I want to hear your story. I will be rewarding three different awards. The first is for the coolest story, the second is for the most well-written, and the third is for the best ending (or moral of the story).
The only requirement is that you remain completely true! Please don't make up a story! A good writer can construct even the most boring story to become something beautiful and eloquent! Impress me but not at the cost of lying. So this is non-fictional and about you :) Some my call it a testimony or all the reasons you are who you are. So make me cry, make me laugh, make me speechless in the most beautiful and articulate of ways :)
There will be a first place for all three sections and each one will have the same prize.
Each winner will recieve rates on all their work that I have time to read and comments or criticism on every story, poem, etc, that they request.
You have until July 15th! Now go forth unto this new and mysterious thread and conquer the world of captivating and enthralling storytelling!!
I really really really want to enter this one... but I can't think of some of my favorite stories!!!! I'm gonna go ask my mom...
I am a horse whisperer. Not completly, but I can connect a lot more than many people can. I have many stories on this but let me bring you back to when I was eight.
I was riding with a friend of mine at our barn. We both tacked up our horses and went out to ride. My horse was a chesnut, a dark drown, and she had a white blaze down her face. This horse's name is Lucy, and everyone loves to ride her.
My mom teaches leasons and my friend and I was having a leason. As soon as I got on I knew. Lucy had so much energy, she could have taken me across the country! I told my mom this but as she didn't believe me, I had to keep riding. Lucy was a perfect angle for the whole leason, but I kept crying and wanted to get off. At the end of the leason I got off and an older, more experienced girl got on Lucy. I went off and played with my friend.
After the older girl was done riding, my mom came to me told me what happened. Lucy had ran off with the other girl, spooking*, bucking*, bolting*. She was bad enough that they couldn't ride her.
Well that got my eight year old self ego going, but I was a little bit afraid to ride Lucy still. Now I am over that fear, but I still remeber all of that. I could just feel the engery she had.
*spooking is when a horse gets scarred by something and jumps to the side. Sometimes can get a less experianced rider to fall off. It is like a person jumping when someone scarres them. *Bucking is when a horse rises both hind (back) feet in the air and kick out. Many riders fall off. *Bolting is when a horse runs very fast for a short period of time. Ussualy happens when they get scarred, have a lot of energy, or want to go back to their food. Some riders fall off at it.
Woah, lots longer than I thought! Um, I wasn't sure about entering that, hope it was enjoyed!
Okay so I'd really love to see more entries here before I judge this! So I'd just like to wait til I have a couple more if possible! Please submit :)