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PythonPonyPalaces
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98.75"
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A little different kind of shot, focusing on the bokeh sunset light behind the lovely grey nose of an old retired broodmare....
A little different kind of shot, focusing on the bokeh sunset light behind the lovely grey nose of an old retired broodmare....
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I am extremely pleased with the result of this particular shooting session. It took me several hours worth of work to get this result (and some sore muscles/scratches and bruises the next day!). This ...
I am extremely pleased with the result of this particular shooting session. It took me several hours worth of work to get this result (and some sore muscles/scratches and bruises the next day!). This ...
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 PonyBox News Trending On 22 August 2010 I attended a small practice jumping show. After entering my young horse, Moonfire, in the 60cm and 70cm class I took him home to fetch my brilliant little pony, Tempest, for a friend of mine to ride. Th ...
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6th Apr 2011 |
Horse Fiction |
T W I
Sealah’s breathing was labored and she struggled to maintain her altitude. With each gasp of a breath that was expelled from her lungs she felt that she couldn’t go one flap further. But she did.
Kaodran was right. I am in no condition for flying. But here she was, searching w ...
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The stallion was stuck in a pasture with another horse, a black foal. The foal was lying on the ground but Alexa could tell she was in bad shape. Her bones were sticking out and her eyes were closed.
Alexa hopped out of the golf cart and went into the pasture. She slowly walke ...
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A fictional story my mother wrote for me based on my work with theraputic riding and my first horse Freckles.
He steps forward. The muscles tense and bulge under the tight skin. His compact powerful legs have propelled him over hurdles his whole life. His mother died during ...
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I awoke to a lot of commotion. People were chattering and walking in all directions. My brown eyes scanned around the white tent, people were looking at different horses. No one was looking at me. I reached my head outside the stall door and nickered softly. A shorter man with a ...
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27th Mar 2011 |
Horse Fiction |
Pintie
I headed into the trailer, looking into the dark, dreariness of the inside. Melanie and I were headed to Nationals today and we were going to be preparing in Madison Square Garden for a month before the big day. I looked at the cautious stable hand holding on to my leather brown ...
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25th Mar 2011 |
Horse Fiction |
Artista
This is just a general article for writing better fiction. Some things I have learned while writing 'professionally' and things I've picked up from writers meetings.
I finished writing a fiction/fantasy novel [Gypsy] in 2010-2011 and we're currently working on editing and pub ...
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The truck stopped and the trailer door swung open to reveal light and sunshine. I was so relieved when I saw the golden rays. They reminded me of Arabella's long golden hair. I stepped towards the open door, Joe and another man waited both with leather lead lines which had chains ...
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20th Mar 2011 |
Horse Fiction |
mosquito
The ride wasn’t that long, and when the ramp went down, Dotty couldn’t believe her eyes. It was another track, just like the one she’d left, but it looked like it was a hundred years old. There was moss on the roofs, and the beams were sagging, and trash fluttered around. Horses ...
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18th Mar 2011 |
Horse Fiction |
Candy99
The barn owner said we made a good pair. I got off Pop and put the reins over his head, loosened his girth and fixed the stirrups. I lead him back to the cross-ties and took the saddle, pads and bridle off and put the pads on the fence to dry. I then took Pop down to the wash off ...
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I looked up to see the stream leading to home only yards in front of us. I didn't have enough time to turn before we hit it. I could feel her arm still in the air and I sensed her eyes were closed. I didn't know what to do. Either way I knew she was going to fall. I stopped right ...
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Sweat was pouring down Sandra’s neck and face. She clucked and swung the lasso at the black horse. As a trainer it was her job to make sure all rescue horses were well enough to be handled by teenagers. Mindless teenagers. Ones that will do anything to get out of work and rui ...
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Mary continued where she'd been cut off, "Ashley's parents had just died. I had no idea what to do with a 14 year old girl. After a visit to Martha, I believe Greg was with a string of horses in Florida at the time, all Ash could talk about was horses and riding and racing.
It ...
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And so it went for Dotty. The pattern was always the same. Get up early, go for a gallop or a stroll on the walker, come back, and eat and rest all day. Dotty didn’t mind. There was always plenty to see at the track, and although she make friends only to see them leave for anothe ...
