Chapters
Though Ambris knew how to use a computer, and in fact had been the one to insist the Canterlot library did all its filing and paperwork digitally, she couldn’t deny she preferred to do her first drafts with pen and paper. A computer felt impersonal, devoid of the author’s personality, while calligraphy had the author literally written all over it. “Cinder blinked, her heart racing at the sight of the ruins. They were…” Ambris’ murmurings drifted off, and she glanced at the list of…- 5.4 K • Oneshot
The first two weeks were the worst. They seemed so far away now, but their ghost remained here and there, in the aches in her chest. It hadn’t felt real, is one thing she remembered most. Swirling around in the depths of a pain she had never known could be so intense, she kept thinking it wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. It had happened so fast, there was no earthly way it was real. Twilight will call me. Twilight, who had shut the door in no uncertain terms, literally…- 2.3 K • Ongoing
- Twilight wasn’t one to worry. Alright, that was a lie. Twilight Sparkle was one to constantly worry, which is why she made sure that her entire life functioned according to her checklists and schedules, but she liked to believe she wasn’t as much of a worrywart as she’d been when she first arrived to Ponyville. Which was why, when she arrived at the train station the next day, she was surprised (not worried, definitely not worried) to find Rarity wasn’t there. It wasn’t…
- 22.1 K • Ongoing
I'm not yours, and you're not mineBut we can sit and pass the timeNo fighting wars, no ringing chimesWe're just feeling fine I. It was a fact unsaid that Fluttershy and Rarity were the best of friends. Wherever they went, they usually went together, coordinating their busy schedules to match their free time. Fluttershy liked this. She always enjoyed Rarity’s company, right from the start when the unicorn was her only friend, to even now, when she had many other friends…- 2.7 K • Oneshot
- Ambris Knot had a strange name. Well, not a strange name, just one that didn’t sound all that nice or interesting and certainly not one that, according to her editor, would inspire people to pick up her books. Her several archaeological non-fiction books had sold moderately well, but had never been the inspired hits she thought they deserved to be. You should try fiction, her editor had said after she’d confessed she was frustrated. All these archaeology books, they’re fine and all,…
- 5.4 K • Oneshot
- It was always worse at night. When things were quiet, and Pinkie had left, and Incantation was asleep, and all the company she had were her own thoughts. The thoughts that haunted her when she had nothing else to do, when she couldn’t force herself to sew anymore, or read, or… I miss Twilight. The neverending thought, over and over, always there, like a mantra she knew was poisonous but couldn’t help repeating despite how hard she tried. She didn’t want to be like this.…
- 2.3 K • Ongoing
Dear friend... I hope it’s not too presumptuous of me to call you such. I’m well aware I’m just another in a long line of individuals vying for your attention, but considering what’s at stake, I believe it is best to be bold. To hope that if I play my cards well—and goodness, I had better play them well, or else—you will indeed become my dear, dear friend. So, that being said, let me paint you a scene. Inside an opulent white manor, the lives of three women collide…- 3.8 K • Ongoing
Darling, don't you weepThere's a place for meSomewhere we can sleepSee you in your dreams The library had been quiet that day save for the rain thumping against the windows. Thump, thump, thump. Sophie tried not to think too much about the many dead-ends of her life, but it was hard not to think about it when the library was empty. She was supposed to be more—someone making groundbreaking discoveries. But instead, there she was, twenty-nine years old, taking care of the…- 4.7 K • Ongoing
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