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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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*me racing for discounted chocolate tomorrow*
Happy Valentine's Day everyone :)...
*me racing for discounted chocolate tomorrow*
Happy Valentine's Day everyone :)...
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 PonyBox News Trending Who is Olop, you ask? Well, that is my new nickname for Polo. Read on, and I daresay the reason will soon become clear.
Those of you who know me will surely know that I am somewhat ‘lacking’ in the sanity division. In ...
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Two weeks ago I heard a lot of crying, and a lot of whispering. But I never saw what anyone and no one ever came to feed me, or give me water. I peered through the bars into the stall next to me. Maze was looking worse. She was lying down and not moving much. I nickered softly tr ...
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3rd Feb 2011 |
Horse Fiction |
T W I
The scene before her told the story, as plain as if it had been put to writing. A small pool of blood shimmered in the moonlight next to her muzzle. The grass was trampled and torn, with crimson droplets of blood scattered everywhere. In the midst of it lay Sealah, stunned by the ...
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In the last section of Healing Hearts Ranch Luci agreed to go with Steve to a horse auction. In this chapter, the final chapter find out who Luci chooses for love and another love that will last forever.
The day of the auction came and Luci dressed quickly in a pair of ripped ...
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Sultan sprang forward, along with 17 other Thoroughbreds, all striving for the same thing: to cross the finish line first.
I angled Sultan so we were just off the rail. It'd been a little slow today and I didn't want it messing up our trip. Sultan shook his head, trying to ga ...
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29th Jan 2011 |
Horse Fiction |
Thestral
Sparta shuddered. She had escaped from a man, who's face she could not remember. The man with no face. Now, she was afraid of all males, because she wouldn't be able to tell the difference between him and the others. Now she was living happily with an old lady. Though she wa ...
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'Hush, Dream!' I whispered as I finished brushing down Dream, my beautiful silver mare. Checking the gear was all on, I stepped out of the stables and onto the track.
I was blown away by the noise - people cheering and waving their bets. Somewhere amongst it all a commentator ...
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That one was easy, though I didn't say the answer out loud. If my parents were still alive, I wouldn't be a jockey. They would have never approved of me taking part in such a dangerous sport. It was because of their deaths that I was where I was. Mary went to visit her sister one ...
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23rd Jan 2011 |
Horse Fiction |
mosquito
But Dotty didn’t want to run, but she didn’t have a choice. Every day it was the same. Wake up early, and head out to the track and try to run, and try to stay away from Solo. Dotty didn’t see Solo much, and never on the track. It seemed like they weren’t out there at the same ti ...
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When she saw the horse she knew it was going to be hers. She didn't know how and didn't know why, but she just knew. The horse was all black with haunting blue eyes and a spirit to match. She was a mare that was untamed. No one could control her, she did what she wanted. When Kat ...
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19th Jan 2011 |
Horse Fiction |
Thestral
Salty tears fell onto the brown leather reining saddle Seth was washing. She had only just found out her favorite two-year-old had been towed off to an auction. She hadn't been able to say good-bye. Sparta, on the other hand, had been dropped off at the auction, and was sold f ...
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19th Jan 2011 |
Horse Fiction |
Brezie
The large gray Thoroughbred breezed along the inside fence. His jockey whipped him to many times to count. The jockey slowed the horse at the 3/4 mile pole and pulled him to a stop by the trainer and owner.
"He won't run, Mr. Gray," the jockey said settling the frisky horse.
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Almost all the horses had dozed off for the night except him. He didn’t want to sleep. He had learned the hard way that if he closed his eyes he would be shocked, kicked, whipped, or stabbed. He never felt safe anymore. Thudding echoed through the quite barn. A scared face a ...
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17th Jan 2011 |
Horse Fiction |
T W I
The autumn sun illuminated Southeastern Tarlea, casting the warm golden light of evening over the picturesque land. Wild game roamed freely and the soil was rich and black. It was a beautiful world, Tarlea, natural home of the Pegasi and the only world men knew ...
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The alarm went off at exactly 4:30am, just like every day for the last four years. Only today wasn't just like every other day. It was the first Saturday in May, the day the Kentucky Derby was run. And unlike every other first Saturday in May in my 18 years of life, I was riding ...
