot graze and Hallee and I talk.

“Okay,” I say, “Riot, Canter!” Riot takes off at a smooth, fast canter. I urge forward. He gives a joyous buck, and continues to canter. I give him a small kick, and he takes off at a gallop.

“Woohoo!” I yell. The wind in my face and the beating of Riot’s hooves are all it takes to make this day perfect. Soon though, Riot slows to a trot, then a walk.

“That was so cool!” Hallee cries. “Totally!” I agree. We walk back to the barn.

“Girls! Back from the trail ride already?” asks Mom.

“Yeah,” I respond.

“Once you are done untacking Riot and Button, turn them out and come inside for lunch.”

Hallee and I nod. We take off the saddles and bridles. We clean them and hang them in the tack room. Then we lead them out to the pasture. Immediately, Riot gallops off. Button however, walks slowly out to the water trough.

When we come inside for lunch there is two plates waiting for us. Each has a ham sandwich and five celery sticks and five carrot sticks.

“Eat up girls!” calls Mom. Then the phone rings.

“Hello? This is Jen Maxwell speaking. Horses? Yes I own two. What? I’ll be right there.”

The color had drained from my mother’s face.

“Taylor! Hallee!” barks Mom, “In the car now!” We didn’t need to be told twice. We rushed into the car.

“Mom?” asks Hallee, “What happened?”

My mother's face darkened, “Do you know Silver Spurs Ranch?”

Hallee and I nod.

“Officials found fifteen mares and foals. They all had been abused. We are going to adopt a horse.”

Part Two

“We are getting another horse?” I ask.

“Yes, Taylor!” Says my mom in an annoyed tone. “If we get a mare and foal, the foal is yours.”

I can’t believe it! I might get a foal! I kept my mouth shut though. Then I remember, fifteen mares were abused. Fifteen! The thought of hurting an animal made my eyes tear up. I would never hurt an animal! I would give these horses a good home!

“Get out girls,” says Mom sternly.

Hallee and I pop out of the car. In front of us is a muddy pasture. The once blue sky was replaced with gray clouds. In the pasture is a large group of muddy, half-starved horses. Some have a spiderweb of scars over their backs and flanks.

“Hello!” Calls a man on the other side of the field. He runs toward us. “Are you here to adopt a horse?” he asks.

My mother nods.

“Follow me,” he says.

We follow him out into the pasture.

“I’m Steve,” says the guy, “Would you like a mare or mare and foal?”

“Mare and foal,” says mom.

Steve leads us over to a gray mare and bay foal.

“This is Distorted Shadow and her foal, well, her foal doesn’t have a name. Would you like them?”

“Can we get to know the horses a bit first?” Asks Mom.

Steve nods. I walk up to the gray mare.

“Hey Shadow,” I say to her. I hold out my hand. A peppermint sits in my palm. Shadow sniffs the peppermint and slurps it into her mouth. I stroke her neck. At first she jumps in fear, but then she calms down and closes her eyes.

“Mom!” I call, “This is the one!”

My mother gives me a small smile, and she and Steve help me lead the mare and foal into the trailer, that is still hooked onto the truck after Mom brought Linus back to his owners.

Mom tells Hallee and me to get into the car. We both whisper about the foal and the mare.

When we get back home, the sky has darkened.

“Come on girls!” calls Mom, “Let’s get these horses in the barn!”

Shadow is being very well-behaved, so Mom let me lead her. The foal was being less... well-behaved. Mom had a hard time bringing him to the large stall.

Shadow and her foal are in the large stall. That stall is used for mares and their foals, so it is extra large.

“Okay,” I begin, “We need to find a name for the foal.”

“Yeah,” Hallee agrees, “He’s a colt and has quite an attitude.”

We both laugh. The sky is lit for a second before a roll of thunder shakes the house. Rain strikes the ground.

“Wow,” I say, “That is quite a storm.” Hallee nods in agreement.

“How about Cowboy?” Hallee asks.

“That sounds cool! But what about Aero?” I reply.

“Oh I love Aero!” cries Hallee.

“So the colt is now, Aero?” I ask.

“Yes,” Hallee replies.

Part Three

In the morning, a mist fills the air. The sky is shrouded with clouds. Hallee and I walk out to the stable. Riot and Button peek out of their stalls.

“Hey boy!” I say as I stroke Riot's black face. I walk into the feed room and prepare his grain. Then I walk out and slip into his dimly lit stall. I give him his grain and pat his neck before exiting.

Mom has written the amount of grain for Shadow, so I can feed her. When I enter Shadow and Aero’s stall, Shadow rears up in surprise.

“Woah!” I say.

Shadow calms down when she smells the grain. I give her the grain and stroke her back. I also pat Aero. He gives me the evil eye but doesn’t kick.

“Bye!” I say softly.

When Riot and Button are done eating, we put them in the first pasture. Mom takes Shadow and Aero to the second pasture.

Afterward, Hallee and I muck out the three stalls. And after that, Mom calls us in for breakfast. We walk slowly inside.

On the kitchen table, there are two plates of scrambled eggs and sausage. Hallee and I walk back out to the second pasture to watch Shadow and Aero. Aero is galloping around the field, while his dam is grazing quietly.

In a few weeks, Aero is weaned and halter broke, and Shadow is fit enough to be ridden. I climb onto her back and kick her into a trot. Her trot is smooth and easy to sit to. Her gray mane blows in the wind. I urge her to a canter. She transitions perfectly and continues to canter. Her legs fly out striking the ground with balance and grace.

“Girl, I hope Aero is as amazing as you.”

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Heart Horse

by Heartbeat for horses


My New Heart Horse - December 2017


If you're an equestrian, you've likely heard the term heart horse. But what is a heart horse? The definition of a heart horse differs for each and every person.

My heart horse is a spirited OTTB. He loves to go fast and is headstrong. He is sweet and loves to please once you've developed a connection. He isn't the easiest ride, he isn't the most beautiful horse to everyone else but he is the most beautiful thing to me.

He makes me laugh when I don't even want to smile. He brings out the best in me, in the ring and out. He makes me happier with myself and everyone around me when I'm with him. He makes me realize my dreams are possible and if I work for them they will come true. I can tell him anything and I know he won't ever judge me.

The beautiful thing about a heart horse is they don't even have to be yours. My heart horse is ridden by at least 2 other riders a week but we still have a connection like no other. He's a lesson horse and I know he can get swept away at any point but if its truly your heart horse you wont let go without a fight.

Have you found your heart horse?

Peppy, my first heart horse


Hopefully, in at least once in every equestrian's life they come across a very special horse.

Now, this horse is always the most obedient or the most talented or beautiful, it's something quite unexplainable actually. It's the horse that brings out the best in you in the ring and out.

Not only do they teach you to be a better rider but also a better person. That horse tends to love you before you love yourself. They see something valuable in you that you just can't see.

If you're ever lucky enough to come across that horse in your life, never let go. This horse not only changes you but your view on the world. You find that you're much happier with yourself and the world around you when you are with this animal.

With them, you are everything you wished for. And when you're on their back, it's truly heaven on earth.

Now live, and never let go.

I love you Peppy. No matter what, I will never let go...

True Love

A short story about Peppy and I...

Her eyes grow excited and full of affection as the car pulls up the driveway. As she spotted some horses in a pasture to the left she took notice in three particular horses. A bay with a heart-shaped star, a tall flea-bitten grey, and a cute black and white paint horse.

Wondering which one was Peppy, the horse she was assigned to ride in the horse club clinic, she got out of the car and followed her parents into a barn.

She introduces herself to one of the riding instructors and follows her out to the pasture with a green and tan checkered halter with a matching hunter green lead rope.

"This is Peppy, the horse you are going to ride," the woman says smiling and points to the black and white paint horse.

At that moment, my world stopped. I never thought a horse would bring so much joy into my life... but he did.

I Love You

The last two years have been magical for me. I'll never forget the first time I set eyes on Peppy. He was covered in dirt grazing happily. I instantly fell in love with him.

The first year was painful for me because I only rode him four times but I loved him so much. I only started in a 4h horse club so I only got to ride once a month and only ten times that year.

Every night, I would lay in bed with a flashlight shining it on my only photo of Peppy thinking about him and imagining what it would be like if he were mine.

In 2016, I started taking lessons twice a month and riding in club events once a month. The first three lessons, I rode a buckskin paint horse named Elvis. It hurt so bad to not be able to ride my favorite horse. The fourth lesson, I racked up the courage to ask if I could ride Peppy and my trainer said yes!

After that lesson, I continued to ride Peppy lesson after lesson. We began bonding. I have ridden Peppy in almost every lesson since then.

I rode Elvis in a lesson, a young pony named Ty my trainer wanted me to try out in a lesson, but otherwise, I have ridden my boy.

2017 has been the best year ever! I have learned so much and Peppy and I have formed a very close bond. Its taken some time and a lot of hard work but Peppy now knows me inside and out. He knows all of my deepest secrets. He knows everything I have done, bad things and good. He is always there for me when I need someone. I love him more than anything.

Here is a poem of thanks to my best friend...

You know everything about me
From my worst secrets to my best
Your heart is connected to mine
I want you to know my love for you

So many memories shared between us
So many loving moments here
What did I ever do to deserve you?
I want you to know my love for you

My Heart Horse


Patches of black on a snow white background
Dark brown eyes kindness showing deep
A treasure beyond rare
He is a friend to keep

He follows me without a lead
He calms at my slightest touch
He whinnies when I come into sight
He is a light to guide my life

We understand each other in a way that is almost surreal
No words aloud but thousands spoken in silence
When I'm riding him he makes me feel so free
He is the horse for me

My heart horse holds the key to my heart
And I hold the key to his
We're were made for each other
He is my dream come true
He is my heart horse.

Thank you for being my heart horse, Peppy!

3 Years with Peppy


It's been three years since this horse walked into my life. The horse that taught me more than I could possibly imagine an animal could teach. He taught me courage, happiness, freedom and of course love. I've never felt more love for anything in my entire life.

I haven't ridden him in over 4 months but my love hasn't sunk at all. I still think about him so much. When I go to the barn, I make a point to spend time with him. I miss him so so much. I love him more than anything in this world. He is truly my heart horse. My soulmate. My best friend.

3 years ago
on this special day
You walked into my life
and stole my heart away

I remember it like yesterday
I remember it in every way
I love you more than words can say

I never knew what love meant
until you were by my side
I never knew freedom
before you

I miss you like crazy
and I love you even more
Just promise you won't forget me
And still be my best friend like before...

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Don't take any horse for granted! My journey with Penny

by Millie
(UK)


I am writing this story because I feel like I need to get everything out. I only started properly riding at a riding school when I was 7, but I've stuck with it ever since. I have ridden so many horses, each with many different personalities. But one horse always stood out for me.

When I had finished loaning Biscuit, one of the school ponies, my aunty offered us to full loan her mare Penny. She didn't have time to look after her as she already had her own horse and Penny's old loaner had outgrown her.

We went about 4 hours to view her, and she was really sweet, considering she hadn't been properly ridden in about a year. We sorted out renting a field from our friend's farm, as we didn't (and still don't) have a yard.

Penny came a few months after the viewing and we loaned out a companion for her, a 13hh chestnut gelding called Tyson.

The first few weeks were hard, as she had come without a saddle and was very fussy about them! When I first rode her at home, I couldn't even get her down the farm track to the village. She would spook and then jog back to her field. I could barely control her, as she was 15hh and I was only small.

As weeks progressed, I was able to hack her every route possible through the village and she was totally bombproof and relaxed. I had a few lessons with my instructor, and she had an amazing jump. One lesson we jumped 90cm! She was awesome at dressage as well, but I found dressage so boring!

I only fell off her once in an arena, where she bombed, but it was her first time in that arena and very windy.

The problems began when we rode in fields. We don't know why, but she always bucked and more often that not, I hit the floor. We tried everything. Different saddles, bits, lessons, checking her seasons, but it kept happening. My parents were worried for me and wanted her to go back, but I was determined.

Penny was so sweet and my best friend. What she lacked when I rode her she made up for on the ground. She was so gentle and careful.

The real turning points for everyone was first when she almost got my instructor off (who is an incredible rider and can stay on everything), and then when she got my friend off. This was because she never got anyone off except me, and she was now trying it on with others. The fact she was so big and strong didn't help either.

After almost a year of trying and little success, we decided to return her to my aunty. She whinnied as I left, but little did I know that was the last time I would ever hear her whinny.

A few weeks after she left, we had bought two of our own ponies, Lottie and Swift. I now compete Swift at 80/90cm and hope to do higher in the future. Although I had my own ponies to look after, I couldn't help thinking about Penny. There were times where I cried on my own, wishing she was back.

As it got a bit closer to my birthday, I decided I only wanted one thing; to go and see Penny. My parents asked if that was really all I wanted, but my mind was made up.

About two months before my birthday, I saw my aunty's post on instagram saying Penny had gone down with a rare case of colic. She had had an operation to untwist her intestines and had survived the first 24 hours. I cried for her, with relief but I also worry. I knew how fatal colic could be.

That evening I came back from a ride, all happy. I was late home so worried my mum might be annoyed at me, like usual, but she just smiled as I walked in. I didn't think anything of it. I asked her if she had any Penny updates from my aunty, and when I could go and see her. She just looked at me sadly and simply said, "Penny's been put down."

I remember the moment clearly. My heart stopped and I said "What?" very quietly. "She's been put down." she repeated. Then I screamed. Not loudly, just out of pain and sadness. My heart was going crazy. I didn't want to believe it. I cried the rest of the night and all the next morning as well. I missed the morning of school.

When I went in later, my friend asked why I wasn't in. I told them about Penny and burst into tears. They all comforted me but all I wanted was Penny.

I put the blame on myself. I shouldn't have given her back. I knew my aunty couldn't help it, as colic can come from out of nowhere, but I wanted to have been there to say goodbye. I never thought it would end so suddenly. It was always "can I see her when she gets better" not "if she gets better". We were so certain she was going to be ok. She was a fighter. But colic took her away.

I still cry, but at night, in bed so no one knows. I don't want to seem attention-seeking. But I just want to say, never give up on your horse or take them for granted. Penny was an incredible horse who made me a better rider and person. She was taken much too early and could've done so much more.

I will always have a place in my heart for my beautiful Penny, we formed such a strong bond that could never be broken.

I just wish I could've said one last goodbye. Fly high my gorgeous girl, rest in peace.

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HoofBeats Monty

by Heartbeat For Horses


Chapter One: The Auction


"Sam, are you ready to go?" Samantha Gordon looked behind her to see her mother, Lisa Gordon leaning against the stall door.

"Yeah, I'm coming!" Sam responded giving Star, a young bay colt one final pat. She let herself out of the stall and followed her mom to the blue four door truck.

It only took a few minutes to get to the fair grounds. She hopped out of the truck and headed to the jumble of trailers to find her best friend, Chloe Simpson.

"Hey Chloe!" She called spotting her friend standing outside the auction barn.

"Oh, hey Sam. We're about to go to the auction. Mom found a couple nice riding horses. Want to come?" She asked.

"Sure." Sam said following Chloe and her mom into the stands.

At first, the most expensive horses with the best show records and breeding were bidded on and sold. Next, Chole's mom bought two chestnut geldings and a few more were sold.

But the last horse brought into the ring was the one that caught Sam's eye. He was a shaggy and dirty bay horse that stood a little over fifteen hands high.

"Starting at 50 dollars for the gelding!" The auctioneer said into the microphone. No one bidded on him, the stands were nearly silent. Without even thinking of what she was doing she shouted, "60 dollars!" The rest of it passed in a blur.

No one else bidded. The shaggy bay was hers. She was unbelievably happy to finally have her own horse after living on a horse ranch for 13 years... but what was she going to tell her parents?

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Burning Desire

by DreamRider


Hey horse girls! I am writing a new book called Burning Desire. Here is a short summary. Enjoy!

Burning Desire


15-year old Annie Ziegler has been working with horses since before she can remember. She is a prelim event rider and has always dreamed of one day riding on the Olympic event team.

Five months before the Olympic qualifier show her horse, Jazz, goes lame. She is told he needs to be retired. While her dreams are momentarily crushed, a new horse shows up on the farm.

Chance, a chestnut event horse destined to slaughter, turns Annie's whole life upside down.

Can this horse take her to the top? Find out in Burning Desire

Chapter One


"Come on, Jazz." I said as I canter my horse towards a blue oxer.

He perked his ears as I shorten the stride and canter the last stride before the jump. We leapt over it without difficulty but as soon as he landed I knew something was wrong.

I slowed him to a walk. He began to limp slightly. I dismounted and gently lifted his right foot. He threw his head up in pain.

"It's okay Jazz, let's go get you checked out by the vet okay?" I give him a reassuring pat.

This was the last thing we needed 5 months before the qualifier show.

Sorry this is short. I've been super busy. I'll try to get another chapter up today! :)

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Breezy


Part One

"Hey Breezy!" Taylor Dillon called to the brown and white paint gelding. "I missed you!" She planted a kiss on his soft nose. "You ready for a lesson?" Breezy bobbed his head as if to say yes. "Okay, let's get you back to the barn," she laughed and began haltering him.

