Group of storys

Hi evry one
I am going to put a story any time i can
so i wish that you like it

and if any one want to help me i will be grateful

ok
the first story about


Kelly,the Flying Angel

Kelly and the pony met when Kelly was seven.She had gone with her father to a neighbors farm to buy seed. The
shaggy, brown and white pony stood alome in a pen.Kelly
reached thruogh the wires ti touch the warm satin of the ponys nose.Kelly
spoke softy as the pony nuzzled Kellys fingers "What is
."your name, pony You seem so sad and lonely
. She aint got no name the farner grunted
She aint good anymore.Shes old and she is blid in one
eye.I aint got no use for her sice the kids are gone.He
turned back to Kellys father, who had loaded the bags of
seed on to the truk and pulled crumpled bills from his
pocket. You can have it her if you pay me somthing for
.the saddle.
How much ? her father inquired, barely glancing at
.the pony
Twenty. the old man reached a callused hand toward
the mony. Kelly s father pulled off another bill. Gnarled
fingers snatched the bills and stuffed them quickly into
.the pocket of well-worn, dirty overalls
Kelly cradled the bridle in her arms as they drove home, her
excitement mountig. She kept peeking into the rear truk to reassure herself that the pony was still there

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i will stop now but i will complete tomorrow
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part 2

"Now, this pony will be your job. You have to feed her and take care of her. It will

Teach you some responsibility. I don’t have time to mess with her. Understand?" Her

Father s voice was stern.

I will do it, Daddy.Thank you for letting me have her. I promise I will take good care of her.

Once they were home and the pony was safely in the stall, Kelly threw hay into the

Manger, then run to the house.

"Mom, you should see our pony! She was so lonely, but she will be happy here". Joy

Sparkled in Kelly s eyes." I have named her Trixie, cause I am going to teach her to do

tricks." Before her mother could respond, Kelly was back out the door to see that Trixie was comfortable. It was then that Kelly introduced Trixie to her angel.

When Kelly was a small child, she had been awakened by a frightening storm.

She called to her mother, who reassured her by telling her "Don’t be a fraid. God

Sends his angel to protect little children. "From then on, Kelly had never actually

Seen an angel, But she felt a presence at times when she would otherwise have been afraid or lonely.

Kelly brushed the pony s coat and trimmed her mane and hoofs. Trixie responded to the attention by nuzzling Kelly s neck, searching her pockets for treats and following her commands. As Kelly rode from the house to the back pasture, she taught Trixie to raise the latched on the gates with her nose. The gates would swing open, and Kelly would close them without dismounting.

Kelly taught Trixie a routine, trying to duplicate tricks she had seen at a circus. She rode standing up and eventually mastered the ultimate stunt of jumping through a crudely constructed hoop on each circuit of the riding ring. Kelly and Trixie became the best friends.

When Kelly was ten, her parent divorced. Kelly and her dog, Laddie, moved with her mom to a small farm several miles away. The problems between her parents kept

Kelly from seeing her father anymore, and because Trixie still lived at her father s farm, Kelly was doubly miserable.

On the day they left her father a farm, Kelly walked slowly to the pasture to say good-bye to Trixie. She had never needed her angels help more. "Angel," she sobbed

"Please stay with Trixie so she won't be lonely. I have Mom and Laddie, but Trixie will

Be all alone. She needs you." with her small arms around Trixies neck, she reassured

The pony, "It will be all right, Trixie. My angel will take care of you."

part 3

Her parents divorce, a new school, a different home and the loss of Trixie turned Kelly's life upside down all at once. Her mother encouraged her to make friends.

"Come on, Kelly, and ride with us," tow of her schoolmates urged as they sat on their

Bicycles in the driveway. Following the tow girls down the road, Kelly felt the wind

In her hair and the warmth of the sun on her face. She needed friends; she remined herself, and pedaled faster to catch up.

During the summer, Kelly and her friends rode their bicycles to the park and around the track at the school. With her strong legs, she could match any of them when they

Raced.

After racing on the track one sunny day, Kelly pedaled home with her new friends.

As she bounced along the bumpy, dusty road, the hard edge of the Bick seat dug into

Her leg. She wished she were sitting in her smooth leather saddle on Trixie, gliding

Over the fresh green grass of the pasture.

Suddenly, the front wheel of the bicycle swerved in to a rut. She turned hard to the left

To get it out, but it was too late. Hurtling over the handlebars, she bounced off the edge of the road into a ditch. The girls hurried to her.

"Her injuries are minor," the doctor informed her mother after Kelly had limped

Home, "but you would better keep her quite for a couple of days."