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Kendra walked out of her 4th period class sighing heavily. She liked all her teachers so far. She was just already stressed about the piles of home work. She looked at her schedule and found she had art next. Her best subject. She found her class and took a seat near the fro ...
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When the day was over Alexa's hair was poking out of her hairband and her shirt was dirt-stained and crooked. Her pants had stains from brushing horses and cleaning stalls, while her boots had mud on the bottom and were brown with dust instead of black. ...
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I woke up to the sound of rain splattering against the hotel window. I groaned softly so I wouldn't wake up Beth. I could only hope the rain stopped soon and the track dried up before the races.
A glance at the red numbers of the clock told me it was 3AM. Too early for even m ...
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The auction is where no horse should ever deserve to be. In the first six years of her life, she had learned that from experience. Twice. It was not pleasant in either situation. The first time she ended up with a crazy man who was extremely cruel to her. The second time she ...
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When Alexa woke up the next morning at exactly seven o'clock, she went into the bathroom to take a shower. After she was out, she put her dark, black, ebony hair in a ponytail.
Her hair was soft and sleek with gentle waves and showed off her olive skin tone and green eyes. She ...
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I spent the next few weeks of my life in a daze, I only talked to Big Brown and James and that was just in a text. Izzy’s words had shaken me to the point of breaking. Nothing could bring me down before that, she had, she had brought back memories of me losing all the time to her ...
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John located a trainer friend who let us use his computer to find Sandy's article online. It was just as bad as Greg had said. She started off by praising me in how well I'd done at the Derby with as little experience as I had.
She then proceeded to make me out to be prima don ...
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I unloaded the horse first Tessa, next Biggie and then Ally. I tacked up Biggie looking her in the eyes and saying “Biggalow, I love you, you gotta win, okay? Shake your head if you understand.” At this point she threw her head up and down, knowing that this was only a trial race ...
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"Promise me you'll be good?" Alexa's mom, Lynn, asked one more time. "I promise." Alex said as she hugged her mom one last time and got in the red truck, her bags already in the back. As the truck pulled out of the driveway she waved to her mom from the passenger side. She looked ...
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Old man, are you happy to see me?" I greeted the tall colt outside his stall at Pimlico Racetrack early Wednesday morning. Sultan sniffed me all over before finally blowing in my face. ...
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15th Feb 2011 |
Horse Fiction |
Candy99
I went with Carli, my 13 year old sister, on a hack to finish up her lease with a Thoroughbred/Quarter Horse named Huey. He is a magnificent brown and white paint. I was watching her canter beautifully across the white sand. Then I looked over and saw a magestic bay in the paddoc ...
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One Monday mom came running to me. I raised an eyebrow and she instantly spilled the beans. “So if I don’t race, we lose everything?” I asked. Mom nodded. I almost cried. I couldn’t do this, it was too soon.
I ran to the feed room and sat down on Stride’s bucket. “Lettttt goo ...
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12th Feb 2011 |
Horse Fiction |
mosquito
The sound of the bell seemed to ring in Dotty’s ears forever, but she was on the move. She reached with each stride, digging her hooves in and pulling herself forward as hard as she could, only slowly stretching out and settling into a gallop.
There were horses all around her, ...
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Something was wrong, Stride was falling, slipping from under me, my horse was going down, and I knew I was going down with this ship. The dirt was cool on my face, but rough as a slid, I knew Stride was gone, and I knew these were my last thoughts, I muttered a quick prayer to Go ...
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The Monday after the Derby, I went to school. I figured I was prepared for anything. At least, I was hoping I was ready. The first thing I saw when I walked in was a huge banner that read 'Congrats Ashley & Sultan'.
My best friend, Beth Drummond, nudged me and grinned. "Now yo ...
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Kendra sighed as she looked at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. It was the first day of school and she was ready to go. Sort of. She was nervous. She always had a hard time making friends and she was always treated the same. Ever since the third grade she had been pick ...
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Again with that question. Why was Sandy the only reporter who wanted to know about my parents? What did she know that none of the others didn't? I set aside those questions to ponder later. Right now I needed an answer to her question. I could lie and say they'd be happy about my ...
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