Once she finished, she clucked and began leading him up the small hill towards the barn. Once inside, she clipped the cross-ties on to his halter and seized his forest green grooming kit from the wash rack. She vigorously currying his muddy coat.

"Why do you roll so much?" She asked the horse. "Even though you take forever to groom, I still love you." She laughed.

After she had thoroughly cleaned his coat, hooves and combed through his hogged mane, she headed into the tack room. She lugged the brown english saddle, green saddle pad and girth from the saddle rack and headed back to Breezy.

After placing the tack onto his back, she tightened the girth. "I'll be right back with your bridle," she told him and put on her helmet.

She grabbed a carrot and the bridle. After bridling him, she looked at her watch. "Lesson starts in two minutes," she mumbled and began leading Breezy towards the arena.

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Prince Caspian


Part One

"Hey Julia!" Taylor Ashton grinned and walked into the barn office a skip in her stride. She hadn't been to the barn in a whole month. She was on vacation for 3 weeks then she had the flu for a few days.

"Oh hey, Taylor!" Julia, Taylor's riding instructor and barn manager looked up from the whiteboard with riding lessons written down.

"Do you think you could work me in for a lesson today on Prince?" Taylor asked thinking of her favorite horse in the entire world, Prince Caspian, a black hanoverian gelding with no markings and deep brown eyes.

"Actually, I'm booked all day but you can take him out for a trail ride. He isn't being used today so he could use the exercise."

Taylor grinned. "Thanks so much!"

She hurried out of the office with a parting wave and hurried down the aisle to Prince's stall.

"Hey, sweet boy!" Taylor exclaimed as the 16 hand gelding stuck his head over the stall door. "I've missed you so much!"

She kissed his muzzle and entered the stall.

Part Two

"Ready for a ride?" Taylor asked Prince as she fastened his cavesson. She pushed the stall door open and led him down the barn aisle.

Once she was outside, she tightened her girth, adjusted her stirrups and mounted up.

"Lets go!" She exclaimed and nudged him into a working walk. "I feel like I haven't ridden in months!" She thought to herself as she asked him for a trot and began rising with every other beat.

Taylor loved riding at Silver Creek Stables. It was a beautiful facility with two large barns, rows of paddocks and pastures, a large dressage arena and a jumping ring. There were lots of trails and even a cross country course. She smiled and guided Prince down a trail shaded with tall oak and a few scattered apple trees.

Her favorite place in the whole estate was Silver creek. It was a wide bubbly creek of fresh, clear water shaded by oak trees with two apple trees and a couple blueberry bushes. There was a rope swing for diving into the large creek with a grassy bank perfect for picnics.

Taylor grinned and leaned forward. "You ready to have some fun boy?" She whispered before straightening herself and pushing him into a beautiful canter. "I wish you were mine Prince," she said.

Arriving at the creek, she halted and slid off of Prince's back.

"Lets take a break," she said pulling two apples from the nearby tree. She held one out for Prince and ate the other herself.

Suddenly, her cellphone rang. It was Julia her riding instructor. She answered it.

"Hello?"

"Taylor? Bring Prince back to the barn as soon as you can please."

"What? Why? I thought you said I could take him for a trail ride!"

"I know I did. There is someone important who has just arrived."

"Okay. I'm on the way."

"Bye."

"That was weird," she thought as she mounted back up. "I wonder who could be so important that Prince needs to be there."

Part Three

As Taylor dismounted and ran up her stirrups, she noticed a woman talking to Julia. Two girls, one older and one younger, stood behind their mother.

Taylor led Prince over to the group. The second the girls saw Prince they grinned and patted his neck.

"Hey, Prince Caspian"! The younger girl cried out and instantly threw her arms around his neck.

Taylor turned a puzzled look at Julia.

"Why don't we go inside and talk about this?" She suggested looking at Taylor. She smiled but the look on her face read, please understand.

"I have to untack Prince," Taylor said as soon as they entered the barn.

"No need for that"! The older spoke this time. She sneered at Taylor and jerked the reins from her hand. "I will be taking a lesson on him."

"What? I thought he wasn't being used today!" Taylor exclaimed.

Julia looked at her strangely. "Taylor, this is the family who I bought Prince from. They are interested in buying him back."

Taylor felt as if her heart was going to stop. Not now, not here and most importantly not Prince.

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Trail Ride

by Shayna
(Roblin, Manitoba, Canada)


Here are some poems I've written. Please comment and tell me if you want more!!!

Trail Ride


I love horses, big and strong,
It's so fun to ride, a-gallopin' along
Pounding down the mountain trail,
The mist around me like a veil.

Down to the valley, I will go,
I'll gallop there, not a bit too slow.
It will be evening when I get there
Then I'll rest my tired mare.

I'll pitch my tent and sit in the glow,
Of each dying, red-hot coal.
I see the stars twinklin' high above,
I hear the coo of a mourning dove.

In the morning I'll ride away,
A trot, then a gallop, have fun all day.
When I get home I'll unsaddle my mare,
Soon some day I'll go back there.

Snowy Night Ride


The moon was a graceful shining orb in the sky,
The stars glowed colors way up high.
Millions of beams of twinkling light,
Shone down on me and my horse that night.

We walked over hard, packed drifts of snow,
That sparkled in the light of the moon and seemed to glow.
Snow began to drift from the heavens above.
That was the kind of night I love.

Northern lights lit up the northern sky,
In glimmering colors low and high.
Curtains of purple and radiant green,
Shone down with a beautiful and ever-changing sheen.

I could have stayed the whole night through,
I'm sure my horse thought that too.
Midnight crept upon us there,
As we stood in the snowy, magical air.

Song of the Wind


Gliding through the starry night
Shining coats, both dark and light
Two herds of horses, hardly in sight
Two stallions prancing, ready to fight.

The herds move on across the range
Each horses' muscles flex and change
The stars a-twinklin' bright above
Everything that horse lovers love.

A path of moonlight on the plain
The horses' galloping hooves sound like rain.
The dawn comes creepin' right along,
As the horses move on, like the wind's song.

Hoofbeats Gone With the Wind


The night was dark
Branches creaked
The howling wind
Moaned and shrieked.

Clouds were tossing
'Cross the moon
Raindrops splattered
To the wind's tune.

And in the rain
A prisoner stallion stood
Tethered to a fence
He hadn't got away but tonight he would.

He lunged out fiercely
Then back again
Till at last the rope broke
Hoofbeats gone with the wind.

The Horse


Part 1
I saw you on a windy hill
The memory is clear still.
Your mane a-flyin' in the breeze
The sight of you made me buckle at the knees.

You were so wild and so free
You really truly enchanted me.
You wouldn't bother me at all
You were so strong, you were so tall.

Part 2
I caught you and rode you
Slavery
I know I shouldn't have
You were so free.

We became partners
But something was gone
You had no spirit
You had no song.

Part 3
You were longing for home
My barn was not there
Home was the wild
With not a care.

I released you
You looked at me one last time
Then off you galloped
We both knew we did not rhyme.

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Adventures in the wild: Rusty's story

by Chloe Ann
(Texas)

Photo credit: fcovaquero via I'd Pin That

Photo credit: fcovaquero via I'd Pin That

Rain poured from the sky as owners frantically rushed their horses into the stable. On the news that morning, the weather man's forecast was stormy. The only horses that were to stay outside were Rusty, a sorrel yearling, and his mother, Wildfire, a black thoroughbred mare.

Rusty was going crazy next to his mom under a darkened sky. He galloped around the pasture a few times before attempting to jump a broken piece of fence, landing on the other side, and rushing toward the mountains, where real danger awaited.

He set out to find an old bridge he remembered crossing on his daily walks with Abigail. It felt as if he had already walked a day, but knowing he hadn't, continued to push on. He found a path, and began to follow it.

The rain began to stop, and colt turned, thinking he should go back, but realized that he had strayed off the path. He panicked and raced to where he thought home was. He ran and ran, until he couldn't run any longer. He breathed heavily, and tried to lie down. He fell asleep.

When he woke, he noticed something that resembled his name. A bridge! If he could pull himself up, he could find his way home. He couldn't run anymore, so he decided to walk. In the distance, he saw a hanging sign that read, 'Lucky Horseshoe Stable' He was home.

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The Quagga

by HORSESROCKTHISWORLD!!!
(uRAnuS)


Chapter One

My heart pounded in my chest, threatening to burst out with every slam it made. My hooves stretched out, devouring the ground underneath me. The stick and leaves under foot cracked as I galloped on, making dangerous twists and turns, trying to put off my pursuer. I spin past a prickly tree, its long spiky branches leaving a gaping wound on my shoulder. But I kept on going. My shoulder ached with the pain of galloping for so long with no rest. Blood trickled down my leg rapidly. I couldn’t go on any longer. I fell to the ground, my head slamming on a strong, thick tree. The last thing I saw before slipping out of consciousness was the hunter, sitting atop of his mighty steed, grinning a sickening smile showing off his putrid black teeth.

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Before you can understand what’s about to happen next, I need to tell you about me and my life. My name is Marley Rylance, and I am a shifter. Yep you heard me right. I can change into animals. I don’t know why I have it, I just do but I’m not complaining. Yet. I found out I had this power when I was three years old and I had just got a puppy for my birthday. I was playing in the backyard with him, rolling around on the floor, when I wished I was a dog so we could have even more fun. And then it happened. I was amazed and a little scared at first, but then Ranger invited me to play and it just felt natural, like I had been a puppy my whole life. But somehow, I knew that my parents couldn’t find out. When my Mum called me inside I sprinted to the leafy bushes and willed myself to become human again. Then I walked out of the bush and smiled at my Mum like nothing had happened. And it’s been like that ever since.

So, you might be wondering how I came to be in the bush being chased by a Hunter. Well, in school the day before we learning about extinct animals, and I chose to research the Quagga, a type of Plains Zebra that lived in South-Africa. I decided that it might be fun to try to turn into one. So, when I got home from school I ran into the bush behind my house. There I closed my eyes and pictured a Quagga running across the dusty, never ending plains of South Africa. Slowly I felt my body transforming, my feet turning hard and round, Long hairs falling against my body. I opened my eyes and marvelled at my rolling white stripes and stumped rough mane. I swivelled my head around and checked that no one was watching, then broke into a gallop, running around the bush, exploring its secrets. The days that followed were much like this. Every day after school I would turn into a Quagga and explore the bush. Until one day it all changed.

I had been in the bush when I reached the end of it. The tree’s shallowed off and I stood at the edge, peering around the branches. Before me had stood an old house, dusty and crumbling. Overgrown weeds stood in front of a battered porch with rotten wood planks. A washing line minus the line stood in the back, with an old shed beside it. But I knew that someone still lived there, because there was a paddock fenced with barbed wire that had two magnificent horses grazing in the tall overgrown grass. One was jet black and the other was a classy bay. They had both raised their heads at the sight of me and I prayed that they would not raise the alarm to their master.

Something was drawing me to the house and I knew that I had to go there. A strange force drew me to the house and I had followed my gut and walked out of the safety of the trees. As I had neared the front of the house I noticed something that I hadn’t seen before. Two dogs, Rottweilers by the looks of it, were chained to a post out the front of the house. I had taken a deep breath and sighed. Things were not going my way.

I creeped down the side of the house, hoping to sneak past the dogs, up the stairs and into the house. The dogs kept their eyes trained on the road ahead so they didn’t notice me. It was only when I put my hoof on the first step when I realised how impossible my plan was. The sound of my hoof hitting the wood echoed dangerously in the air and the dog’s necks snapped around. I bolted into the house without looking back.

Thankfully the door was left open so I didn’t need to struggle with the handle. As I entered the house it became clear that it wasn’t an ordinary house. Heads of stuffed animals hung on the wall and on the table sat a gun and bullets. It was a Hunters house. “Wraf, Wraf, Wraf” the dogs started barking. I knew this couldn’t be good. SLAM! I had spun around just in time to see the door being kicked off its hinges. Standing there in the doorway was the Hunter. He wore ragged clothes and a cigarette hung out of his mouth. He held a gun in one hand and it had been aimed at me! Not hesitating, I turned and fled, ramming the back door open with my body and galloping into the bush. And the rest you know.

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So, back on track, when I finally woke up I was on the tray of a rickety old cart. I was surprised I wasn’t shot yet so I raised my head in the air. The Hunter sat at the front of the cart, holding the cart reins attached to the bay. I looked at my shoulder. It had stopped bleeding, and the blood that had once ran down my leg had dried solid. What was I going to do? Suddenly an idea began ticking in my mind. I slowly and carefully rose to my hooves, being sure not to make the tray floor creak. My luck had run out though. The Hunter spun around just in time to see me preparing to jump. He dropped the reins and charged at me. In my frenzy, while trying to rear in terror, I dropped my guard and wished that I was a girl again. Oh no.

As I began to transform I hoped and wished that I could erase my thoughts. It didn’t work. I felt my head and fingers return to normal and then it was over. I was human now. “Arggg!” the Hunter screamed and he collapsed, clutching his heart. He’s having a heart attack! I quickly called triple zero on my phone and told them that a hunter was having a heart attack and that we were in the bush next to Tompsons Drive. But when they tried to find out more information from me I dropped the phone and ran, praying that they will find him in time.

You might be wondering why I decided to try and help a Hunter who tried to kill me. Well, I have three reasons: One: he technically wasn’t trying the kill me, he was trying to kill a Quagga that was supposed to be extinct. Two: If he was really trying to kill me, why did I wake up alive on the back of his horse and cart? And three: I would never be able to live with myself if I knew that I had the chance to save someone’s life and didn’t take it. So now that you know why I did what I did I better continue telling you what happened.

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Firefly

by Whispers Promise
(Lexington, Kentucky)


Avery Miller's world turns upside down when she and her family move to Kentucky after the loss of her father, Jack. But when Avery meets the stunning dapple gray gelding, Firefly, things start to look up. There's only one problem. Firefly is wary of humans and has a wild streak. Can she earn his trust before its to late?

Firefly


Chapter One: A New Beginning


"This is the worst thing that has ever happened to me." 14-year old Avery Miller thought as she stepped into her new home.

"Don't you just love this place?" Avery's mom, Lisa asked.

"Yeah, if we lived in the eighteen-hundreds." She responded setting her bags on the floor.

"If you have that attitude, you're never going to like it here," her Mom replied.

"Whatever. I'm going to go have a look around." Avery said and headed outside. This place is kind of nice, she thought as she walked along a fence line. Suddenly, she heard an unusual thumping sound.

"Hello?" She said looking around.

The sound suddenly stopped but no one answered. She shrugged and kept walking. A couple minutes later the sound started again but this time it was louder.

"Who's there?" She said.

Suddenly, a dappled gray gelding trotted into the road, nostrils flared. Avery stopped abruptly. The monstrous 16 hh horse towered over her, his bold brown eyes boring down on her. As she looked into the horse's face, she saw her ticket to freedom.

"If I knew how to ride, I would ride you all the way back to New York." She told him as she extended her hand. He shied at first but then relaxed upon her touch.

"Firefly! We've been looking everywhere for you!"

The horse's forelegs rose slightly, his eyes wide. Avery turned to see a girl about her age. She haltered the gelding and turned to Avery.

"Hi! I'm Chloe," the girl introduced herself.

"I'm Avery," she responded giving Firefly a pat.

"Is this you're horse?" She asked Chloe.

"No but he lives at the barn I board my horse at. Do you want to come with me and see the stable?" She asked.

"I guess, I have time," Avery responded and followed Chloe.

A couple minutes later, a large stable came into view. There were paddocks, a large barn and a pasture. The field of jumps and the sandy arena completed the picture.

"This is Meadow Lark." Chloe said as she released Firefly into the pasture. He immediately cantered off. When he slid to a stop, he rose up on his hind legs, the whites of his eyes showing.

"What's up with him?" Avery asked watching the magnificent horse.

"Firefly? He's a little wary of humans and he does have a wild streak in him too." Chloe replied. "Come on, I'll show you around the stables and introduce you to Lisa, the owner of Meadow Lark."

Chloe started towards the large barn motioning Avery to follow.

"Lisa, this is Avery. She's the one who found Firefly." Chloe told the woman who looked to be in her early thirties.

"Hello." The woman said warmly. "Firefly doesn't normally trust people he doesn't know. Good job." Lisa smiled.

"Thanks. He's a really pretty horse." Avery replied.

"That he is. Well, I'll leave Chloe to show you around," Lisa said and began to groom a tall chestnut horse on the cross ties.

"Come on Avery, I'll show you my horse, Phantom." Chloe told her.

"This is Phantom." She said watching the beautiful black horse munching hay in his stall.

"He's gorgeous." Avery said and stroked his nose.
...

"Bye! Thanks for showing me around Chloe!" Avery called with a wave as she walked down the drive towards her home. She walked into the yard and entered the house.

"Where on earth have you been?" Her Mom asked as she stepped inside.

"I was just at the stables down the road. I met this horse named Firefly and this really nice girl named Chloe. We're going into Lexington tomorrow after we're finished at the barn." Avery rambled on excitedly.

"Goodness, it sounds like you're enjoying it here. But since when were you into horses?" Her Mom asked slightly surprised.