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14th Jan 2011 |
Horse Fiction |
Clippy
The girls quieted down and listened. The horses ears pricked to the left, indicating to the girls where the source of the sound was from. "Well," Mollie asked, "Are we just going to stand here or what?" all the girls started at a trot toward the sound. Just peering around the bus ...
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I was paraded in front of the grand stand. People clapped and cheered, I started to prance and toss my head excited by attention. “Settle Nevie, they aren’t clapping for you. You’re the long shot at 80 to 1. You can’t win this, Windswept Thunder has you beat by a mile before you ...
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She had one blue eye. Thats all she knew about the wild horse. Elaine saw her running on a hill, then went to town to ask about this mysterious horse. "She has haunted those hills since I can remember." That's what the local sheriff said. "Only a few even have seen her. She's lik ...
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Sadly I heard no reply. I was so scared and hopeless, but at least I have my Midnight back. Finally, after a while Midnight slowed back to a walk and I dismounted quickly. I was fine and so was Midnight and his beautiful herd. Slowly we made it back to the stables where my mum gr ...
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As the truck pulled up to Dotty’s new home, Dotty sensed something familiar. The rancid smell of exhaust, the noise of horses, car horns, and people shouting – without even looking out of the window Dotty knew there wouldn’t be any green pastures and majestic oak trees for her. B ...
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I had just cleared a jump, and my wings had folded as I approached the next one. It was a cross-country course, and my next jump was a make-shift water fence. I ramped up my speed and took off, my wings outstretched. ...
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Sparta stood head to tail with Cheeko, her pasture buddy in the light shower of late April. Sparta, now a yearling, was watching the other colts and fillies racing around their paddocks, and saw her mother caressing her new foal. It was bigger than Sparta, she had been a runt. ...
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3rd Jan 2011 |
Horse Fiction |
Pintie
My name is Shadow. These things called “humans” have captured me. I was grazing when the humans roped me and took me from all of my mares. Thankfully, I am at a place called home with my new owner, Melanie. Right now, I’m in my stall, getting tacked up, just like when I was somew ...
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I wanted him. I wanted him more than the other horse James was trying to sell me. I was at a Paint Saddlebred Stable where they sold Paint Saddlebreds and other horse breeds. James was trying to sell me a prize winning Paint Saddlebred, but I wanted Raging Storm. He was the cutes ...
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"What’re we gonna do with ‘em?" One man asked, turning to the rider beside him with a sneer. "The mare’s a goner, just leave her there." Came his companion’s callous reply. "Take the colt, though. He’s sure to fetch something."
"Right you are, Sir." The first man replied, tipp ...
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Two small amber eyes opened as the small foal took her first breath, her first sights, and smells, and tastes of her life. She was weak, but then again, all foals were weak after they were born. It was natural. She would get up within the hour to have her first meal. The litt ...
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29th Dec 2010 |
Horse Fiction |
Clippy
Mollie woke with a start. "Ugh," she complained "It's the break! Why do I have to get up?" But she knew better. Today was a day of intense training for the Canterwood show, which was happening in a week. When she finally got out of bed, she started her usual morning routine. The ...
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I trotted Fire in front of the people getting ready for the race to start, her ears flickered frequently and her Roman nostrils flared in excitment. I chatted with another girl who was next to me. Fire snorted and tossed her head, her coat gleaming and shining. It showed out, ove ...
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26th Dec 2010 |
Horse Fiction |
solo25
Hayley, a typical horse mad girl ran down the stairs to her mum yelling “My bedroom’s on fire, my bedroom’s on fire!” Hayley’s dad had died in a barn fire when she was just five, Hayley remembered her dad pushing her out of the stable as the roof collapsed directly on top of him. ...
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25th Dec 2010 |
Horse Fiction |
Thestral
Riding her was like riding a pegasus. Her lope was smooth as a lake on a calm day, her trot so elegant you could drink from a basin of water while trotting down the lane. She stopped on a dime, and could fly into full speed from a complete stop. She spun swiftly on her haunche ...
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23rd Dec 2010 |
Horse Fiction |
mosquito
Dotty spent several days stuck in her stable. She didn’t really mind it hurt just to breathe, let alone to walk around. Jimmy came to check on her several times a day, and to change the bandages on her knees, rub her aching neck, and feed her a hot bran mash. The vet came often ...
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