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      This Is For Me – Open Letter | Author’s Note

      This Is For Me – Open Letter | Author’s Note Cover
      by Monochromatic Hi everyone. This is Mono! I need to make an announcement regarding the story, and I need it to happen within the story, and this is my website so here I am. I am sorry this isn't an actual update, but it's relevant to updates, so please bear with me. To anyone still reading this, or interested, or invested, I need to be fully upfront with you about something because it is the reason I've not touched the story in months (beyond Grad School) and I am at a point where it feels like cancelling the story…
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      The Celestia Debate

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      by Monochromatic A crisp wind chilled Twilight Sparkle, her wings rustling at her side. Truthfully, she would have liked this meeting to happen inside the castle, where she would be warm, but Cadance had insisted on holding it outside for fresh air. So, there they all were instead—they being herself, Rarity, Princess Luna, Cadance, as well as Spike and Rainbow—all gathered in a courtyard outside the castle.  “So, let me get this straight...” Spike lay slumped in the castle gardens, an enormous claw…
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      The Princess in the Library

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      by Monochromatic On the way home from Canterlot, Rarity the unicorn had unequivocally told anyone and everyone that the second she got to Ponyville, she would be busy resting with a capital R. Until such time as the secret event they were all scheming happened, she would speak to no one (except for Twilight), help no one (except for Twilight), and do nothing (except for… well…) However, as things often go in life, her plans did not pan out as neatly as she’d envisioned them.  Doing nothing eventually…
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      all i do is get over you

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      by Monochromatic We’d rented a cabin a little north of White Tail Woods.  I remember the drive there, the wind tussling his blue hair, one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding mine—not as shyly as the first time he got to hold it, but still as gentle.  “I’ll get the fireplace going as soon as we get there,” he was saying. “The owner told me there’s a little projector we can use to watch some films, too. What do you think?” I smiled. “I think that sounds lovely.” Even…
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