by Julia | For this challenge, you’ll need to be curious, be smart, be creative and be you! We’re asking you to interview someone related to the horse world and write up an interview. It actually isn’t as easy as it sounds, because this time we’re challenging you to take a journalistic approach — focusing on fact rather than opinion…

by Julia | For your first Summer of Horse Dreams challenge, you will be designing a poster/vision board with your dream horse and everything you need to care for your horse…

by Julia | Hey Girls Horse Club! How’s your Summer of Horse Dreams been so far? I wish I could give some of my incredibly good fortune to all of you so everyone could ride and work with the animals we all love so much, but unfortunately I can’t do that…

by Madelaina
The quiet
was almost as deafening as…

by Violet Inkpen | A lone figure in the dark stood on top of a gentle slope, its eyes cast far over the horizon. The sadness came again with a pang of loneliness. Ah, how simple life was so long ago when he was a foal! The figure sighed and looked at the sky. It was a dark shade of pink and orange, the last fading lights began to turn from orange to purple and soon the world would be dark…

by HorseFeathers
Run, keep running my young one
Or the great sky bird will catch you…

by Madelaina | When I was younger, I remembered sitting on the green-tan Nevada hills, listening to my dad dictate the beauty of the landscape with his admiring voice and that adventurous glint in his eyes that nothing else can lure out. The highlight of these quiet moments, when we locked ourselves away from the world, was the sight of a mustang band in the distance…

by Violet Inkpen | “Jess! Come on!” Jess turned around. Her friend, Amy, called “Amz” by her friend, was slowly walked towards her, leading a tall, handsome horse. His coat was light bay with a white patch at his shoulder and four black stockings from his hooves to his knees. His black mane glowed with health…

by Madelaina
Harsh is this world,
But wild horses keep fighting…

by Violet Inkpen | The man narrowed his cruel, grey eyes, and watched as a band of mustangs ran, terrified, from the helicopter overhead. The leader, a rust colored stallion, was herding them away from danger, or so he thought. The man’s thin lips split into a wicked grin as the mustangs galloped headlong into the trap the BLM had set for them…