Chapters
"I read in a book today," Fluttershy said, once, sitting on her cottage's floor as she brushed Angel's coat, "that you can pinpoint somepony's entire personality to a single or a few defining childhood events." "I can agree with that," Rarity had replied, idly lying on her friend's couch as she waited for the clock to strike three and she'd leave to meet Twilight for a picnic-date. "Really? What were yours?" When Rarity was little, her mother once helped her make a care package for…- 2.5 K • Completed
- Today we find the elderly Hortensia “Abuela” Mondragon in her most natural and comfortable state: being a relentless busybody. Standing thin and tall under the frame of the kitchen door, wearing her Wednesday best, Abuela takes in the state of affairs through her thick, blue glasses: the counters piled with ingredients in varying states of preparation; a cookbook titled ‘America Does Have a Cuisine’ propped open to a meatloaf recipe; and, most importantly, her fellow elder Po Po—short…
- 5.5 K • Oneshot
This is a happy story. It was a rainy autumn day when I told Twilight Sparkle I loved her. I believe it happened about a year before she became an alicorn. We’d been having dinner at a restaurant in Canterlot, and after a wonderfully expensive dessert, I told her and she refused to believe me. “Really?” she’d asked me, stunned, flustered, delighted. She was so stunned, this silly little scholar who’d assumed I’d never be romantically interested in a bookworm who knew about many…- 2.3 K • Oneshot
She hadn’t meant to overhear. As a matter of fact, she wished with every fiber of her being, mind and soul that she hadn’t overheard because she’d still be blissfully unaware of the meaning of misery. It was like their words were some sort of lethal poison, not meant to kill the victim, but seep into their very being and bring neverending pain. “How about that young duke?” had said Rarity’s father in perfect flawless French; perfect French Twilight understood because she’d spent…- 14.9 K • Oneshot
Princess Luna still found immense comfort in the dream realm. As much as it excited her to be able to actually discover and move around New Equestria, her home—beyond wherever Pinkie was—was the dream realm and all its wonders—the one place she truly felt belonged to her. But on that night, as she entered her realm, surrounded by thousands of multi-colored doors, she knew something was different. Namely, that she was not alone. With a spark of magic, the scenery around her…- 25.1 K • Ongoing
People will always think they know what and who you are. No matter what one does, what one says, what one is, they will slam a gavel in their mind and declare their verdict, weighing you down with the handcuffs they’ve now so rudely locked on your wrists. This man is a no-good deadbeat. This woman is a snob. This boy can do no wrong. This girl’s a whore. It can’t be helped, I suppose. There are scholars out there who I’m sure can explain this a thousand times better than I could…- 119.3 K • Completed
“You have one hour before you die,” he said, staring out the window and into the night sky. He snapped his thin fingers and a clock appeared before him. “Actually, you have one hour, five minutes and thirty-two seconds.” “Why! That’s not a lot,” noted Mayor Mare from her bed, tucked under covers that had always kept her warm. She blinked at him. “And you are?” He smiled. “Death,” he said, wanting to change up the answer to a question he’d been asked thrice already. He wasn’t…- 1.2 K • Oneshot
As she made her way through the Everfree Forest, Rarity occupied her time mentally reviewing important events for the upcoming weeks. First, she had a few commission deadlines to complete, then there was that super-deluxe spa treatment next Thursday, and that was it. Wait, no, she thought, feeling a little embarrassed at forgetting. Father’s birthday is next week. I need to send him a present sometime before the weekend. Her communication with her parents was rather scarce, to be…- 1.2 K • Oneshot
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