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…

by Millie and Missy | Missy, my skewbald Appaloosa x Cob x Thoroughbred (?) two year-old filly, has decided to put hoof to very scary paper and tell you guys about the world through her eyes…

by Raven | I stepped onto the scale and held my breath as the hateful little needle spun around. Maybe it would slow down and stop on the 100. Slow down, stop, go back—107 pounds. I collapsed to the floor and groaned. I had gained five pounds over the holidays. I had promised myself that I would use restraint, but I hadn’t. They won’t let me jockey anymore… I’m too fat…

by Raven| I stared into the mirror. Long, straightened brown hair. Long dark lashes, thick with mascara. Eyeliner rimming my green eyes. A black tank top partially covered by a checkered red and black shirt. Blue jeans. I turned slowly in front of the mirror. At fifteen, I dared say that I was a hottie. But I didn’t care sometimes. How I longed to slip into my mustang’s skin…

by Leopard Appaloosa | Hay again every-horse! It’s Honey here. if you haven’t read my previous blog, I suggest you should — I had lots of positive comments about that blog, so I have decided to come back and tell you more..