Though sore and scratched, Kelly returned to her bicycle in a few days. One morning, she awoke with a numb feeling in her legs. Slowly, she slid her body to the edge of the bed; but as she attempted to stand, she collapsed in the floor.

Puzzled by this development, the doctor examined her carefully.

"Her injuries have healed, but there some psychological trauma," he side. " I have

Scheduled therapy and stretching exercises should help."Kelly went home in

A wheelchair.

part 4

As she sat on the porch, she hugged Laddie close and stared wistfully across the field.

"Please, God, please bring Trixie and my angel back to me. I need them so."

One day a letter came from Kelly s father:

Dear Kelly

Your aunt told me about your accident. I am sorry to hear about it. I have

Made arrangements to have your pony delivered to you next week. She has been opening all the gates and letting my stock out of the pasture. I think she

Is looking for you. Maybe having her will help you feel better.



Love



Dad





In a few days a truck arrived, and Trixie was led down the ramp. Nuzzling Kelly s neck and snorting at Laddie, the pony checked out her new home. Kelly petted Trixies head and neck as far as could reach from her wheelchair, and kissed her on the nose.

"Trixie, Trixie I knew you would come. Thank you, Thank you."








The end

i hope you liked my fist story
and if you liked it
i will try to put other story
next week
bye bye:ciao:

I am so sad it seems no one
liked my story
i dont see any
answer :02:

Thanks you alora
...im very Unhappy becuse you
ammmmmmmmmm
PS :- me opinion is the story alora is the best ....but of fact no......
ok ... i hope you agood time and happy time with our friends
and dont care
and write another story
good buy.....
;) bestWhiches

She pulled back on the ropes, making the homemade swing fly higher and closer to the leafy branches of the tall sycamore tree. The breeze swished cool against her cheeks. She was five years old, and, at that moment, stomping mad at her eleven-years-old brother, David.

How could he have been so mean? She asked herself remembering how he had made a face and called her a "big baby" at the breakfast table. He hates me, she thought, just because I took the last muffin out from under his nose. He hates me!

The swing carried her up so high that she could see for miles. It was fun looking down at the farmyard below. Her red sweater flashed brightly in the morning sunlight. She stopped thinking about being mad at her brother and started to sing a swinging song.

On a distant hill behind the swing, a huge bull with long,

Sharp horns watched the red sweater flashing in the sunlight. The bull had broken out of his pasture. He was cranky and ready to charge ay anything that moved. He snorted and scarped the ground with his hoof. Then he lowered his massive head and began lumbering across the field toward the red sweater he saw swinging back and forth beneath the sycamore tree.

Meanwhile, David was in the barnyard, feeding the chickens. He looked out and saw his little sister on the swing." Sister are a pain in the neck", he thought, Then suddenly he saw the bull charging across the field, heading straight for his sister. Without a second thought, David screamed as loudly as he could, " look out behind you! Get out of here! Run!"

His sister didn’t hear him; she just kept singing and swinging. The bull was halfway across the field and closing in fast. Davids heart pounded. It was now or never.

He ran across the chicken yard, jumped the fence and dashed toward his sister. He ran faster then he had ever run before.









Grabbing one of the ropes, David jerked the swing to a stop, tumbling his sister sideways to the ground only a second before the snorting bull charge at the place she had been. She let out a terrified yell. The bull spun around, scraping the ground again with his hoof. He lowered his head to charge again.

David yanked on one sleeve of the red sweater and then the other. Pulling it off of his sister, he flung the sweater as far away as he could. The bull followed it. With horns and hooves ,

He ripped it into a hundred shards of red yarn, While David half dragged, half carried his frightened sister to safety.









The End

I hope you liked this story
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Thanks you alora
...im very Unhappy becuse you
ammmmmmmmmm
PS :- me opinion is the story alora is the best ....but of fact no......
ok ... i hope you agood time and happy time with our friends
and dont care
and write another story
good buy.....
;) bestWhiches

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thank you very much
I am happy that you answer
thanks ;)

Lots of thanks dear sister Alora... :) :) :)

A very nice story indeed...

Yes ... dear sister ... blood is much thicker than water.... True love between a brother and a sister must surely come at the proper time ...
Many thanks once more for this nice story..
May Allah bless you and may we have other lovely new stories of yours......
Bye .....
:ciao: :ciao: :ciao:

Thanks

I am happy that you liked
the second story
and you are welcom

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Not at all my dear sister ... I hope you liked my Pizza ... May Allah bless you ...
Bye ......

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