[Ongoing] Random Theme Challenge

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    𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕤 𝕤


    Is this picture incomplete and the writing rough?

    Big yes!

    Have I lost interest in finishing it?

    Bigger yes!

    That is all; thank you.

    Agatha didn’t talk much about her travels.

    Did you take this photo?
    … Yes.
    It’s beautiful!
    … Thanks.
    The horse is gorgeous!
    He is.
    He looks like an Andalusian.
    I think he was.
    Wow. I’ve never seen an Andalusian in the flesh before. Did you take this in Spain?
    No. Here’s that form you wanted. I’ll see you tomorrow.

    And that had been that.
    She did not tell Dot how she’d been walking along the coast that day. Hat, boots, backpack. A rural area, out of the way. One of those rare parts of the Mediterranean without yachts and resorts and floods of ignorant tourists veiling the sparse and rough beauty of the surroundings. A beauty of dust and scrub and wild thyme scenting the breezes, of crickets and thicket birds and the long sun-tired whirring of cicadas. The sky that day had been sleepy and rainless. The sea murmured down below. She could hear it. See it, when she neared the cliff edge. Just had to look down and wait for the vertigo to clear. There. Below. Glittering and stirring like cobalt crystals. Racing up the narrow strips of sand, shattering upon the rocks. How wonderful the water would feel on her sun worn skin.
    He’d been near the fork in the road, about 50 feet away. Free grazing in the unhurried way of a horse at ease, the sun drawing radiant lines over the curves of his body. Long and wild mane; tail catching in knee-high grass. Bridle tossed on the ground, no saddle in sight. As she’d neared she noticed the trio of figures in the water below and the barely-there trail zig-zagging from cliff top to shore. She’d looked back to the horse, wondering if he’d carried all three.
    She would stop at a more private beach, but she would give him a pat first.
    That was when Agatha noticed the flowers woven into his mass of hair. Loosening with each determined tug at grass, steadily dripping from his hair, adorning him with vivid red. She’d stared at him and for a beat he’d stared right back, entirely unconcerned.
    That was when she lifted the camera.

    Agatha did not talk about her travels because she preferred to keep those memories to herself. A memory shared was a memory tainted. Like a wilted flower losing petals as it is passed through many sets of hands, so were her private recollections damaged through the process of sharing. Each time a thought was called to mind it seemed it lose something. The brightness in the colours, the vibrancy of the soundscapes, the piquancy of the scents in the air- something. Something she wanted too much to preserve.
    That was why she hadn't indulged Dot about the photo.
    It may have been selfish, but the memory of the clifftop horse and his poppies and countless others like it were something she wanted to keep for herself.

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    Tilda's all time favorite clothing brand is Marimekko, and particularly their iconic print Unikko – which literally translates to poppy. She loves it so much she even bought some fabric and made it into a saddle pad for her Fjord mare Freyja.

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    Ladies in the field
    Perlita S & Pascuala S

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    ABRC Mirdautas Vras & Joshua O'Gorman

  • PR Committee

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    Food. Books. Animals. Flowers.
    Those were what Demet considered a daily necessity to be her true happy self; stars twinkling in the night sky and other people close by were a close second but since they'd thrown their money and souls into buying little Foxberry Farm, she'd realized just how simple and happy her life could be. She'd spent her free time trying to save the dying plants only to kill them further with drowning them daily, hanging soft fairy lights around the wooden beams holding the old barns together and purposefully placing her favourite books around the few comfortable resting areas on the farm for everyone to enjoy during their downtime.
    Her own downtime was simple and basic; Benedict would humour her awful sense of direction and follow her scrambling up the muddy trail that twisted along the cliff-edge overlooking the calm ocean. She'd been hesitant at first to let her beloved gelding Moose roam free; but he loved the outdoors as much as she did and most evenings they would find him close to the cliff, enjoying the mass of poppies that created a visual happy haven for them. As the sun lowered, Moose would grace them with his presence much to young Poggle's delight whilst Demet would sink her bare feet into the blanket of flowers encasing them and Benedict - he would capture the moments with his precious camera.


    Featuring Demet Valentini, Benedict Rosella, Clayton L and not forgetting Poggle the pooch.

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    Pss Andor and Major Courtland
    They might not have been blood, but they were family, and when the flashes got too much, when the sounds of explosions seemed too real, when the cold hand of guilt threatened to crush her heart with the weight of those left behind, Andor was always there to help Grace shoulder the burden of memory.

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    Featuring: Wildwood Witch OX, WPW Lamashtu, Kevin Halloran, and Nora Pigott

    ~ A sky full of stars and he was staring at her. ~

  • Competition Committee

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    Featuring ART Maribor and Micha Kowen

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    MOS Chase Me Charlie :white_flower:

    Abigail never thought she would have a horse to her self. Even though she had been riding since she was 5, having her own horse seemed far fetched.