"I don't know," Avery replied as she picked up her bags from the floor.

"Eww! Horses?!" Avery's 11-year old sister, Addison, exclaimed as she came into the room.

"Yes, horses." Avery responded rolling her eyes.

"Can I come to Lexington with you and your friend?" Addison asked hopefully.

"If you don't mind hanging out at the barn all morning, going in a horse tack shop and hanging out at a cafe with Chloe and I, sure." Avery grinned knowing there was no way in the world Addison would go for that.

"Mom? Will you take me to Lexington tomorrow?" Was the only reply Avery got.

"I'm going to unpack." She announced and carried her bags upstairs to her new room. Setting her bags down on her bed, she walked over to her window and looked out at one of the pastures that was overlooked by her house.

Maybe she could learn to love Kentucky after all.

...

A loud, shrieking whinny awoke Avery later that night. What was that?! She thought as she quietly got out of the bed and made her way to the window. There in the pasture stood Firefly. His dappled gray coat shone in the moonlight. His soft, ruffled mane blowing softly in the breeze.

Quickly, Avery slipped on some shoes and opened the large window. She slipped outside and climbed silently down the trellis.

"Firefly?" She called softly through the silent night air. The gelding whuffled a soft, quiet greeting.

"Hey boy. What are you doing out here?" She asked him stroking his soft muzzle. Once again, he nickered.

"Do you want me to ride you? Is that it?" She grinned. It can't be that hard, she decided, as she climbed up onto the pasture fence. Smoothly, she slid her leg over his side. Firefly immediately bolted in surprise.

"Whoa, boy!" She shrieked grabbing a handful of his silvery mane. He slowed to a canter. This is amazing! Why didn't I do this any sooner?! She thought as she held on for dear life.

The dreamy moment ended all too soon. Firefly slid to a stop sending Avery into the dirt.

"Wow! That was so much fun!" She laughed as she got up and stroked Firefly's soft gray neck. "I really should get inside before Mom catches me out here," She told him planting a kiss on his soft pink nose.

"I'll see you in the morning Firefly." She said with a parting wave as she hurried back to the house.

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The World's Worst Pony - another story

I walked to Barney’s stable and caressed his face, but he pushed me aside impatiently, frisking my pockets for treats, annoyed I groomed him quickly and tacked him up. Barney swished his tail in my face and purposely turned his butt to me before walking backwards, squishing me up against his stable wall. Just at the right time Kendra came to my rescue! She ushered him forward with a carrot, leaving me gasping for air.

“You ride on a Saturday? With Patricia? Oh wow! This is just the best!!! We are going to be such great friends!”
At least SOMEONE was happy to see me!
“Yeah, I do. Though I’m a bit worried as to how Barney will act in a group lesson! Is Patricia any good?” I breathed.
“Umm… she is a great rider if that’s what you mean and she’s loads of fun but to say she has any influence over the horses would be pushing it…” Kendra’s smile faltered, “Come on! Hop on and let’s get warmed up!”
I lead Barney to a mounting block where he skipped and danced and nipped at my ankle, you know, the usual.
After I FINALLY managed to get on, I walked Barney to the jumping arena, where I saw only Kendra and Angel, I asked them where the others were.

“Well, Julia and Jennifer are in a semi-private lesson; with just the two of them, Daniel rides western and is in a different lesson, Liz rides dressage, Jazz does a special horsemanship class where they ride with no tack or helmet or artificial aids and Kyle’s in the hospital, nursing his sick aunt.” Angel replied in her beautiful angelic voice.
I was about to ask who Kyle was but a short, fine built lady walked into the arena, carrying a megaphone.
“Hi girls, I see Kyle’s not here today and there’s a new face among us. I’m Patricia and you are…?”
“Er, I’m Katy and this is Barney.”
“I hope you enjoy riding with us,” she smiled a warm, friendly smile.
I grinned back, I knew I’d like her…she had a gentle heart.

“I hope you’ve all warmed up, so we can get started!”
The guilty faces around said otherwise.
“Right! Trot on large.”
Angel and Kendra trotted on, I urged Barney on, driving him hard with my legs, and instead the pony did a U-turn and dived for the gate! I turned him sharply to the right, almost having a head on collision with Kendra.
“I’m so sorry!” I yelped.
“No, no! It’s so chilled! Honey is well behaved, here follow on behind me.”

And just like a beginner, I urged Barney to trot behind Honey, which he quite happily did!
Patricia asked me to do a 3-looped serpentine to separate myself from Honey and work with Barney myself, turning him to the left, just before we left Honey and Kendra, Barney gave Honey a hard nip on the rump, causing her to lay her ears back and squeal!
As if to prove he meant business, he gave an almighty buck before cantering forward to a complete and utter stand-still.

Unable to stop myself, I fell head-first into a pile of fresh, steaming horse poo, just to look up and find the most beautiful boy I’d ever seen looking down at me. He wasn’t just cute he was FLAMING hot!
Talk about embarrassing!

“Are you alright?” he asked, sounding worried.
I nodded like an idiot and wiped the poo off my face with the back of my hand. Eureka!
“That was some fall you had! Talk about falling into a pile of poo!” he laughed, before giving me this killer grin before saying he had to go. After making sure he was gone (I was certain because I’d watched him jog off and thought how amazing and sweet he is… I didn’t even know his name!) I looked at Barney, who pulled back his lips in a kind of smile and stomped down on my foot. Oh, after this lesson he’d be dead!

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Being Horseless

by AHorseLovingGirl
(USA)


Part One

Scanning.. scanning.. got one! I found one new horse book from the whole library. The WHOLE library. I've read all the others, so it's fun to change it up once in a while.

"Ready to go, Mila?" Mom asks.

"Yeah, I found the book I wanted." I pull out my library card as I say that and head to the librarian to check out.

"Thank you." She says.

"Thanks!" I reply, excited about this precious horse book. The last one. I will treasure it as my own.

During the car ride, you can guess that I read it the entire way home.

"You're gonna read it all before we even pull in the driveway!" Mom exclaims, looking at how far through the book I am.

I just laugh. She doesn't understand. She doesn't like horses, not one bit. When she sees me on one, she always tells me, 'Be careful! And wear a helmet!' Oh mom, if you just loved them as much as I do.

On my bed, I set the horse book to the side and look around the room. Model horses, horse posters, horse curtains, horse drawings, horse backpack, horse everything. I have a small shelf of books across the room with horse books on it. You have probably noticed by now but - I'm horse crazy.

I have a friend, thankfully, that's horse crazy too, but she's not as crazy about them than me - than I'll ever be. Just recently when she got a horse of her own, her horse craziness has dropped. She isn't as crazy about them as she used to be. I believe she's getting bored of them, but she says she isn't. Why would I believe her? It clearly shows.

"Mila! Jenna's on the phone!" Mom yells from downstairs.

"I'm coming!!" I yell back. Racing down the stairs I almost topple over Mom, who's just waiting for me to take the phone out of her hand.

"Hello!" I say cheerfully.

"Hey, Mila! I just wanted to invite you over to my house, either today or tomorrow will work. Can you come?"

"Oh, that's awesome! Let me ask my Mom first." I hear her say 'okay' as I move it away from my ear.

"Mom, can I go to Jenna's house today?"

She thinks for a second, then answers, "Sure, that'll be alright. When will you be back?" I bring the phone back up to my ear and ask Jenna.

"5:00?" She questions.

"Okay!"

I bring it back down and tell mom. "That'll be okay." Mom nods her head. I smile and continue talking, until I hang up and get ready to go.

This. Is. Awesome. My first time this year riding a horse. I might even make a record this year! (which would be going riding TWICE!)

Please comment if you want part 2! And this is how I feel ALL. THE. TIME. (I'm horseless just like Mila in the story!) :(

Part Two

"Mila you made it!" Jenna exclaimed and ran out to the car.

"Yeah! I wouldn't miss coming here for the world! You have a HORSE! Can't you believe it?!" I replied. The shine on her face slowly faded away.

"Oh, uh, yeah. Wanna go inside?" She asks.

Inside? INSIDE?! Take me where the horses are! "Can we go see the horses first?" I just had to ask. Jenna shrugs.

"Sure."

Told you so. Her horse craziness is leaving her! She's sinking, and I have to bring her back up to the horse world. Great analogy, Mila, just great.

"She is SO pretty, Jenna!! I am SO jealous of you, you do NOT even understand!" Joy overflowed in me as I stroked the beautiful blue roan Quarter Horse.

"Yeah. So... ready to go in now?" She asks. Nope. She doesn't understand. I had to let it out.

"Jenna Thomas. Do you not remember when you were horse crazy?! You LONGED to be around horses and daydreamed about them just like me. Now what do you do? You stop loving them with all your heart and soul. How do I feel? You've changed. You are NOT the same person. What could make you not like them anymore?"

Okay, so maybe I said too much. But how could I help that? I was defending the old friend of mine who USED to LOVE horses! She looked shocked.

"Mila! You cannot say a word about me when PEOPLE CHANGE! I'm moving on, is all! I got my dream and now I'm done. I'm selling him, and that's final! Take him! I don't even care anymore." Jenna says so suddenly that Mila can't even take in what just happened. She took that way to seriously. Well, I went way to far too.

"Home early?" Mom asks once I enter the house.

"Yeah." I mumble and head up the stairs.

Maybe I should've asked how much that horse costs? Too late. I already broke a friendship - I can't cause any more problems than I already did. Good job, Mila. You did great. I feel TERRIBLE. And to top it off, I don't even know the horse's name. Like that matters right now. I have a friendship to attempt to heal... or do I?

Part Three

"Mila...can I come in?" Mom said softly outside my door.

No! She couldn't come in! I was NOT ready to face her... though it would be nice to get some advice... I groaned.

"Oh, okay," I slump back down into my pillow on my bed.

"What's the matter, sweetie?" Mom sits down on the bed as she says that. I sit up a little.

"I lost my best friend in two ways - that's what's the matter!" I informed her. Mom thought for a second.

"Hmm... and what were those two ways?" I took a deep breath.

"She hates me."

"And?"

"She hates horses."

Mom gave me a quick hug. "Well? How did she start hating you?"

Anger rushed up into me. Was she blaming me for this? Thinking that I was the issue here?!

"You SHOULD'VE asked, 'How did she start hating HORSES!!!'" I snap. Mom looked speechless for a minute, then, understanding.

"Oh I see." She says softly. What does "she see"?!?!

"So that's why she hates you. Well, at least YOU think she hates you." O.M.G. She actually knew. But seriously?? Jenna DOES hate me!

"Why do you think she hates you, Mila?" I take another deep breath.

"Because I told her straight out how she was acting." I mumbled. I was starting to realize that this didn't had to have turned out the way it did.

Dialing the phone I wanted to apologize to Jenna. No answer. One more time... no answer. What was she thinking right now? That I hated HER? Or that SHE hated ME? I tried ONE more time... I got an answer! Only not from who I wanted it to be.

"Yes? Mrs. Thomas speaking," I froze. Not from shock, but from not knowing what to say... more like, dumbfounded.

"Hello?" She says again. I had to say SOMETHING.

"T-This is m-me, Mila." I start. OK, so that was a start.

"Oh hello, Mila... want to speak to Jenna?" She was speaking as if she knew why I called... and I was afraid she did.

"Y-yes please." I answered. I here footsteps pounding, the yelling of Jenna's name, then finally, an annoyed "hello".

"Jenna, it's me, Mila. Look, I'm sorry for exploding like that. I just... well, it was stupid. I really am sorry-" I got cut off.

"Sure, apology accepted, but I don't want to be your friend and that's final. You were right - what you did was stupid." She hung up.

What was wrong? I said I was sorry, and I DID mean it, and she even accepted! I guess she's annoyed with me talking about horses so much. It was a lot easier to be friends with another horse crazy girl.

"How'd it go?" Mom asked as I enter the kitchen.

"It was 50% good and 50% bad." After that, I explained everything. She got it. Moms just... I don't know... get it!

I went up to my room and thought about her horse. She didn't want him. She wants to get rid of him. I want him. I want to own him. Could I?

I really don't know. I mean, we have the space outside with the old barn and all, just not the money. Maybe I could raise money to feed and keep the horse here? Ideas went through my head as I made up my plan to get that horse - whatever his name was.

Part Four

I let my mind wander the rest of the night with ideas - though some crazy, still ideas. What can I say? I have a dream and no one's going to stop me! I went to bed with a smile on my face that night, satisfied with the ideas I had.

"Mila, get ready for school!" Mom knocked on my door like a million times.

Wait... school?? I jumped out of bed and raced to the bathroom door and changed, brushed my teeth, and did my hair. After that, grabbing my backpack and running downstairs. From the look on my mom's face, she was surprised.

"Wow. 10 minutes." She looked shocked.

Yeah, I'm a country girl and all, but I take my time getting ready in the morning - at least a half hour, so ten minutes? That was amazing.

"Why are you in such a hurry, sweetie?" Mom asked.

I grabbed an apple and turned to her. "I, uh, just wanted to go see Jenna before I went to school today." I fake smiled as I dashed for the door.

"O...kay.. Have fun! Bye!" Mom said.

"Bye I love you!" I yelled as I got onto my bike. I didn't want to see Jenna. Actually, I didn't want to see her ever again, but that horse was to die for.

After riding for a while I finally made it to Jenna's house. "I didn't know they had THAT car." I thought as I walked over to her small stable. I heard laughing from inside the house and curiosity got the best of me. I peeked in through their window and I saw the one and only Ashley. Laughing with Jenna.

Ashley was the "popular spoiled girl" at our school. We called her that, but obviously Jenna changed her mind about her. I wasn't one bit jealous on Jenna... I was jealous of Ashley.

But why should I be? Jenna hates horses now - what WAS there to be jealous of? Well, that was simple. Friendship. Jenna was my one and only friend and we both seemed like friends for life. Two peas in a pod.

I forced back tears thinking of the memories me and Jenna had together. Then I heard that beautiful sound. A nicker came from the stable as I slowly approached it. It was her horse - excuse me I mean the one she doesn't love anymore and that she's selling.

This horse loved her - it was clear, but Jenna didn't. This poor horse wants her - but she doesn't want her. I didn't know if this horse was a girl or boy but I didn't mind. It was beautiful, that's all that matters.

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Cujo

by Zoe
(Keller, Texas, United States Of America)


So when I was about ten ( I was a little Tater Tot! ) I didn't have a horse. At the barn I rode at I fell in love with a horse named Cujo. When I first met him I hated him. I wanted nothing to do with the big, ugly, stupid horse at that barn. But then I realized how much I really did love him. Then one day during summer, Cujo died. We don't know how but we think it was the weather. I cried and cried and cried. I said to myself, I will never love another horse. But then I heard a song, To Be Human by Sia, I realized what it truly meant to love. Walk straight and find your rest in the Golden Meadow, Cujo.

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Cass

by unforgettabletales

Cass

Cass

Chapter One

Mom was working late again. I was all alone in the apartment so, I snuck out again. It was like 40 degrees outside, but the discomfort of the freezing wind oddly calmed me. I gently shut the door behind me. Bits of frost crunched beneath my black converse as I made my way to the fence surrounding the apartment complex.

The fence was made of black, wrought iron and freezing cold. Most people walked by this fence every day, but none of them noticed that one bar was slightly bent, so any fifteen-old-girl could easily slip through, undetected. So, I often did.

I considered myself a nice enough person, but I kept to myself. I had one or two strictly school friends that I talked to, however, there was no one that I really trusted. I woke up. I went to school. I explored. I came home like I never left.

Maybe some people would have thought I lived a lonely existence. Maybe it was true. Family troubles had left a gaping hole in my heart, and for now, I ignored it and went about my exploring. Maybe my exploring was just me searching for purpose. Whatever, who knows.

At school, I didn’t pay really pay attention anybody, so nobody paid attention to me. And that’s the way I preferred things. I wore hoodies and skinny jeans happily. And converse proudly.

I crossed my arms and hugged them to my chest in order to keep the cold away. I swear I walked for at least a mile while looking at the night sky. I was searching for the stars. I couldn’t find them. I hadn’t been able to see them for a couple weeks now and it hadn’t even been cloudy.

For lack of looking at where I was going, I tripped over a stone in my path. I groaned as I felt blood seeping through the fabric of my new jeans on my right leg.

“Whatever,” I muttered under my breath. Things happen. And I wasn’t about to quit my personal adventure from one little scrape. I stood up, gasping from the pain. As I was about to take my first step I could have sworn I heard a donkey.

Curiosity, my main emotion, took over. I started walking down the hill on my right. The moon offered barely enough light for me to see where to step. I groaned when I realized at the bottom of the path was a stream. I quickly unlaced my converse and took off my socks. A little water wasn’t going to stop me from seeing a donkey for the first time.

The water was cold and the ground underneath it was unmistakably slimly. I literally only had to walk a couple feet to the other side. After a couple minute of walking, I could sort of make out a fence.

Pleased with myself, I scaled the fence. After years of climbing fences, you get pretty good at it. While I was swinging myself over, my left leg got caught on a nail sticking up. I cussed quietly while I unhooked my leg from the post. My left leg was in pain, but I shook it off.

