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Of Bridges and Buses
by Monochromatic — We are all stories in the end. Your heart will stop, your breath will cease, your flesh will rot, but your story? It will live on and on, in the memories of those around you, in the dozens upon dozens of little echoes you left in your old apartment, in the corner of the local bar, in the scars you left while living on Earth. Two people sit at a bus stop. What they look like isn’t important. Neither are their names. The one on the left holds a paper in their left hand, the thin…
1. The Last Resort
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4.8 K Sep 17, '24 13
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The Memory That Haunts
by Monochromatic — If Rarity had learned anything from her many experiences with painful goodbyes, it was that the faster one could get them over with, the better. While years ago, she might have reveled in the fuss and the excitement and the poetic pang of things coming to an end, now she just wanted to avoid it all. It would be easier this way. No fuss, no hassle, departing at the crack of dawn and leaving behind nothing but a letter. Very efficient, she’d said when pitching it to Twilight. And yet, as she…
1. The Enchanted Era
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4.1 K Jun 28, '24 22
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not even death do us part
by Monochromatic — Though the path to the underworld was arduous and long, Twilight Sparkle traveled it regardless. It wound through endless gray, under a black cavern roof beyond the reach of any light, like a night sky shorn of stars. Bare rock walls pressed in, gray with age and with the specters that lined the passageways. She saw ponies of all tribes, all ages, all classes, colorless as the world they now dwelled in, all equal and the same in death. They spared her dull glances, little else. Here and there,…
1. Ask Not Why The Bell Tolls
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3.6 K May 2, '24 15
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At The Edge Of The End
by Monochromatic — North Ridge typically wasn’t one to hesitate, but in this case, he couldn’t help it. From under the shade of a tree, he observed the nearby sleepy town of Willow’s Bend, for once bustling with life and activity. How could it not, after all, when it was their turn to know the truth that had lurked in Equestria’s shadows for millennia? And yet, he hesitated, even if all reason contended he would have found out the truth one way or another. It was simply inevitable that even if he’d never…
1. The Enchanted Era
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4.9 K Apr 24, '24 15
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from ponyville
by Monochromatic — Art, in all its forms, was a deeply personal experience, Rarity found. Twilight and she discussed the matter once as they talked about a book. The idea of whether one can separate the creator from what’s been created. There were some things they agreed one could do such a thing with, such as scientific matters, for example. If one were to create a mathematical equation or theorem or something of the sort, no matter who they were or what their life experiences were, the result would…
1. The Art of Falling Apart
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clinging to life
by Monochromatic — people pleaservariants or less commonly people-pleaser |ˈpē-pəl-ˈplē-zər a person who has an emotional need to please others often at the expense of his or her own needs or desires Dear friend. I would like to tell you a story of a pony named Rarity. My name is not important, nor is my identity, but as the one telling the story, I can't pretend my influence won't be present. I will make observations here and there, and perhaps wax poetic at times, but my goal here is to present a…
1. The Art of Falling Apart
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remark
by Monochromatic — Rarity was a fish in a small pond. No one in Ponyville cared about clothes, not really. Sometimes they wore them, sure, especially for Seeking Night, but beyond that, she’d always known she was niche. She dreamed of making it in Manehattan or Canterlot one day, where more ponies cared for such things, and she’d be famous and great, but back then, all she wanted was to share. And she was good at it, too, which is relevant but not to build her up or put anyone down. It was just a fact,…
1. The Art of Falling Apart
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for the love of the craft
by Monochromatic — Ponies told her she was silly. She lived in Ponyville. A little town in the middle of nowhere, inhabited by simple folk who did not wear or care about clothes in the least. To try and sell clothes to them would be akin to trying to sell food to a rock. But she didn’t care, because she was a designer, and clothes were her medium. She’d had a few successful sales before—small ones, as she was not a very good designer back then—but it wasn’t about the money or the success or any such…
1. The Art of Falling Apart
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