    Phone rings
    Stephanie: Hello, Essex residence?
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    Stephanie: He'll be delivered later today?
    Stephanie: Alright, we'll see you around 3! Thank you, bu-bye!

    Stephanie had secretly arranged to have a 4 year old, Quarter Pony brought to the farm. She bought this little guy with the idea of helping Abigail come out of her shell. Abigail has made a large improvement already, and it's just been 3 years. Stephanie thought if there was a horse for Abigail to come home to, it'll be beneficial.


    Abigail hasn't gotten home from school yet, which was Stephanie's plan all this time. They unload Charlie without a problem, and plop him in the small pasture next to their house. Even though nothing has been in that pasture before they moved into the house, the pasture was beautifully covered in wild flowers.
    Stephanie never imagined how quickly this little pony would settle in. Within a half hour, Charlie was laying flat-out on his side, sound asleep. As Stephanie approached the sleeping pony, he woke up a little. He didn't stand up, he just looked at her, watching her.
    This is better than Stephanie could have ever hoped for. This easy going, young pony will hopefully be exactly that this family needs! <3

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    "A silence with you is not a silence. But a moment rich in peace."
    Leonard Nimoy

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    and i know red's your favorite color

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    YDA Vistosa and YDA Sonadora, two of our lovely Andalusian mares.
    Each evening at approximately 19:45, Sonadora and Vistosa gallop through a field thick with poppies. We assume, in hopes of meeting the evening train, which adventures to France and back to Italy. Their desire for adventure sparks at 19:25 when the distant sound of the rattling train echoes through the mares meadow. It may seem strange that out of a herd of five Spanish mares, only these two are put in the train's enchanting trance. Perhaps though, there is something more to the train that seems to call their names. We may never know. But in the least we value 19:45 to be a sacred time for these two Spanish beauties to stretch their legs and race into the sunset.

  • PR Committee

    First of all I want to say a huge thank you to everyone who entered this; it was wonderful to see so many lovely pictures, and also to see people try something different and fun. Also, there's now a participant gift very kindly donated by @Thea-Radmer, you can see pictures in the opening post and at the end of each theme, I'll send the gifts out to you all.


    So with the Poppy themed all wrapped up, here we go again with the new theme running from 9th - 30th June


    and the theme is... The Boss


    Again, thank you to the mystery person who suggested this theme; feel free to take credit in the chatter thread if this is your suggestion. If anyone is struggling with ideas or specific content for your idea, just post in the chatter thread. Otherwise, I hope you guys have fun coming up with entries for this theme! :sparkles:

  • Aww mann, i was hoping that i could make it to the poppy theme. but oh well, boss.... Hm, might have an idea xD

  • 3am Boss-attude!

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    Chase looks at the security footage and sighs calling Allie in. "We have an issue!"
    Allie walks into the office pushing her hair out of her face. "You find out who tore our barn to pieces? I have not seen this kind of damage by a coon or possum before"
    He looks at her unamused before looking back at his computer with a glare "I am going to geld that spotted rat of yours. He prances around here after we close the barn like he owns the place."
    Allie tilts her head some "We have six spotted butts around here you could threaten to geld. Who could possibly get out?"
    Chase growls some "That spotted butt you just had to have. You know the one. The rat who hates everyone but you and thinks he is the boss"
    She watches him with amusement "Well that could be Max, Dandy, Prince or King. Take your choice."
    He prints out the photo for her "Buy a new lock for his stall door. A floor lock as well as a top lock. Or I'll change our entire barn to accommodate him."
    She takes the photo and laughs. "Yes Prince is the boss around here. At least he did not breed your sweet mare." She laughs again walking out tisking to the stallion in his stall across the way
    Chase however starts looking at new stall designs. muttering about how maybe a cage stall would suit the spotted rat better.

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    You may think you're the one in charge here... but it's just an illusion. Just an illusion.

  • A few days ago the night was so warm so all our horses were in the pasture. Unfortunately, at some point, a thief wanted to steal one of our mares.
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    Luckily, he chose the leader of the pack.
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    Moments later, she overtook the thief from the pasture and showed him who is the boss.
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  • “At Agizmo, I'm the puurfect boss around here!"

    Baby’s song - always loved…never forgotten…forever missed… ♥♥♥

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    "Rachel, we really need a better means of testing new horses than just throwing Meredith on their back and seeing how she gets on."
    "She seems to enjoy it, and I'd rather her daredevil sessions were supervised than she takes it out on the cross country course."

    The chain of command at Vanaheim is a little strange. To an outsider, it's clear that Rachel is the boss and matriarch of the yard, but some might consider the dressage lead, Aaron Smith to be her right hand man, but in fact, it's Meredith 'Merry' Deacon, who never feels quite alive unless she's flirting with death.

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