“Cass, you can do this. Just suck it up.” I said and then realized I was in the middle of the field, talking to myself. To say I was embarrassed by myself was an understatement.

I sighed and took in my surroundings. Breathtaking, I had always been impressed by horse, but these horses were spectacular, and they were just eating. I took inventory quickly: Four horses, two donkeys, and a huge house on top of a hill with open windows that were spilling light over their land. I felt an envious tug in my chest. I bet it was a family that ate together and had a quaint little game night once a week.

Forget them. I flipped my hood up. Anger was seeping through me. I channeled my anger into bravery and I stepped up to the brown horse closest to me.

“They're perfect aren’t they?” I asked the horse softly.

“I mean I’m not jealous or anything. I totally happy for you though. You seem happy.” I absently stroked the horse sleek coat.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing on my property?”

Chapter Two

Have you walked up to a squirrel and they become so still you wonder if they are even breathing? It’s like if they stand still long enough, you won’t be able to see them anymore. Then you step further towards them and the bolt over to the nearest tree.

That’s exactly what I did. But, when I was about to vault over the fence the man behind me tackled me. Like, full on took me down. My hood fell off my hair and the person who caught me quickly sprung off my back. My platinum hair fell into my face as I turned around.

In front of me stood a boy roughly around the age of fifteen or seventeen. He looked shocked. I swear I almost laugh, I controlled into though, but sadly the humor of it manifested itself into a smirk.

The boy collected himself and proudly stuck his chin in the air and offered me a hand. I took it involuntarily. I tried to pull my hand away, but he held on. It was far from a romantic gesture. It was more of a vice-like hold.

“I’ll ask you again. What are you doing on my property?” His voice was icy.

Every fiber of me wanted to tease him and say something about it’s actually Daddy’s property, but I had to stick to my methods. I kept my face placid, despite the pain of my knee bleeding out.

This wasn’t the first time I had been caught for trespassing and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. For times like these I had perfected the perfect formula: short answers, plus pleasant demeanor, plus staying as close to the truth as possible, equaled getting off the hook.

“I heard your donkey and thought something terrible had happened,” I said slipping on a worried veneer onto my face.

“Yeah.” He said sarcastically, “That's why you were petting Wonder Woman?”

Yes, the perfect opportunity to divert the conversation away from my sketchy habits. “You named your horse Wonder Woman?” I asked incredulously.

“No of course not!” He responded, acting rather flustered. My plan was working.

“I mean, my little brother did.” He brushed his dark hair out of his face.

“That's his favorite superhero or something?” I questioned feigning interest.

“You know, enough about my little brother and my horses. What are you doing trespassing on property that's, not yours.”

Fine, if he was going to play that way. “I was curious. Is that so wrong?” I blinked twice.

“You realized you will have to pay for trespassing.” He said smoothly, having caught onto my game.

“Okay, what’s on the table?”

“This isn’t a negotiation.”

“Fine,” I replied calmly.

“Everyday after school for two months you will have to come here and act as my own personal stable hand.” He said raising his eyebrow as if daring me to argue.

“Two months!” I exclaimed losing my even composure for a second.

“Fine, three. Do you want the number to keep going up?”

“No…”

“Good, my name is Clayton and I expect to see you here at 4:00 sharp tomorrow.” He held out his hand.

“Deal.” I shook it begrudgingly.

“What’s your name?” Clayton questioned.

“Cass,” I said and stalked away.

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Until the End...

by MAC
(Virgina Beach VA)


I was probably ten or nine years old when I suddenly had this REALLY strong urge to go to a barn and take lessons. So me, my sister, and my Mother all prayed that it would happen. Then a week or so later, one of our friends starting randomly talking about the awesome barn she went to. So we tried it out.

The first day we went there, I was SO excited but also EXTREMELY nervous. I suffer from a LOT of anxiety. Out teacher was showing us around the barn and showing us the horses. At the time, we didn't take private lessons, so we were with a group.

After looking at a Chestnut Quarter Horse mare named Tekera, we moved on to a stall. I was at the back of the group so I couldn't see the horse in there, but as soon as I could see, I knew that I would love that horse for the rest of my life, and she would love me too.

Her name was Thalia, -pronounced: Tal-e-uh- and she was a Chincoteague Pony, who had been abused for 6 whole YEARS until my teacher had rescued her. So Thalia had major anger and trust issues.

A few weeks later, our teacher handed out buckets and assigned us horses. "Thalia," she said and smiled at me. I asked if she was talking to me, and she nodded. I beamed.

Then, a few weeks later, it just so happened that we were going to lead horses from their stalls to the pasture. We weren't advanced yet and had only ridden once with this trainer so we didn't get to do a lot of riding until we knew how to take care of a horse, and the rules of the barn.

While our teacher was handing out lead ropes to kids and helping them put the halter on the horse they would be leading, a kid next to me said loudly and snootily, "Thalia's a BRAT!" My face went red with anger.

"She's NOT a brat! She's just has some trust issues and is misunderstood!" I stuck up for Thalia, no matter how afraid I was. A few minutes later, our teacher handed me a halter and a lead rope and told me I would be leading Thalia. My grin spread so far I though it was touching to another country.

Our teacher opened Thalia's sliding stall door, and Thalia backed up, pinning her ears, obviously scared of my because she didn't know me. I held out my hand and said in a sweet, soft voice, "It's okay girl, trust me, I can't and won't hurt a soul." She stepped forward and gently sniffed my hand, then pinned her ears. She was still working on trust. I pulled my hand back, in case she would bite, but she didn't.

I slipped her halter on after my teacher said to be quick, because Thalia doesn't like her ears to be touched very much, nor her muzzle. She LOVED her forehead and forelock rubbed though. And her neck. She also likes being brushed, but she doesn't want anyone to know, so don't tell her I told you that!

We led the horses outside, everyone made a path for Thalia and me. I felt as if we were in a parade or something. I was so happy I could almost explode. :D

I also fed her a week or so later, and she was happy about that!

Since then, I rode Thalia and learned she had the smoothest trot of any horse in the barn, and in my opinion, the whole WORLD! She was so fast too! One day, a was riding a palomino gelding pony called, well, Ponee, and we were doing a trot around the arena. I was posting, but he was SO bumpy that my legs wobbled, and he broke into a canter, I lost my stirrups and clung onto his neck, I yelped, but tried not to yell, which might make him go faster or scare him. I couldn't let go or I would fall, so my trainer stepped in front of Ponee and slowed him down.

Tears streamed down my face, that hadn't helped my anxiety at all! But then I had not know that part of riding was falling off, brushing off your Jodhpurs or Breeches, -riding pants- and getting back on.

I then, was so scared that the next week I had lost all my confidence that I had slowly, little by little, had worked on building up. So my teacher put me on a lunge line, and first had me do a sitting trot of Thalia, then a posting trot, -still on a lunge- then had me do a sitting trot but with one hand over my head, then clapping with both hands every few steps, then hand out to the side and counting. It was a big step for me after I lost all my confidence, but I learned a lot.

I then, trotted off a lunge. After that lessons was done, I dismounted and Thalia rubbed her forehead along my body, which is a sign that she loves me. I smiled and patted her.
She was also the first horse I cantered off a lunge line with, and she was SO fast, but SO smooth!

I also jumped cross rails with her, and talked to her every time I saw her, even if I wasn't riding her that week.

Then, after a months of loving each other, I met another girl who was in love with Thalia, and had known Thalia for as long as she had been with our teacher, which is two years. I showed Thalia, I did Model in Hand or Hand on Model (I don't remember which one it is!) and won second place! I also did walk trot division since I wasn't ready to do walk trot canter division yet.

Then, a couple months later, something terrible happened. It makes me cry even if I think about it, or even type it. One day, I wasn't able to ride that week, but I still went to the barn. When my teacher saw me, she looked sad. I was nervous. My mom, after talking to her, walked over to me and told me to go see my teacher. I swallowed and walked over. I had already guessed what had happened.

"Let me guess?" I asked. My teacher nodded. My teacher had already talked about this happening, but now that it had happened, it was 100 times more terrible. My voice broke as I whispered, "She's sold... isn't she?" And my teacher nodded. I could barely move, tears gushed down my face. I walked back to my Mother and she hugged me. I then, walked over to the barn and looked into Thalia's stall. She seemed happier already. I knew she would be happier because she didn't have like... a MILLION people riding her everyday. (Not quite a million :P) I saw a sign by her stall that had hearts and ribbons on it. The sign said, "Roses are red, violets are blue, and-" I stopped there, I didn't want to read it. I was furious, and SO sad. My teacher's daughter walked over to me and hugged me.

"The good news is, she gets to stay here at the barn, and if her new owner can't make it and she needs exercise, then she can be ridden by you maybe!" I smiled and nodded.

Months passed, I haven't ridden her. But I get to hang out with her and talk to her and feed her treats. I still miss her. But whenever it is my birthday, I'll ask her owner if I can have a day with her or ride her possibly. Thalia is happier now, and that's all that matters.

I'm actually currently writing a book I plan to publish about Thalia's life. I'm planning to publish it this year in 2020 if it can be published with Corona going around. If not, there's always next year.

If you ever fall into an emotional mess or pit, just remember, you're not falling forever. You just have to get back on the horse and let God do the rest!

-M.A.C.

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2017: The year my horsey dreams come true?

by NessandtheDreamhorse
(UK)


This is basically fiction. Only, it's based on my life (I guess)...

Part One

"It's 2017 now," I thought as the clock struck 12:00. "Maybe THIS will be the year I start riding, the year I meet an amazing horse and make a friend who loves horses as much as me!"

I had high expectations, some would say too high, but why would I listen to them?

Last year, I had ridden 3 times, and the year before that, I rode twice. My love for horse rarely wavered, and I vowed to myself that I would NEVER forget about horses (like I did with all my other phases).

This was NOT a phase. I refused to give into teenage-hood and start being boy crazy, because horses mattered more, much more!

January was cold and wet so I decided I would start talking about riding lessons to my Mum when the weather got better. In the meantime, I would overindulge myself in horse books, horse movies, horse websites... you get the idea!

I tried to talk to my sister about horses but she wasn't really interested. And whenever I tried to talk to my best friends, Renee and Belle just got annoyed at me!

As we were waiting for the school gates to open, a long line of mounted policemen trotted along the road. I gasped. Most of them were chestnuts but there were one or two beautiful dark bays with a blaze running down their delicate faces.

"The dark bays are so gorgeous!" I exclaimed.

Renee sighed. "You ALWAYS talk about horses, it's SOOO annoying!" She said.

"Yeah." Belle agreed, "No offense but it's true!"

I gave them both a shocked look, "When was the last time I talked about horses to YOU TWO? I DON'T ANYMORE, COS YOU GUYS ARE ALWAYS COMPLAINING ABOUT IT! One day, I'll meet someone who actually understands horses, so don't worry, I can talk to them all the time!"

I really needed a horsey friend. Soon enough, the weather got better and I finally decided to ask my Mum about riding lessons!

Can you guess what she said?

She finally said YES! Maybe my horsey dreams will come true this year...

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Tango

by Heartbeat for horses


With a heavy heart and tears in my eyes
It ways me down to have to say goodbye
Two years you've been in my life
Saying goodbye is too much to bare

I wish I could have had more time by your side
Too get to know you more and more
But before i knew it i was told the news
You had finished your journey and left to heaven

I never got to say goodbye
It hurts so deep tears never leave my eyes
I can't bare this feeling any longer
But what doesn't kill you makes you stronger

For one last time
I love you so much
I'll see you up there one day
Goodbye

I love you Tango. I miss you so much. I can tell the other horses miss you too, especially Peppy. I went to see him today and he acted so different. I walked him by your stall and he nickered so soft. When you didn't answer he wouldn't move.

We both miss you sweet horse. Have fun up there in those lush green pastures galloping around like a young colt. I will miss you so much. Goodbye and I love you.

Rest in peace, Tango.

I would give anything


You taught me the something
When you left
How life carries on even after death
You live forever in my heart

I would give anything
To see your face one more time
To braid your long grey mane
To kiss your soft muzzle touch

Even though you're gone from my sight
Your always in my heart making the earth shine
So I remember you
For the rest of my time

When I see you again
I'll throw my arms around your neck
Once again braid that mane
Everything will be the same but better

Just keeping up the poems to remember you, buddy. It hurts writing them but it also brings a smile to face! Me and Peppy miss you! We'll see you again one day Tango. Have fun in God's pastures!

God looked around his pastures
And found an empty place
He looked down from heaven
At your tired face

He took you too his home
To graze for eternity
Never to lose hope
And live in serenity

Just a note for you gals--Tango was put to sleep because he had developed founder from grazing. There was no way to fix it so that is why I wrote the mini poem above. Now, he can graze again after none for 6 months straight.

Where is the good in goodbye?


Goodbye--it's a common word everyone hears nearly everyday.

Recently, one of my favorite horses, Tango, was euthanized after he developed and dealt with founder for nearly six months. It broke my heart and I still find myself crying at night.

The day I was told the horrible news I was riding home from the barn. I had just told my Mom what happened whilst sobbing my heart out. I remember these few words I said before we pulled into the driveway, "I never even got to say goodbye."

But really, why is the word "Good" in "Goodbye"?

Just this morning, I was thinking about it as I was looking at old photos and videos of Tango. I wanted to write and post something about this on HCG when it hit me. Goodbye is more like see you later.

I started to think. Maybe the good part about goodbye is knowing you will see them again one day, keeping that one thought and one hope in your heart that someday you will see them again. But there is only one way to see them again--by knowing God and his word, to confess your sins to him and ask for forgiveness.

I know reading the bible these last couple weeks has really helped me with losing Tango. So maybe goodbye isn't such a sad word.

So next time, instead of saying goodbye, say see you later.

Tears

I thought I was doing better after losing Tango but I realized a moment ago that I'm not. I just have been doing things that kept him off my mind then a few minutes ago I just lost it. I miss him so much more than I ever imagined. I never knew how much I loved him until he was gone. I love you Tango.

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My life with horses

by Barrelracer24/7
(Manitoba, Canada)


This is a true story about my life. All events are things that actually happened but I am not going to use any names just for privacy.

It all started when I was really little. I was four years old when I fell in love with horses, but before that I was terrified.

You see, when I was around one year old, my parents took me to see my grandparents' horses. One of the horses that came to say hi was Zoe. Zoe was an eight year old mare who was super friendly and I liked her, but then she sneezed. It scared me so much I cried almost every time I saw a horse. But that changed.

I started riding. At first, it was just a slow walk and then a trot. My grandpa bought me a little kid's saddle so I didn't have to use his huge roping saddle.

When I was five, instead of putting my saddle on Zoe, he put his own saddle on I was confused. I asked him what are you doing and all he said was just wait, you will see.

When we got to the makeshift round pen (we still don't have a proper round pen) he mounted and said, "Grab my arm and I will swing you up behind me," so I was like okay, whatever. After I was on we started walking, and then trotting, and then we loped. It was the first time I had ever loped. I was so excited but also completely terrified!

The next day, I was found out that your legs could hurt after riding.

When I was six, we got a pony. His name was Spot. He was a paint welsh cross, he had one blue eye and one brown eye. The first time we rode him it was bareback, but the only problem was we had gotten him for free and he had been neglected and was super skinny and hungry.

Every ten seconds he would put his head down to graze and because he was so skinny, well you can see where I'm going. Spot was a good pony until he got fat then he tried to roll on me and bucked me off. It was the first time I had ever fallen off. We sold him not long after.

Later that year in summer, at a rodeo nearby, one of my grandpa's friends gave me a ride on his palomino for me. It was like a dream come true. Palominos were and still are my favorite coloring of horse.

The next year, I got to ride in my first gymkhana. Before I went into the warm up ring, my parents gave me a purple helmet and I got a purple halter from my grandparents. I placed second over all. I was so happy I could barely sleep that night.

The next weekend, I went to a different gymkhana at the same rodeo. I got to ride the palomino at. I placed third in barrel racing, first in big T and I think I placed second In poles. I won a whole thirty dollars that day in my seven year old mind, I thought I was rich. I went to that rodeo again the next year as well.

I also went to a gymkhana that I hadn't gone to before. That day started out well other then the fact that my best friend got stung by a wasp. It was going well. I placed in a few of the events I entered. My friend placed for the first time but then I went bad. My mom had passed me a jumbo freezie and I was eating it with two hands and my horse, her name was Fly, I had got her that winter, put her head down to graze. I couldn't grab the reins and they fell over her head. She was fine at first then she took a step forward and the reins got wrapped around her leg she put her head up and freaked out, she was rearing and I was trying to stay on. Someone managed to grab my arm he yelled, "JUMP!"

I tried but he mostly just pulled me off. After I was off, Fly ran into the bush nearby my grandpa and bunch of other people ran off after her. I was so scared. When they got back with Fly I only had about five minutes before I had to go run barrels. I won.

The next year, nothing really happened. One of our horses had a foal. Her name is Piper. When we weaned her she fell and tore something in her stifle so we can't ride her.

2017, I was ten years old and I was going to my first jackpot. I was so excited! It was an amazing eight weeks.

The weekend after the last one, we had finals. I won first in 3D and I got my very first belt buckle. it was like a dream come true.

