by Kira | The wind howled and swirled in the sky. As I trudged up the gravel lane I heard the softest whinny. A little pony stood by the metal gate. Its mane was matted and I could see its spine. The little pony was chestnut and white, and a group of neglected horses stood, spotted around the muddy field…

by WhinnyLove | It was a Sunday morning and 13-year-old Judy Popsicles went out to feed Sunshine, her mare. As she walked in, she heard a strange moaning noise coming from Sunshine’s stall. “Wait a minute,” she thought, “Dad did say she was gonna foal soon!”

by Jenny | As we galloped across the field, Ripple’s mane blew in the breeze, her long tail brushing the white, fluffy snow. I could have carried on riding for the rest of my living days…

by Jenny | It was a Sunday morning when I saw the most beautiful thing in my life. I was walking down a dark lane in the countryside. It was too dark to notice it there and then, but I knew something unusual was right in front of me. waiting to be discovered. I saw a blur of white flash across the field. I swung round to find I was looking at absolutely nothing…

by Tori | “Hey Gus! They’re coming! They’ve got the ropes too!!” I whinnied enthusiastically when I saw the middle one and the big one walking towards us in the field. My heart skipped a beat, hoping I’d actually get to go somewhere this time…

by Jennifer H | Larissa stacked the last heavy box of random horsey items into the dusty tack compartment of their family’s shiny white three horse trailer. Instantly, the nerves hit her. That was like putting the seal on an envelope. She really would be eventing, that very weekend…

by HorseFeathers | In the old times there was once a stable master. He was caretaker to two of the most handsome colts in all the land. One was a gray, and as sweet as a young child taking in the world for the first time. The other was a black, as dark as the nightmare herself…

by mymagic | When I was a young seven year old, I cycled with my parents, brother, cousins, aunts, and uncles. I did not necessarily want to be spending the first day of my summer holiday cycling up around mud-caked roads with embedded rocks and sprinkles of gravel spitting up into my face…

by Millie and Missy | Today it rained again, so Mummy just showed me some blanket thingies. I wasn’t scared at all, so I’m NOT a wimp after all! In your face, Buddy (evil ninja Shetland pony)! I’m gonna eat him next time I get turned out with him…

by Raven | Fear scent. Smell of sweat. Choking. Bodies pressing against me. Snorting, neighing, screaming, clanging—fear scent. Pain. Deep ache in my belly. Fear scent. What is happening? I smell my own fear. Flies buzz in my eyes, all over me, over everyone…