Two weeks later, I was riding Fly at a nice slow one handed lope and then she fell. Fly had been limping on and off for two years. We just give her some medicine and she would be fine but not this time. Her right leg had given out and she pretty much did a somersault. I got very lucky and fell to the side and didn't roll with her. It was the scariest day of my life.

And what was embarrassing was it was in front of an uncle that I've never seen, and my grandpa is always bragging about how good I am at riding.

I may have been fine but Fly wasn't. She was limping more then ever before. We had the X-Ray and had other tests done but our vets had no idea what was wrong. I wasn't able to ride her again until December and it was horrible. Two weeks after she fell, one of our younger horses, Whisper, bucked me off for the first out of four times.

I continued competing that year on good old Zoe. She was seventeen now but she acted like a seven year old. She is the most energetic horse I have ever ridden.

That fall, we went to a fall finale. Our first run was okay but on the second run, the timer didn't start and Zoe can only run one or two good fast runs in a day. So when we had to do a third, it sucked. The first two barrels were fine but she ran straight into the third. It was all I could do to turn her around. I didn't win anything that day but that's okay because it's not about winning. It's about having fun.

In December, Fly was better. I don't remember what she had but her brain was telling her that she was lame. The first time I loped her, I closed my eyes and held my breath as we passed the spot where she fell. After that, I was fine or so I thought.

2018 I started riding our three year old Zoom. She was amazing! She learned quickly and had a good attitude. She loved to run and turn. I soon started competing her and that year went well.

The next year went the same. I mean riding two horses was a bit tiring but it was good. I started riding another young horse training her for barrels. That year I also got to ride my two-year old palomino, Honey. Honey is a good horse but the trainer who saddle broke her didn't teach her how to back up, spin, or change leads we had to teach her those thing and a bunch of other stuff as well.

2020 was a weird year for all of us. I only had one small jackpot and I wasn't able to go to my first futurity but Piper did have a foal which was very exciting because we hadn't had a foal since Piper was born.

This year will hopefully be a lot better. We are expecting another foal this spring. Fingers crossed it's a filly.

We have reached the end, sorry there isn't as much information about the last few years. Not a lot has happened but I hope you enjoyed this story about my life.

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Trickster

by Misty lady


My name is Christina Cole. I have brunette hair and blue eyes. I own a Skewbald paint horse named Trickster. I live on my parents' boarding, training and lesson farm.

"I love you Trickster. I love you so much." I whisper, tears once again filling my blue eyes.

My Skewbald paint horse, Trickster has been sick for days now. The vet says he's only getting worse. I've spent every moment, every day, every night with him since the day he came down with influenza.

I take a cold, wet rag and begin stroking Trickster's sweaty neck with it.

"I can't lose you." I choke, remembering my old pony, Rosy, a flea-bitten Connemara. She had died of colic four years ago.

I have owned Trickster for three and a half years. I cradle his head in my lap, fresh tears running down my face. I remember the words the vet said the evening before, "If he doesn't look any better tomorrow then we have a decision to make."

It was 5:00 A.M the next morning and the vet was coming at 8:00.

"Trickster, I need you to do something for me. I need you eat stand up or eat something." Trickster watched me as I held a handful of oats in front of him. "Come on boy, please try." He faintly nickered and slowly lifted his head from the shavings. "Come on boy, just a little more." I encouraged him my heart racing.

With a cry of joy, I watched him slowly lip the oats from my hand. Placing the bucket where he could eat it, I raced from the stall and up to the house. My parents were just about to come out to the barn.

"Mom, Dad! Trickster is eating!" I shouted racing towards the barn, my parents behind me. I suddenly halted in front of the stall, frozen. Trickster stood in his stall eating the grain hungrily.

"You're better! You're really getting better!" I cried throwing my arms around my horse's neck.

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The Horse Whisperer: Answered Prayers

by Hoofbeats
(Australia)


ANSWERED PRAYERS
Author's note:
Hi ya'll,

Here is book two of The Horse Whisperer series and I would recommend that you read the first book which is simply titled "Runaway" - if you haven't already done so. I also want to make this book a little more exclusive (I guess I can say) by adding "Author's notes" and some info on how the series began etc.

And I absolutely can't leave this out.

A MASSIVE thank you to all of the readers who encouraged me and all the rest throughout my last book. I would greatly appreciate that you do the same even though you may not have been one of these encouraging commenters.

Thanks!

Hoofbeats

Chapter One


"Up next, we have Banjo Paterson owned and ridden by Jessica Hamilton!" Boomed the announcer's voice.

We entered the ring at a canter, circling the ring once. I turned Banjo to the first jump. We soared over it effortlessly and doing the same thing for the following four jumps. My horse hesitated on the doubles but I urged him on. He had never liked the double.

We cantered in complete harmony as we approached the big double bar and prepared to jump.

That was not going to happen, I snapped out of my exciting daydream and focused on what Amber, my little sister was trying to say to me.

"Have you been daydreaming again?" She yelled from the fence line. She can yell and scream so loud that if she wanted to talk someone within a 10KM radius of her she wouldn't need a telephone.

You can tell I'm the exaggerating type, can't you?

"Sorry, my apologies." I glanced down at my little sister as I rode past her at a collected walk. "So, where were we?" I wanted to get a move on with the filming for a movie that we were working on for our latest project.

Banjo was a white standard bred who I had rescued about 2 months ago. He now was being starred in our movie. We hadn't come up with a title for the film but we had decided that we would base it on our lives (with some bits made up), God and horses.

"Right, now I got your attention." She smiled.

Good, she had forgiven me already.

"Ride Banjo over those jumps and remember the stunt? You got it, right?" She pointed to an oxer and a double which were placed at the far end of the arena.

"Right." My mouth confirmed but not my brain. My mind was whizzing. Neither my horse or I had enjoyed this part of the stunt at all.

Despite my uneasiness, I silently prayed, "Lord, we are working on this film and aim to produce it to show your love, mercy, loyalty and so much more. This stunt can only turn out for your glory."

*Little did I know...*

Chapter Two


I squeezed Banjo's sides and he broke into his bouncy canter but I had mastered to sit to it.

After shifting my weight into my three-point position I straightened my horse up for the first jump. Unexpectedly, a feather of smoke caught my eye which I could see was rising up right in the barn window.

'Turn! Turn away from the jump!' My mind frantically yelled. 'The barn's on fire!'

To late, Banjo gathered his powerful muscles to achieve take-off. My body automatically followed the movement but my mind was in a different world. We successfully made touchdown.

The standard bred was completely aware that there was trouble but knew that it was his duty to fulfill what we had been practicing for weeks on end. I could feel it in the way he moved. We were that close in our bond. My horse galloped to the next jump as I gave him the cue. Our movements were harmonious as we once again achieved take-off. I could feel Banjo waiting for the cue to perform our stunt.

'Sorry boy, we have now got a new mission.' I apologized silently.

He landed the jump like the last, and as soon as he did I yelled to Amber and stretched out my arm to point at the barn. "Sis, the barn's on fire!"

I kicked Banjo harder than I meant to and we galloped across the arena. I was going to dare to do something that I would only do in emergencies. I would jump the arena fence on my dashing white standard bred.

I could feel my horse's gallop falter as we neared the high fence. But I squeezed his sides and urged him on, showing that I wanted him to jump.I knew that he was such a loyal horse and with a faithful spark in his eye he would do anything for me until the last beat of his heart.

All my horses that had gained my trust would do the same for me. Every time I thought of that it made me cry.

Unexpectedly, tears welled up in my eyes because of my loyal horses. The salty tears soon were flowing down my face in streams.

Before I knew it, Banjo the Faithful gathered his powerful muscles to execute a perfect take-off. We soared over the high arena fence in harmony.

And we accomplished the first part of our mission, I pulled Banjo to a screeching halt about five meters away from the fence.

Amber ran up as I hurriedly dismounted, "That will be an AWESOME part in the movie!"

"FORGET ABOUT THE MOVIE! I NEED TO GET THE HORSES OUT OF THE BARN!" I screamed as I ran 100 kilometres and hour to the barn.

Another exaggeration.

Smoke was now clouding out on the top of the roof and drifting in the direction of the forest. Amber caught up with me as I hauled the barn doors open.

I tossed my phone to her but she is such a lame catcher that it dropped into the dry brown dirt.

To be honest, if my barn hadn't been on fire I would have yelled at her.

Sorry to y'all for the sudden stop. But please comment and encourage me (if you like this book) so I can accomplish my goal of finishing this book and starting book three of The Horse Whisperer series which will be called: A Leap of Faith.

Here is the teaser/blurb for this book.

The phrase that hit me hard was, 'Loyalty can't be forced, it must be won.' What was that supposed to mean anyhow? Maybe it was that I needed to earn Fury's trust and loyalty just as much as I would show that I will be a loyal friend, just like God is faithful to everyone who trusts in him. Little did I know that this lesson would change my life forever.

With a pregnant mare in hand, a new rescue named Fury to gentle, a now burned barn and part time jobs to handle, life leaves Jessica Hamilton drowning in doubt and worry. But God won't let that happen.

When her cousin, Willow Williams, a horse crazy yet horseless teen turns up to help, Willow discovers her hidden talent in horsemanship and in the meantime God teaches them both a study in His love and a lesson in loyalty.

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My Riding Story

by Heartbeat for Horses


In March of 2015, I heard about a stable near my home called Heritage Stables. I had loved horses for about three years and had been wanting to ride ever since. Finally, I convinced my parents to let me join the 4h horse club they offered which did monthly riding clinics.

On the very first clinic, I was placed in a beginner group with my two really close friends. I met Peppy, a spirited black and white paint gelding. I learned how to lead, groom, tack up, ride and untack and hose him down.

My first year of riding was a tough time for me as I could only ride once a month.

The next clinic, I rode a bay thoroughbred gelding named Heart. I learned the basics at the walk. I then signed up for a day riding camp at the barn. I rode a flea bitten grey thoroughbred gelding named Riley. This was the day I learned to trot and had my first trail ride.

Then finally, after months without riding Peppy, I rode him in our annual Gymkhana! I had so much fun! There were only three clinics left in the year.

In the next clinic, I rode Riley. Then, after what seemed like forever, I rode Peppy in our barn show. I got two first places, some seconds, a third and a fourth place.

Then the last clinic came which was sad for me. I rode Elvis, a naughty little paint horse gelding. This was the first time I actually got the posting trot and began to learn jumping position.

After a four-month break from riding , I had officially saved up enough money to take riding lessons twice a month. The first three lessons, I rode Elvis. I learned to post better and learned diagonals and also learned how to tack up on my own.

In the fourth lesson, things began looking up. I rode Peppy for the first time in six months. After that, I rode him in every lesson. I mastered the trot and even began jumping teensy tiny cross rails.

In Septemeber 2016, I began to canter. I only had enough money to take lessons through October. I rode Peppy in almost every lesson and clinic.

At the barn horse show, I won 5 first places, 3 seconds and 1 third on him. We were bonding strongly and I loved him more than anything.

Right when I thought I wouldn't see him for 4 months, I got an offer to watch my neighbor's dog and I saved enough money to ride once a month during the winter.

I began cantering off the lunge line and going over small jumps in February. In March, I began jumping even higher. Now I jump 18 inches and am doing good with the canter.

Peppy and I have bonded very closely. I am now starting lessons once a week until October! I cannot wait to see what the rest of 2017 brings!

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Backyard Horses

by Fern
(California, U.S.A.)


Chapter One - Part One

I always overheard Olivia Cummings talking with her friends about how keeping a horse in your backyard is super weird. She also said only people who couldn't afford to board, keep horses in their backyards.

"You can't show a horse that lives in your backyard." I remember her saying.

Funny thing is, I've been keeping Ginger and Teddy in my backyard for a few years now and I'm Olivia's top competition on the circuit. If only she knew, her freckled face probably would drain out all its coloring and her mouth would probably curl into a sneer. Just like she did when I won the Winter Regionals - Junior Division.

I beat her by a full ten seconds. And it's not like I couldn't afford to keep Ginger and Teddy in a stables, I just don't want to. I like being closer to them and being able to walk out into my backyard and touch Ginger's soft chestnut coat and Teddy's blue roan one.

I like going for bareback trail rides on Teddy through the streets and across people's property. I've been on all the trails on Dad's 10-acre property, but Teddy and I have explored every nook and cranny, we know all the secret spots that no one would even know was there.

We need more adventures. Teddy and I are like explorers in a fishpond. We secretly sneak out to explore the world beyond us.

I like practicing for Hunter and Jumping shows with Ginger, my prize winning mare in our arena that Dad built for me out of wooden railing. I'd have to drive 15 to 30 minutes just to see my horses if I boarded them.

Amber will find out when the time is right. After I beat her at the next show, the Spring Court Regional, would probably be the best time I imagine.

"Tess?"

"Huh?" I replied, rapidly blinking my eyes. I can't believe it. I totally zoned out. Again.

"We were just talking about after school today. You wanna come riding with us?" Maria asked, twirling her fork around the pasta she had for lunch. "Georgie and I were gonna go up near the creek on Ridge Stone."

"And probably go galloping through this meadow that I found nearby. Tess, it's so cool. And I finally got Maddy to gallop. It was SO COOLLL!!!" Georgie exclaimed. She was so enthusiastic when she spoke.

Maddy was Georgie's 15.3 light grey Arabian mare that Georgie had got as a project horse a while back. Georgie had been planning to sell her, but totally feel in love with the mare.

"Sounds cool!" I said, trying to match Georgie's level of excitement.

"Yeah! We'll meet at your house Mia? At 3:30 PM?" Georgie and I often called Maria, Mia. It was just easier and Maria didn't care what we called her anyways.

Mia nodded in response. "Sounds good. Churro and I will be outside waiting." She pushed a strand of black hair out of her face and sighed exasperatedly at her food. (Churro was Mia's dun Arabian/QH cross.) "I'm full and the bell is gonna ring soon. You guys wanna go?"

Georgie and I nodded and left with Maria. We all dumped our cafeteria food into the trash can and made our way to the exit. Olivia's table was two car lengths from the exit. I stopped at Olivia's table. My friends stopped behind me. The conversation at the table stopped and heads were turned in my direction.

"Hey Olivia," I started, my tone mockingly sweet. "I looked at the sign-up list for the Spring Court Regionals for Jumping and I didn't see your name. You're afraid of a little competition?" I gave a small smile. Things between Olivia and I were always mature and civilized. We never cussed at each other or wished each other bad luck at competitions. We probably would've been friends if things were different. But we were both happy at the way things were.

"Afraid? Of you? You beat me a few times and call that competition?" Olivia replied, with an equally mocking tone. "I just haven't gotten around to signing up yet. And you better expect a challenge. I've been leasing a new horse: Reign. He's an OTTB and can jump higher than your little mare ever will. He's awesome."

"Good for you." I said in response. "I'm so happy for you. But just because your Daddy bought you a new horse doesn't mean he's better than Ginger. She can jump higher than a meter and you know it. That's good though. I started to think I'd have no competition this season." I walked off, with Georgie and Mia at my side.

"You guys are so weird...." Georgie murmured. Mia hummed in agreement.

"Good boy Teddy.." I murmured. After school, I had raced home to give Teddy a quick ride before setting off to Mia's, to meet her and Georgie there.

I gently grasped Teddy's large head and slipped the bit into his mouth. I pulled the crown over his ears and freed his black forelock from the headstall's grasp. I quickly did up the rest of the bridle and walked Teddy over to the mounting block.

"Ginger!!" I cried out. "You be a good girl. Don't start eating that tree again, you could get a splinter." She looked up at me, with alfalfa sticking from the sides of her mouth and let out a low whinny.

I stepped up onto the mounting block and mounted Teddy's back. I love riding Teddy bareback, it's the only way I ride him. Except for when we practice for the Western or Hunt shows. He has a big broad back and with a non-pointy withers.

"Good boy Teddy." I told him, patting his flank.

I bumped his sides with my heels and and walked him to the back gate. From his back, I undid the lock and softly closed the gait behind me. I took a glance at my watch: 3:15 PM. I still had a good chunk of time to get to Mia's house.

"Come on Teddy." I gave him a good squeeze with my inner thighs and clicked. My gelding broke out into a lively trot. Teddy's shoed hooves clanked against the street as we made our way to my friends house.

Maria and Georgie were already there when I arrived. Both of them were riding bareback without a helmet, just like myself. It was 3:31 PM.

"You're late." Maria said to me. I rolled my eyes and let out a short laugh, "Sorry. Teddy's a little slow today. I woke him from a nap."

"Whatever." Georgie said with a smile.

"So...we just gonna stand around all day and talk or what?" Maria playfully asked. Georgie and I both rolled her eyes.

"No." I replied. "Lead the way."

Maria and Churro led the way to Ridge Stone, followed by Georgie and Maddy in the middle, and Teddy and I in the back. Our horses hooves clipped and clopped against the cement ground. All of us went at a steady trotting pace. The neighborhood surrounding was so familiar to all of us.

We hadn't been up to Ridge Stone in a while, but we'd all been on the other trails recently. Like Teddy and I, Georgie, Maddy, Maria and Churro were also explorers of the world. We always read about male explorers, like Christopher Columbus and such, but not many female ones.

Maybe the three of us would become famous world explorers and find new land. Maybe new land with a rare new breed of horses even? A rare breed of horse that could jump higher than 2 meters. That would be awesome.

We followed Mia and Churro up a small hill and through a small street with no sidewalk up to Ridge Stone. All three of us were quiet. We usually were when we were riding to our destination, but when we got there, now that's a different story.

We got there in a few minutes and somehow our peaceful riding in single file line and turned into a race once we hit the grass fields. Teddy and I were in the lead, of course, but Mia and Georgie weren't far behind us.

We zigzagged through the trees that past us. The trees became more and more thicker and there were more of them. I made the conscious to slow back down to a more controllable trot. My friends slowly did the same. The creek came into view. I dismounted and led Teddy to the water. I bet he was thirsty from all the running.

"Good boy." I told him. "Good boy. I love you." I threw my arms across his back and leaned on him while he stoke his face into the stream. After a while, I mounted Teddy by grabbing a handful of his black mane and swinging my legs onto his back.

The three of us walked for a while before the clearing opened up and in front of us was the most gorgeous meadow I'd ever seen.

Picture yourself like this: You're riding your horse or your most favorite horse in the world, and you are galloping through this never ending meadow that just keeps on going and going and going. And you wonder if it'll ever end. It's got tall over grown, green grass that goes past your knees.

I sat there on Teddy's back, my jaw hanging on it's hinges. I was so amazed. Wow. It was so beautiful here. I cued Teddy for a canter and he took off. I stoke to his back like glue and sat deep in my seat.

For being more of a Western horse, Teddy was fast. I was too caught up in my own business to notice what my friends were doing. I was so happy, I pushed Teddy into a gallop. We soared across the grass.

The wind soared through my hair, tangling my light brown locks. The rough breeze bit at my face, as I leaned forward, in a two point position. Teddy's mane drifted in the wind. I wanted to stay forever. My friends were having equally as much fun as I.

"Georgie!! You picked an awesome spot!!!" I yelled out.

"I know!!! Isn't it amazing?" she replied.

"YES!!!" Maria shouted out, startling Churro a little bit. Her gelding looked about ready to bolt, but he didn't. "Aww good boy Churro. I'm sorry boy. I didn't mean to scare you." Churro was still a little but green, but everyone knew that Mia trained that horse as well as a million dollar trainer could have.

All of us eventually dismounted and let our horses graze. We sat in the grass and played with each others hair, told stories and enjoyed each others company. I never wanted this day to end.

Hey guys! I hope you guys liked my story. I know it was a lil' bit boring at first, but I promise some stuff is gonna go down and its gonna be awesome! Stay groovy! XD

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Soulmates

by Heartbeat for horses


Part One

"More leg!" Julia Nickerson's riding instructor called as Julia neared the low vertical.

Julia shortened the reins of the chestnut OTTB gelding Sunny and settled into two-point. She gave him a little leg and straightened him up as he lifted his forelegs and popped over the jump.

Julia cantered smoothy out of the jump and pointed Sunny towards the next jump a medium height oxer. She once again got into two-point and flew over the jump like it was a cross-rail.

"Good boy!" Julia exclaimed giving Sunny a nice big pat on the neck. She slowed him to a walk smiling and walked over to stand by the other riders in the lesson.

"That was amazing!" Her best friend Kaelyn Anderson exclaimed as she walked her horse Foxy over to Julia and Sunny.

"Thanks!" Julia said grinning broadly. "But all the thanks goes to Sunny," she said leaning down to give him a hug.

"That horse can hardly make it over that tiny little oxer! Silver Dream can jump three times as high as that nag!" Amber Richardson, a girl with perfectly strata teeth, blond hair, and a huge attitude sneered as she guided her tall, athletic dapple grey thoroughbred gelding past them as she headed towards the arena gate along with the other riders.

"No one asked you." Julia remarked as she slid off of Sunny and led him towards the gate. "Sunny is the best horse ever."

"You did so amazing in the lesson today!" Julia said to Sunny as she wiped him down with the sweat scraper after a well-deserved bath.

Even though Sunny wasn't legally Julia's horse, she was welcome to bathe him and hand graze him after her lessons for as long as she liked. She usually stayed at the barn for about 4 hours including her lesson once a week and she also came to help out at the barn on Saturdays.

"Why don't you start riding another horse?"

Julia didn't even have to look to know it was Amber.

"I mean look at him. He can't jump over 3'6, he's OTTB which explains how fast he is, and he's chestnut. Who wants a grubby old chestnut gelding?"

Julia unclipped Sunny's cross ties and started to lead him out of the main barn.

"I don't care how high he can jump, how fast he is or his color. He's my best friend and my partner and that's all I care about." She said and led Sunny out to the pasture.

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Survivors: The Darkest Path

by Eurydice
(Wisconsin)


While quietly trotting down the silent and abandoned dirt road, I listened carefully. I knew that this place may be dangerous. I halted and looked toward the deep, dark forest. Then I gingerly turned and stared down the path that I just came. I promised to myself that I would never go that way again. I turned around again, then I started trotting again, trying to be as cautious and silent as I could.

The road went a long way, almost two miles, until it stopped to a dead end. I turned half-ways, staring down the path I just came from. Still, I promised myself I would never go there again, and the dead end was in front of the forest, so I decided instead of going down the scary path, I would go into the forest. So I did.

The forest was full of twigs and sticks, so every time I'd step on a twig or stick, it would snap, it startled me. I wasn't a pure wild horse, so I wasn't used to all these noises. The rustling of the leaves, birds singing, squirrels chattering, and dandelions brushing against my legs. Even though it wouldn't sound dark, if you look at it closely, it would be very dark.

I was not used to dark places, what I wanted was to feel the bright, hot sun shining on my glossy, bright bay coat, and the beautiful smell of the flowers crowding my nose. That's all I wanted. But in this forest, all was dark.

I was finding my way through the forest, when I heard a twig snap. And it wasn't me. It was something else. I snorted and backed off as soon as I heard the startling noise. I heard leaves rustling behind me, so without looking back, I bolted, and ran as fast as I could go, trying to get out of that dark forest. I was going pretty far, when I felt some snake-like thing coil itself around my neck.

I was jerked backwards, and I took a hard fall. I stood up and reared. I felt another thing coil itself around my left front leg, and another around my other front leg. I collapsed, and I felt something touch me, it felt like a human hand. The thing tied my four legs together, and I was helpless.

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Indescribable

by Warhorse
(Texas)


Horses.
I'll never understand exactly how they make me feel the way I do.
I'll never find a word that describes the feeling of running bareback across the pasture as one with a half ton animal. There isn't a word perfect enough. Or even a thousand words strung together that could equal that. Magic is the closest. And it's not even that. It's something so simple, and yet so hard to grasp. All I know is that I never want to be parted from it.
The silky mane, flowing in the wind, the tail held high,the strong back, the long neck, long perfect legs that carry this beautiful animal called the horse as if it were floating across the prairie. No, beautiful isn't good enough. Majestic? Maybe that would do.
I wish God could describe horses. Then they would be done justice. In Job 39:19-25 God speaks of the horse...
"Do you give strength to the horse?
Do you adorn his neck with a mane?
Do you make him leap like a locust?
His proud snorting fills one with terror.
He paws in the valley and rejoices in his strength ;
He charges into battle.
He laughs at fear, since he is afraid of nothing;He does not run from the sword. A quiver rattles at his side, along with a flashing spear and a lance. He charges ahead with trembling rage; he can not stand still at the trumpet's sound.
When the trumpet blasts, he snorts defiantly.
He smells the battle from a distance; he hears the officer's shouts and the battle cry."
Horses fill me with so many emotions all at once, there really is no words to perfectly describe it.
Freedom, peace,joy, understanding, endurance, love, happiness,bliss;the feeling I can conquer anything. When I ride, it's not just our bodies and our minds that connect. My heart and theirs become one. One body, one mind and one heart, together unstoppable.

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Runaway

by hoofbeats
(Australia)


Part One: The Accident

Joy pumped through my veins as I galloped my Arabian mare across our pasture and through the creek.

"This is the best place to be right now," I whispered to my white Arabian who I had named Destiny. I had bought her at an auction and she had been so wild so no one else could gentle her, only me.

"Jessica, dinner is ready!" Amber, my little sister yelled from the house, disturbing my ride.

"Coming!" I yelled. "Give me five minutes."

I gently shifted my weight onto Destiny's back and whispered canter. Destiny slowed on command.

"Wait a minute," I thought, "How in the world could I have heard Amber call me when I was galloping?"

Then I remembered that she had a really big voice and could scream and yell really loud.

We cantered up to the pasture fence and halted next to the barn gate. I hopped off and led Destiny through the gate into our barn.

When I finished feeding and settling Destiny in her stall, I said, "Good night, girl." She nickered in return as I closed the barn door.

I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, dodging the old lawn mowers and many other things that Dad had to fix for his clients because he was an odd-job man.

Now, I had reached the backdoor of our one-storey house.

"You just made it Jessica!" Amber announced as I washed my hands and sat down at the table opposite her. Dad had already started on the massive roast chicken with gravy and vegetables. My mouth all of a sudden watered.

And Mom? Well, she had died in a car accident two years ago. She had been the one who had taught me everything that she knew about horses. Mom had gotten a reputation as being the best horse gentler in the whole country, but I think she was the best in the whole world! After she died, we sold our big ranch and all our horses.

I stabbed a piece of chicken in my mouth. In the meantime, Amber had already started a conversation with Dad. But I am really never of any help.

Part Two: A Black and White Discovery

I woke up when the sun hadn't even had time to show it's face. It was only five in the morning and the sun was already late.

I changed quickly into some jeans, boots and a faded bright green t-shirt.

"It was really good that Amber had bought new t-shirts for the school year," I thought.

On my way outside, I passed the kitchen. I saw that Amber must have been up really early because she had made sausage rolls but they still had a bit of warmth to them.

I took two sausage rolls and a bag of treats for Destiny and stuffed the bag in my pocket. Then I headed outside while eating my early morning snack.

As I neared the pasture, I heard a nicker.

"Morning girl," I greeted my horse. "Wait," I thought as I swallowed the last bit of my sausage rolls, "I put Destiny in the barn but the nicker came from the pasture," I muttered.

I ran the rest of the way to the fence. It was not Destiny I found but a paint horse!

"What?" I gasped, "How did you get in there?" I asked the paint. I studied the paint a little bit more. He was a little bit more smaller than Destiny. He only had a dirty coat but I could still see that he was a paint.

"So you must have run away?" I came to the conclusion.

Destiny's nicker brought me back to the present. "Coming girl!" I told her and dashed into the barn and grabbed a lead rope, a halter and a bucket of oats for the paint. But before I did, I gave her one of Amber's horsey treats.

"School starts tomorrow so I might be able to find out whose horse this is." I planned while I walked to the pasture fence and ducked through the railings.

"It's OK, boy." I said quietly as I walked a few meters towards him. He stood under the oak tree looking with fear and confusion in his eyes. I could see it. His fear won him over and he bolted and galloped around the pasture doing massive circles around me.

But as soon as he saw that I was just standing there and not doing anything that was going to harm him, he slowed down to a canter then a trot, a walk, and finally a halt.

We just stood there for a good five minutes looking at each other. Me, planning what to do next with him. And the Paint? He was most likely deciding what to do with me.

I put down a bucket of oats at my feet. He takes a step forward. He kept on going until he was right in front of the bucket. He lowers his head to eat the small amount of oats in the black feed bucket. He lifted his head looking around for more.

"Sorry boy." I said as I turned my back to him. I lifted my arms to be horizontal with my shoulders (like a 'T' shape). I started walking towards the barn. Soon I heard a soft thump-thud, thump-thud. My heart rejoiced but I didn't turn around. We continued until I reached the pasture fence.

"Good boy!" I praised him and gave him a treat. Then I remembered the lead rope and halter that I had left next to the black bucket in the middle of the pasture.

"Stay here, buddy." I told the Paint as I jogged to the bucket. But I didn't need to worry because he dropped his head to graze.

Half an hour later, I had gotten Destiny and the paint together in the pasture. She kicked up a bit of a fuss though, but she seemed to have settled down already. I still had to do my barn chores so I set out to work.

Soon, I had finished and looked around with a satisfied smile. Then I walked up to breakfast.

"So Jessica what have you been doing up so early?" Amber asked as I sat down at the table.

"She must have seen me and I didn't see her." I thought. "Oh, well I found another horse in our pasture!" I said hoping like it happened every day.

Amber's spoon clattered to the ground. "What did you just say Jess?" She asked with her mouth open wide.

"Did you just say that there is another horse besides Destiny in the pasture?" Dad asked with the same reaction as Amber's.

"Yeah Dad, it's a paint gelding. I also already decided that I might be able to find his owner at school tomorrow." I said hoping that it sounded like a good idea.

"Yeah OK, but I want to see it straight after breakfast," Dad said.

"Him." I corrected. "But I also need to go to the feed store," I said trying to make an excuse.

"But I thought the hay man was coming today?" Amber said wanting to take part in the conversation.

"Yeah, that's right. But I need a few other things." I explained.

"OK, I can take you but I'm going to see this horse first," Dad said and the tone of his voice said that it was final.

"Okay," I mutter.

"So Dad, are you going to look a the paint?" I asked him as he entered the garage. "Oh, sure I forgot about that!"

We both walked down to the barn in silence. As we neared the fence, we saw the horses cantering around the pasture with their tails up high like flags of freedom, heads up high and a sparkle of excitement in their eyes.

"Wow." Dad breathed.

I sighed a sigh of relief. it was really good that the paint was making a good impression on him. It almost looked like they were cantering in slow motion.

"So Dad, can we please go to the feed store?" I asked after a few minutes of watching the horses.

"Sure, hop in the truck." Was the reply from my awestruck Dad...

"I'll see you when you get home!" Dad said cheerily as I loaded the pellets up in the truck.

"OK, thanks Dad!" I shouted above the roar of the engine of our cattle truck. I mounted my bike and we rode off in different directions. I was off to my job.

The only two reasons why I had gotten the job as a mucker was:

1. to be around horses, and
2. to earn money to keep Destiny in feed.

I rode up the driveway that led to the Collin's stables. But I knew that Lissara Collin would be there to tease me...

Part Three: Like a Fox

"What are you doing here?" Lissara frowned at me as I walked out of the posh tack room at the 'Collin's Stables'. She always reminded me of a fox with her red hair and green eyes.

"What do you think? I'm here to muck out stalls?" I snapped as I picked up the pitchfork and dumped it in the wheelbarrow.

"But you were meant to come at 6am not nine." Lissara challenged me. But I was ready for it.

"Your brother told me to come at nine," I said through gritted teeth. I wished that she would go away. I started on the first stall. Lucky for me, Lissara got bored of me and went to see a friend.

"Lissara would probably be in a few of my classes when I started school here," I thought as I shoveled some more manure.

It took me about 1 1/2 hours to clean all the stalls. But I didn't mind that much because I got paid for it.

Suddenly, I remembered that I had to go to the stable office to see Mr. Collin as I would only be able to muck out stalls in the afternoon after school.

"Good morning, Mr. Collin." I said in my best job voice as I entered the stable office.

"Hello Jessica, how may I help you?" Mr. Collin's voice came from behind the desk.

"Um, I came to ask If I could only work in the afternoons?" I said as I took a step forward.

Mr. Collin's head looked at me over the top of the desk.

"But I will still do all the stalls," I assured him.

Mr. Collin frowned, "OK, then. But you must be here 3:30 sharp," he said in a strict tone. "Every after noon on weekdays, like it's always been," he added.

"Thank you very much! That will fit into my schedule perfectly!" I smiled.

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Me and Slim Against the World

by Regan
(USA)


Part One


I let out a sigh as I walk out to the bus stop. My sweet strawberry roan paint gelding, Slim lets out a nicker to me. I give him a kiss on the muzzle as the bus pulls to a stop in front of my house. The doors open and I climb up the stairs.

"Morning hunny," says Miz Mikki the bus driver.

I scan the bus for my best friend Bridget, then my heart drops. Bridget is sitting next to a girl with long blonde hair and a face of makeup. Bridget looks up and sees me. When she does, her face falls.

"Oh, hi Kelly," says Bridget in a monotone voice.

"Hey Bri," I say trying to stay calm, "Who's this?"

"Oh," says the blonde, "I'm Heather."

"Cool," I say, "Bridget, did you bring my lunch money?"

"Um-"

"Kelly!" says Heather, "I didn't know you couldn't afford lunch!"

"Um... I can afford lunch. Bridget and I just take turns paying for lunch," I say confused.

"Oopsies," says Heather, "I guess I jumped to conclusions after seeing your outfit choices."

My face flushes red I clench my fists. "So... my lunch money," I ask impatiently, "Um... sorry K, I forgot to bring you some money today." Tears swell up in my eyes and I slide into the seat in front of them.

"Sorry," I hear Bridget say to Heather.

"No," says Heather, "I should be sorry. No one deserves a horrible of a friend as that Kelly girl."

Tears stream down my face and my body shakes ever so slightly. I miss the old Bri.

*After School*

The second the bus pulls up to my house I'm out of my seat and running into the house. I throw my backpack on the kitchen floor and grab an apple before running out to the pasture. Slim trots over to the fence.

"Hey gorgeous," I whisper to Slim as I slip his bridle over his head and give him the apple. Then I climb the fence and land lightly on Slim's back. Then I give him a small kick and he takes off at a smooth canter.

We reach the other side of the fence. I see two riders approaching Slim and me.

"OMG! Heather, you are so funny!" Squeals a voice.

"You are supes sweet Bridget," squeals the other girl. My stomach does a flip and I grit my teeth.

"Oh Kelly!" Says Heather when she notices me, "Why are you riding bareback?"

"Yeah," says Bridget, "Is it too expensive for you to ride with a saddle?" Both girls cackle. I look forward and pray I won't erupt.

"And your horse!" smirks Heather, "At least I can afford something worth riding." That's it.

"SHUT UP HEATHER!" I scream. "You can insult me all you want but NEVER, insult MY horse."

"Calm down you big baby," says Bridget, "You are being SO immature."

Then my blazing gaze snaps towards Bridget, "And you," I say to Bridget, "Stop acting like you are superior to me cuz you're NOT!"

With that, I kiss to Slim and he takes off leaving Heather and Bridget in the dust.

Part Two

Tears dribble down my face as Slim gallops through the open field. Out of the corner of my eye I see a horse and rider galloping towards me.

"Wait!" Calls a voice.

I pull Slim down to a walk and the other horse breaks to a walk next to us. I look up to see a girl with long straight brown hair and brown eyes.

"Hi," says the girl, "I saw you crying, are you alright?"

I nod and wipe the tears from my face. "I’m fine," I whisper.

The girl, still looking concerned, starts walking away. Her brown draft horse lumbers along. "What’s your name?" I blurt out.

The girl turns around and smiles. "Erica," she says, "What’s your name?"

"I'm Kelly," I answer, "This is my horse Slim."

Erica's smile widens, "This is my horse Royal," she says happily.

"He’s gorgeous," I coo. "Thanks.

Slim is super cute!" Replies Erica.

"Thanks, you’re Slim's new favorite person."

Erica giggles and then her face grows serious.
"Tell me why you were crying," she pleads with me.

I bite my lip and say, "My ex-BFF and her new BFF have been making my life miserable all day."

Erica pats my arm and then her eyes widen and she suddenly jerks her hand away.

"What is it?" I ask.

"Is your ex-BFF named Bridget?"

My face drains of color, "How’d you know?" I ask. Erica sighs and says, "Because Heather is my sister."

"Woah!" I cry, "You really connected some dots."

She nodded and said, "Heather brought over new friend Bridget yesterday, and Bridget was complaining about a girl named Kelly." I nod and there is silence for a moment.

"So Heather is your sister?" I ask finally.

"Yup," says Erica, "Heather is my fraternal twin. I call her Heather-Bad-Weather. I know. It’s stupid."

I laugh. "It really isn’t," I reassure Erica.

She smiles.

Then I ask, "Hey, wanna come over?"

Erica says, "I’d love to."

Part Three

*One Week Later*

"Quiet down girls!" Whispers my mom.

"Sorry!" Erica and I whisper in unison. We giggle and go back to our conversation.

"Okay," I say, "We really need to practice jumping, Slim’s muscle tone is not good." Erica nods and we continue to talk about our lovely horses before heading out to ride.

Slim eagerly waits by the gate for me as Erica and I go to catch our horses. "Hey sweet boy!" I say to him. I give him a kiss and slip the royal blue halter over his head.

We lead both horses into the barn and clip them onto the crossties. I take a rubber curry comb and loosen the dirt on his strawberry roan and white patched coat. Then I take a hard brush and brush the dirt away all together.

After about 10 more minutes I’m on Slim’s back. I adjust my stirrups and tighten by girth. Then, we head out to the field to start jumping. Our warm-up was getting to the jumps that Erica and I had set up for us to use (and Bridget and Heather - we had to share).

When we get out there know one is there. So Erica and I start jumping. I take the crossrail we had made from large branches. Three, two, one, up! I think to myself as Slim approaches and soars over the jump.

"Good boy!" I tell him as I pat his neck.

"Oh no," I hear Erica say. I turn and see Bridget and Heather riding towards us.

"Hi," says Heather in a sweet-as-pie voice, "I didn’t know they let horrible riders like you guys even near a horse!" Bridget and Heather cackle and I see Erica roll her eyes.

"Anyways," says Bridget, "King and Fiona are twinning!" She motions to the horses matching periwinkle saddle pads and polo wraps.

"Lovely," I say in a monotone voice. I have Slim trot around the jumps while Bridget and her bay thoroughbred mare, Fiona, approach the largest jump and Fiona clears it easily.

"And that’s how you jump!" says Heather in a smug voice. Then Heather steers King, her palomino Hanoverian gelding towards the jump. They soar over the jump. "Bye losers!" cries Heather as she and Bridget ride off.

Part Four

*The Next Day*

Beep! Beep! Beep! I open my eyes and brush the hair out of my face as I look at the alarm clock. The clock reads 6:00 am. Time to get up.

I pull myself out of bed and quickly throw on some clothes. I then race down the stairs and into the kitchen. I run out into the yard and I see Slim waiting impatiently for his breakfast.

"I'm coming boy," I tell him as I bring his bucket of grain. He chows down and I smile. I then do a few barn chores and finally come inside for breakfast.

I sit down and eat some scrambled eggs and toast. I then drink some OJ and head out to the bus stop. When the bus pulls to a stop I climb on. I when I go to my usual seat, Erica isn’t there.

"She’s sick," says Heather matter-of-factly when she notices my distress. I grumble and lean back into my seat as the bus pulls to a stop in front of another house. A girl with wavy auburn hair and big blue eyes walks onto the bus. She scans the bus and when she sees me she smiles and sits down next to me.

"Hi," she says brightly, "I’m Annabelle. Who are you?"

"I’m Kelly. Are you new?"

Annabelle smiles, "Yeah, we just moved in this weekend."

I keep talking to Annabelle for the entire ride. I tell her about Heather and Bridget. She listens attentively and is very nice. I think we are going to be good friends.

When I get home from school I can’t find Slim. I open up my phone and call Erica.

"Erica!" I cry into the phone, "I can’t find Slim!"

"I’m coming," she says and then she hangs up. In 10 minutes Erica and Royal are over at my house.

"Hop on!" Yells Erica as I climb onto Royals back. We head out in search for my horse.

"I don’t see him anywhere!" I cry after thirty minutes.

"Wait!" says Erica, "Look over there!" I turn and see two riders. One of them is on Slim! Heather is riding King and I expect to see Bridget on Slim, but it isn’t her. It’s... Annabelle.

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The Ambush Creek Gang: The Secret of the Old Tower

by Hoofbeats
(Australia)


Chapter One


Hoofbeats. Hoofbeats. That gentle thudding sound which God had made the beating of horse’s hooves to sound like.

I sat to Bounty’s bouncy canter. She was my 14hh bay pony mare. I had always wanted to have a showjumping horse but I struggled to save up enough to even pay for even good jumping tack.

My BFF, Victoria Snow rode her big showjumping gelding, Red Hawk or Hawk for short.

We slowed down to a walk as we completed our second lap of the Snow’s sand arena.

*Later*

“Are you ready for tomorrow?” Victoria asked as we hosed down our horses.

“Of course I am!” I replied with a playful smile. We had gotten permission from our parents to take a camping trip on my family’s 2000 acre property with Victoria’s older and younger brothers and my younger sister, brother and older bro. And to top it off, I would be turning 14!

Together, we formed The Ambush Creek Gang. We had named ourselves that because we lived near a beautiful creek called Ambush Creek.

*The next morning*

Early morning sun rays danced over my 20-acre pasture as I slipped Bounty’s navy blue halter over her beautifully carved head.

I soon had her tacked up in full costume. My older brother Robert jogged up with our new horse, Spitfire. He tied the chestnut gelding’s black lead rope to the fence next to Bounty.

After we had finished, we rode up to the house to pick up Susannah , my younger sister, and Frederick my younger brother.

My tall mother came over to us with a glowing face.

“Aren’t you forgetting something honey?” She smiled.

“No Ma’am.” I shook my head. I sensed something was up. Besides, Susannah was nowhere in sight.

Mum yelled, “Come!”

I waited for her to jog up the driveway and lead the way but instead Susannah appeared leading a gorgeous and gleaming black gelding. He had a stunning white blaze and a sock on his left hind leg.

He was tacked in a middle coloured blue saddle pad with dark blue trimmings, an elegant black jumping saddle and a classy ebony bridle.

I looked at mum confused.

“Happy 14th Birthday Mariha! He’s yours!” My family cheered. I hugged mum from the saddle. She’s that tall.

“Thank you!” I whispered into her sweet smelling neck.

My eyes filled with tears of thankfulness as I grinned at my family. I would have loved for my father to be here, but he was a detective and was away solving a case.

I took the stunning gelding for a quick round over the jumps in the sand arena. Everything about him was breathtaking.

“So, what are you going to name him?” Susannah asked with a curious look on her face. I had been studying a lot about Sir Edward Pellew with Victoria as a school project. I glanced down from the saddle at my new horse.

“I’ll call him Sir Edward Pellew and Edward for short.” I announced to my family.

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Djinda

by Romaine
(Devon, UK)

part of Golden Wonder's herd

part of Golden Wonder's herd

Chapter 1


Djinda was born on a cold, stormy night. It couldn't have been a worse night to be born. Her mother, Golden Wonder, gave birth in a cave, near the hilltops of the Canteanne Mountains. There was a valley about a mile from there, where the rest of the herd were.

Golden Wonder decided to give birth in this secret spot as it was nice and sheltered. Probably the biggest reason she gave birth alone, was that she naturally was a loner. she had come from one of the far mountains, alone. She wasn't actually a mustang like most of the wild herds here. She was a Brumby, but she wasn't any old color. She was a gold palomino, with a silver mane and tail. Djinda was the first of her foals to take after the gold palomino coat. Other than that, Djinda looked nothing like her. She had a black mane and tail, but the end of both her mane and tail were gold.

As the storm got weaker, Djinda got stronger. She was already up, and had taken a few trembling steps. Golden Wonder pushed her on, knowing in herself that she needed to take her foal back to the herd. Djinda fell down, again. As Golden Wonder nosed her up, she sensed something was coming. She stiffened. Then, as a bolt of lightning struck down, she realized who it was. It was Bel Bel, her sister. Bel Bel nickered, knowing that Golden Wonder had given birth.

"Golden," she called. "Is that your foal?"
"Yes, it's a filly," Golden Wonder nickered back, "I've named her Djinda."
Bel Bel entered the cave and nosed Djinda. "Hello Djinda, I'm Bel Bel."

Djinda took a frightened, wobbly step back. Djinda pressed her body against her dam's. Golden Wonder nosed Djinda, and said, "Don't be shy, darling. She is your aunty. You can't be afraid of your aunty!"

"Hello," Djinda whispered, nervously.

Djinda hid her head behind her dam's hind leg. Golden Wonder nudged her forward and whispered,
'Don't be shy! You need to be strong like the wind! Your life depends on it,' Djinda looked up. 'What's the wind?'

Chapter 2


Golden Wonder trotted towards the entrance of the cave. The storm had blown itself out although it was still raining. She nickered for Djinda to follow her.

As Golden Wonder trotted quickly across the open plain, the wind suddenly picked up, tossing her mane upwards. The sky seemed to open and the huge water droplets fell, quickly soaking the horses. Crack! A bolt of lightning streaked to earth. Djinda snorted in fear.
'Aaaaahhh!'
'Goldie!'
'Mommy!'
Golden Wonder was lying on her side, completely still. Djinda nosed her neck. 'Mommy! Wake up!'

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Firefly and the Mustang Makover

by Kat
(NC)


I’m SO excited! I’m going to bring a mustang home! I can’t wait. It's my first time, but I will be entering the mustang into a competition called "Mustang Makeover" where some people go, get a mustang, and have 90 days to train them and gain the horse's trust, then perform the trust at the competition. You get money if you win, but I don't care about that. If you want you, you can adopt the mustang, or let someone else adopt the horse.

“Mom! Can we go now?! I want to get a good mustang, so we need to get there early.”

“Coming Josie,” Mom said coming out of the kitchen, “go check and make sure the trailer is hitched properly before we leave.”

I wheeled and was about to rush out the door when I stopped. “Hey mom? I don’t really like the idea of forcing a scared horse into a dark trailer.”

“I know, me either, but we have no choice, so if you want to get there early, hurry up!”

I looked each horse over carefully, leaning eagerly over the fence. All the mustangs had their ears pricked, but they were trembling, so they were frightened of us humans, which was understandable.

My eyes rested on a beautiful bay stallion, who was standing in the back of the group, but there was a look of curiosity on his eyes. Good, just what I want.

“Mom, we’re getting that one.

Day 1
I rubbed my sore legs. I had been standing stock still for over an hour watching the bay. We had taken him home, and let him loose in the round pen, and I was letting him get used to seeing me near him, and used to the round pen.

I watched, waiting for just the right moment when he was relaxed. Now it was time. I moved slowly in, to the middle. He was instantly alert, galloping to as far away from me as he could. I stood in the middle, eyes lowered, arms at my side, and then I murmured, “I’ll call you... Firefly.”

He threw his majestic head at my voice, even though it was low and soothing. Then slowly I raised my arms into a T shape, and stared right into his eyes. He reared, and then took off at a gallop at the edge of the fence around me. I turned in a circle following him with my stare and my body in place.

After a few minutes of galloping, he grew tired and lowered his head submissively.

“Not yet boy.” And I kept him going.

A minute later, he had his head lowered, and was licking his lips, also a submissive sign.

“Alright, I’ll stop.” I lowered my eyes, and my arms, then turned and walked away, hoping he would follow. I smiled when I heard his steady hoof beats. I stopped at the gate, still turned away, then I felt his warm breath tickling my neck. Then I very slowly, turned around to face him, not looking into his eyes, and held out my hand, breathing into his nostrils, a horse greeting.

I was surprised at how quickly he blew back, a friendly sign.

Day 2
The next day I repeated the process. This time with a halter in my hand, which I let Firefly sniff.

I don’t feed treats or feed out of my hand, which would teach him to bite for food. I taught him it was safe to eat out of a bucket on the ground. He’s already learned to let me touch him all over, though he bolted the first time I tried to touch him, and I had to do the submission thing again. If I ever got frustrated, I stopped and gave us both a break, since he can sense my feelings.

“Good boy! Now tomorrow I'm going to rub this sack all over you. Here are your oats, oh, and a treat,” I said, setting the bucket down, and then tossing a treat into it.

I don’t train Firefly with treats, a whip, or by force, but by trust. I only have 90 days to teach him everything, but I don’t rush, he is such a fast learner though! And after, I want to adopt him.

Day 30
“Alright boy, eeeeasy.” I leaned over his back a little further, putting in more weight, then he stomped, with his ears back, so I slid off.

“Goooood boy! You did it!” I gave him a rubdown, which he loves. I'm teaching him not to be scared when I get on his back, or right now, lean over it. Because, naturally, he would bolt, because I'm in his blind spot.

Day 80
On the last week, I did a review on all the things we had learned.

“Alright boy, walk,” he moved easily and gracefully forward. I was riding him without reins, so we had to have good communication, and trust each other greatly.

I taught him how to do all the gaits gracefully, and I could stand on his back.

I also got all my family to help me make him bomb proof, which means we got him not to be scared of loud noises like shouting, or an umbrella in his face. I smiled, that was fun, then Firefly snorted.

“I should be paying more attention, yeah?”

Day 90
The day has come!

I led firefly confidently into the trailer, scratching his cheek. Then we were on our way!

I was so nervous! Hundreds of people were there, including my family.

“Firefly? I may be nervous, but I trust you, you trust me, and we have worked so hard together, so I know it will go OK, even if we don’t win, I can still have you.”

I mounted up and immediately felt at home.

“Let’s show them what we can do," I whispered.

Ahead of me, the indoor arena, was scary, there were so many people all around. Everything was silent. I glanced at the judges, and one of them grinned at me. I took a deep breath and began. First, I performed the different gaits, and then the sidepass.

I watched Firefly for any signs of stress, there was none. Then I grinned, sending confidence down through the reins, he knew what was next.

To everyone’s surprise, including my family’s, I took off the bridle and performed the gaits for freestyle.

“Good boy! You are so amazing!” Then in the end, I stopped him, and slowly stood up on his back, without reins This was something I had not done before, I was trusting that he would trust me. He stood perfectly still. The crowd erupted in applause! I dismounted, and walked into through the gate, him following me.

“Good boy! You hear that? They are cheering for you!”

I gave him some carrots, and then walked him over to the gate with the rest of the riders listening to see who the winner was.

“And the winner is...” Everything was quiet.

“Josie on Firefly!” the screaming and clapping almost drowned out what he said next, “for their amazing trust and communication to each other! Congratulations!”

I praised Firefly, and then led him out, with the adoption money in hand to the judge. The friendly judge came down from the stand and asked, “Are you planning on adopting Firefly?” he said, stroking Firefly’s forehead. “I would be sad to see such a perfect pair broken up.”

“Oh yes sir, here is the money.”

“I think the prize money will pretty much cover the cost.”

"Oh I’m so happy! Thank you!” I said hugging Firefly. “We’ll always be together,” I whispered to Firefly.

“I hope you will come again sometime Josie, you have a gift with horses.”

“Thank you sir, I definitely will.”

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Chasing Dreams

by DJ


"Okay, lets go." Christina Waters whispered as she led her dapple grey hanoverian gelding, Sterling, from the stall.

"Mom is going to kill me if she finds out we were riding at midnight," she said to her horse as she mounted up bareback. "But let's not worry and enjoy our ride," she grinned and asked her horse for a walk.

"No helmet, no saddle, and the best part it's still dark out," she whispered to Sterling grinning.

She squeezed him into a canter and took off across the empty pasture. "This is amazing!" She exclaimed as her brunette hair blew in the wind.

"You're enjoying this too, aren't you?" She asked Sterling patting his soft grey neck. "No galloping tonight though, I can't see the ground and I don't want you getting hurt." She shortened her reins and turned him back the opposite direction.

"We better head back to the barn," she thought as she slowed him to a trot.

As she arrived at the barn, she dismounted and led Sterling quietly to his stall, a grin covering her face. She led him in and unbridled him.

"You're not sweaty so I'll just run the hard brush over you," she mumbled as she began brushing off his silvery coat. Setting down the brush, she kissed his soft muzzle.

"Did you enjoy your ride?"

Chris looked up to see her Mom standing in front of the stall, her arms crossed.

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My horse is learning

by Sophia
(Stx usvi)


The title makes it sounds like my horse is wild. But, it's not. First, this is not my horse I'm renting it. So, my horse is 22 years old and he is Stubborn. It's old so sometimes so he is just well lazy or tiered. He is very sweet. But, when I tell him to turn he stops (he also has problems on tight turns but that's not the problem). Then last week I went to ride my horse. And guess what! He did everything I said. He got better on his trotting. I'm just so proud of him. We walked in the south pasture. I hope my next class he does just as good.

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Fever

by Aspen
(WY, USA)

Fever

Fever

If one day I happen to get a racehorse, definitely his name would be Fever or Shooting Magma, but probably Fever because I absolutely love the song by Adam Lambert. It's one of my favorites.

Fever would be bright red, with 3 white legs, and of course he would WIN the Triple Crown. He would be different from the other race horses--instead of a plain halter or saddle blanket, he would have a glittery red and white one and a beautiful braid down his tail. He would be beautiful, unique and different.

He would be fast but not too terribly fast at the first part of the Kentucky Derby. He would hold back, well at least the jockey would, and at the Preakness Stakes he would do the same. Only, he would climb faster to the lead.

And finally 3 weeks later, the Belmont stakes--the last race, the longest race in history (I think, LOL), he would be excited but terrified at the same time.

He will want to win just as bad as the jockey does, to run and finally stretch his wings over the race track in New York City. The trumpets will sound and his legs will shake. He will want to get out of those gates so bad.

And finally, when the gates break, he would take the lead. I will have sworn he has wings and his hooves smoke over the track. He will fight to the lead, with me out in the crowd sweating bullets, so scared that his career as a racehorse would end today with a bad fall.

But I will be lucky, he is already going around turn two, the home run, the longest part of the race the stretch, with the other horses fighting for the lead.

But that won't stop old Fever. He will want that pride of being the Triple Crown Winner and will cross the finish line. The crowd will go wild as the jockey does a 3 pumped fist and Fever poses and trots to the winning circle.

In his eyes, you will see he is proud, happy, and if you look really close you will see all the famous racehorse spirits encircling him.

The beautiful roses will be his to keep. He knew he could do it and that is why he didn't stop.

And in that night, as everyone celebrates, I will walk out to the barn, say hi to Fever and rub his head dearly as he whinnies the echo of a champion, far and out of the stable.

He is a winner, a real winner.

After the winning the Triple Crown, he will retire and live the rest of his life in a big field.

And like all other famous racehorses, he will become history after her passes away in the year 2027. And in that same year, another beautiful bright red colt will be born--his son.

And in the colt's eyes you would see the same spark that kept Fever going. He will have what his father had--the winning streak, and his name will be Sure Fire Winner.

And Yes, he will be a winner. He will win the Triple Crown like his father did.

Author's Note:
I hope I could live this someday. By the way, tell me if it's good or bad? Thanks.

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Chasing the Blue Ribbon (true story)

by Tess


I woke up to a beeping alarm clock that read six am. I stumbled out of my bed and to my closet pulling out my competition clothes: white breeches, a white riding competition shirt, and my navy show jacket. After tugging on my gleaming tall English boots, I put my gloves in my riding jacket pocket. After freshening up in the bathroom, I tied my hair in a low bun and put my gloves on because my hands were cold. Nerves crept through my entire body thinking of the upcoming competition. My mom rubbed my shoulder as I passed through the kitchen. I couldn't keep still as I ate my unappetizing piece of PB&J toast. I was constantly thinking about what was to come.

My eyes kept meeting the clock, and I kept telling my parents to hurry up. Finally they were ready, and I scrambled into the car, grabbing my helmet on the way. As we drove, my heart sped up randomly. I was so nervous about falling off or making a stupid mistake that I didn't even realize when we arrived at the stables. I hopped out of the car and jogged toward the welcoming big wood doors. I flung them open and surged to greet my horse, Casey. He was a chestnut Thoroughbred with white markings on his loving face. He nickered excitedly as I slipped his worn black halter on. He knew what was going on.

I had bathed him the day before, so he was shining like chestnut colored silk. His tail floated behind him like a puff of cotton candy, and I braided his mane nicely. I gave him a quick groom and loaded him up into the trailer. My trainer closed the trailer doors and got in the car, me at her heels like a dog. Now the butterflies in my stomach were really acting up. I didn't want to let Casey or my trainer down. When we arrived, the place was packed. I weaved through the crowds with Casey, who was getting rambunctious from all of the commotion. I clipped him in a pair of cross ties in the tack hall, and stroked him, calming him down. I knew he could feel my nerves, so I took some deep breaths and settled down a bit.

Casey's tack sat beautifully on him as I admired the careful job I had done. He raised his neck and raised his tail, posing for me. I laughed and hugged him. Whatever was coming, I could get through it with Casey by my side. When it was our turn to compete, we trotted in a small circle, and picked up our canter, I could feel his eagerness so I gave him a half halt and sat a little deeper into the saddle. We approached the first jump, and his ears pricked as we flew over it. He gave a grunt and we cantered on. We looped around and jumped the next jump which was an oxer. I heard his hoof nick the rail, and I tensed, but no thump came so that meant the rail hadn't fallen. Scattered claps reached my ears as I drove him on into a faster canter.

He snorted and flew over the next jumps with ease. I couldn't help but smile as we rounded the corner. The last jump was the highest, measuring four feet. I took a deep breath and counted my strides. One two, tree, four, up! We lifted up and I leaned into my two-point. We seemed to hang in the air for a while, flying. We made the birds seem lame as we soared. His hoofs finally met the ground, shattering our short flight. I smiled wide, so relieved we had cleared all of the jumps in good time. We slowed to a trot and the crowd cheered. When we were out of the ring I gave Casey treats, hugs and kisses, which he accepted gratefully. When it was time to announce the winners of the ribbons, I tensed.

Casey seemed to tense as well as two people gathered up the ribbons to hand out. When they called my name I was confused. I didn't really hear what they had said, but when a blue ribbon was placed on Caseys bridle, I could hardly believe it. I gave Casey more and more praise and treats as we accepted hugs and 'good jobs' from family and friends. As I untacked, I felt so extremely grateful to have Casey. I patted him and looked as his blue ribbon.
"We're done chasing blue. For now." I told him. He snorted and bobbed his head as if to say; "For now."



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The Filly from Snowy River

by hoofbeats


Here is a poem that I've written about a young filly who only lives in my imagination right now. I will hopefully write many more and they will basically tell her story and adventures.

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The Filly from Snowy River


The wild filly roams
Where the snowy river flows
Her heart is always free
'Cause she's a wild brumby.

She runs in the breeze,
Flying it almost seems
At the scent of other horses her nostrils do quiver
She's the filly from snowy river.

Her coat shines like the sun
While through the sun set she does run
Her mane flows like silk
'Cause she's the filly from snowy river.

I need a name for the filly so please go ahead and give me all you've got!

The Adventures of Joey Hunter: The Filly From Snowy River (Book One)


Meet the Characters:

Misty - one of the main characters. She is a palomino filly with four stockings and a stunning blaze running down the center of her face.

Joey Hunter or Joe for short - The second main character, he lives with his family in the Snowy Mountains.

Summer Skies or Summer for short - Misty's mother. She is also the lead mare of her herd.

Blue Legend - one of Misty's best friends. He is also Joey's trusty bay mountain horse.

Freedom's Call- Misty's father.

Chapter One

Wind howled through the cracks and crevices of the rocky cliffs as a brumby mare lay in a warm and sheltered cave near Mist Falls.

She shifted herself to lick her new born foal, a beautiful palomino filly. "I'll name you Misty because you were born near Misty falls," she nickered.

A boy of about 16 years of age sat in the corner. He gently stood up and crept over to the palomino mare, "Good job Summer Skies."

Misty: I snuggled into the warm sand as I leaned against my mother's side, "Misty, try to stand up" Summer encouraged.

I looked up at her. It felt to comfortable down here. But with a firm nudge from my mother I made up my mind to obey.

I struggled with my front legs and then my back ones. I fell into a crumpled heap on the sandy floor. It took me three more tries until I finally stood on my wobbly legs.

My mother and I stayed in Misty Valley for about three days until she became anxious to be under the protection of my father with the rest of my herd.

I was sad to leave the bubbling brooks, the cheery bird songs and the peacefulness of Misty Valley, but I soon discovered that natures song was playing all over the Snowy Mountains.

My wise mother led the way through the bush. I noticed that she went so quietly, this made me wonder why. So I asked her.

"My mother taught me to go silently through the bush because we palomino horses are prized by the bush men. I will teach you as long as you keep it as a life-long weapon against the bush men."

"Sure I will!" So she gave me my first lesson on how to walk silently. Of course there was much needed practice but with patience I learned the first steps.

After some time I became very tired, so under Summer's suggestion we stopped at a small but clear creek. I began to sip the refreshing water but I was startled to see another horse in the creek. I jumped back in fright.

"No honey. Everything is fine." Summer nickered, "It's only your reflection in the water!"

"Oh," I said realizing my dumb mistake.

I looked again, my reflection showed again.

Suddenly I noticed how pretty I looked. I couldn't help but admire myself.

Soon we were on our way. But soon a howl sounded in the distance.

What was that? I panicked looking at my mother.

Please comment to tell me if you want more or if there are things that I can improve my writing with! Thanks for reading!

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The horse of my heart

by Annie and Keeper


Chapter One

"Goodbye Ace, I'll never forget you." I whispered to my black Morgan/Quarter horse.

Holding back a sob, I handed the blue lead rope over to a little girl with a bouncy brown ponytail and bold green eyes.

"I'll take great care of him!" She exclaimed kissing the horse.

I just nodded unable to speak as the girl's father loaded my best friend into the trailer.

"Have fun in your new home, Ace! I'll miss you!" I choked as the trailer door shut. I had sold my best friend and now I had to say goodbye.

My name is Ashley Strong. I have dark brown hair and brown eyes. That was a year ago. I haven't seen Ace since that day.

Every time I think about him, I think back to the reason we had to sell my horse--he was too expensive. I moved from that town eight months ago and I thought that not seeing the old barn would help. It didn't. To be truthful, it only made it worse.

The day my life changed was Thursday, July 18th 2016. I was at the barn where I worked and rode cleaning a stall when a horse trailer pulled up the driveway. I set down my pitchfork and headed outside to see who it was.

A woman in her late 30's was talking to the barn owner while undoing the door to the back of the trailer.

"We must have a new horse," I thought to myself.

A loud kick jerked me from my musing. The woman was now leading a black horse, dirty and wild looking from the trailer. The whites of his eyes were showing and his ears were laid back.

Now actually paying attention, I noticed what it said on the side of the trailer. "Silver Creek horse and pony rescue."

"Ashley, can you take him to the empty paddock?" The owner, Lisa Simmons asked.

"Sure." I said and started towards the beautiful animal. He jerked his head in my direction suddenly calming under my touch.

"Hey there, handsome boy. I'm going to take you to that paddock and get you something to eat. How does that sound?"

I led him slowly towards the paddock next to the barn. I went inside and unclipped the halter. The horse trotted a few feet away but then stopped watching me as I closed the gate.

"I'll be back with some food alright?"

Chapter Two

"Here you are," I told the horse placing a bucket of corn on the ground. I also brought an extra grooming kit. "You could use a good cleaning. That is if you let me."

He slowly investigated the corn while watching me the whole time. A couple minutes later, he began eating.

"Good boy," I whispered. "Just make sure you don't bolt your feed." Once the bucket was empty he began nosing it over, looking for more.

"Sorry," I told the horse and slowly extending my hand for him to smell. "You're not as wild as they say, huh? You remind me of my old horse." I whispered stroking his neck.

"Now, how about getting you cleaned up?" I picked out a curry comb and held it up for him to see and smell. He jerked his head up and trotted over to the other side of the paddock, the whites of his dark brown eyes showing.

"Whoa... It's okay boy," I said softly. "We won't do this right now, I guess." I took the grooming kit and headed out of the paddock.

"I have to go now," I say quietly as my Mom pulls up in her car. "I'll see you tomorrow."

With a wave, I head up to the barn.

Chapter Three

"Good morning, boy!" I sang as I headed from the car and straight to his paddock. He lifted his head from a pile of hay Julia must have given to him.

"I think we need to find a name for you. How about Ace? That was my horse's name. You look kind of like him besides the dirt and wildness. You don't have a little white sock like he did but I can still call you that."

The horse stood watching me. I grinned and sat on the fence watching him. "I haven't been this happy in over a year," I thought to myself.

"How about you try and groom him today?" I looked to my left to see Julia standing there watching Ace.

"I'm calling him Ace for now, is that alright?"

"Sure." Julia nodded watching me. "That was the name of your old horse, wasn't it?"

I nodded trying to hold back tears. He was gone and there was no way I would see him again.

"Surely, he was being spoiled by a little ten-year old girl with carrots and grooming." I thought to myself as I watched Ace.

I hopped off of the fence and took the grooming kit Julia handed me.

"Hey, don't get to attached okay? We may find he isn't cut out for the lesson program." Julia smiled trying to soften her words.

I nodded and slowly made my way over to Ace.

"Hey Ace, I'm gonna groom you today, alright?"

He bobbed his head in response. Slowly but surely, I began currying his filthy coat. Under all this, he was really a pretty horse.

After a thorough currying, I took the hard brush and began grooming his legs which were drenched in muck. Humming my favorite song as I worked, I noticed something black in the dirt.

"Uh-oh. I hope you don't have any bugs of some sort." I said to him and started brushing a bit harder.

I started noticing something white underneath. The harder I brushed, I realized the black stuff was some sort of ink or paint. A little white sock showed under the black.

Chapter Four

"Ace..." I whispered in awe, too choked up to move. "Ace of Spades," I said remembering his show name. He perked up and nuzzled me a little bit.

Tears flooded my eyes. "It's you! Ace, it's really you!" I exclaimed throwing my arms around his neck and burying my face in his sleek, now clean mane.

"Julia!" I called still sobbing like a baby.

She came running out. "What's wrong?"

"It's Ace. My old horse, Ace." I whispered.

She looked at him. "How do you know, Ashely? It could be any black horse."

He has a sock that was painted over... and..." I choked on my words, "he acts just like him. I know it's him, there's no doubt."

Julia just stared at me smiling. "Well, there's only one way to really find out. Go for a ride!"

I grinned, tears running down my face. I had my horse back and nothing else mattered.

Chapter Five

"Why on earth would he be in a rescue?" I asked a few hours later.

I was sitting in a chair in the office of the barn. I had just finished riding and taking care of Ace. Julia was barely able to pull me away so we could figure everything out.

"I'm really not sure. I think I'll give that lady from Silver Creek Rescue Center a call," Julia answered picking up the phone.

I sat on pins and needles as Julia spoke. I was standing in Ace's new stall when Julia came from the office looking grim.

"What's wrong?" I asked letting myself out of the stall.

"The young girl you sold him to, her father lost his job a couple months ago. They were forced to sell Ace. They sent him to live in a nearby stable which they had no idea abused their horses.

"Was the name of the barn they sold him to Oakwood Farm?" I asked dread sweeping through me.

"Yes. The owners said you used to board Ace there a couple years ago. Once they found out, we're assuming that was the reason they painted over his sock. About a week ago, Silver Creek found him and took him in. I said I would care for him if I got a discounted price and I'm so glad I did." Julia finished.

Ripples of anger rushed through me. "How dare they hurt him!" I cried.

"It's over now. But why don't we give your Mom a call and work things out for you to board him here for working instead of lessons--working student?" Julia said smiling.

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