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    • casual friends

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      by Monochromatic Here is a scene delivered unto you as it happened and as it felt:  It was a Tuesday afternoon, the weather a cold 40° degrees Fahrenheit , rolling gray clouds shadowing the university grounds and Twilight Sparkle, a half-full backpack hanging from her shoulders.  Twilight Sparkle was, in that moment, committing two grave sins. The first—we will speak of the second at a later time—was the sin of hope. Of excitement, of desire, wanting, but she was oblivious to her crime, foolish silly…
    • and they were neighbors

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      by Monochromatic Twilight was used to pulling all-nighters, her sleep schedule and eyesight destroyed by the dozens of textbooks she poured over under terrible light. Empty energy drink cans and tea mugs competed for space on her desk. She just wasn’t a morning person. She’d never been one, no matter how hard she’d tried. She felt much more awake at night, which is why she’d signed up for afternoon classes, content with coming home and studying in the peaceful silence of the night. Well, the mostly peaceful…
    • 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…
    • Abuela is on the case!

      by Monochromatic 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…
    • [4/4] maybe death is like falling asleep

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      by Monochromatic I.No one commented on Twilight’s silence during dinner.She would have liked to think it was because they thought she was tired, but she knew better than that. Maybe Incantation might think that, but she’d seen Princess Luna and Primrose speaking. She couldn’t imagine Princess Luna hadn’t said something, even if she hoped the more personal details had been kept private.  She didn’t want Primrose to know what she felt. It shamed her just to think of the elderly mare knowing how deeply hurt…
    • [3/4] maybe then i could finally be free

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      by Monochromatic I.  Despite the thousands of years Twilight had been gone, Canterlot and Cadance looked much the same as she’d left them.  It was obvious Cadance had prepared for a much more emotional Twilight Sparkle, one who would weep and wail over her parents, and her brother, and her lost life. This was not the Twilight she met.  This Twilight Sparkle had no more tears left in her. Maybe it was a blessing, even if she felt guilty for it, that her grief for her parents and brother so paled in…
    • [2/4] nothing to fight

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      by Monochromatic I.  Without a way of telling it, time stretched out before Princess Twilight Sparkle like an ocean.  Minutes melted into hours, hours melted into days, days into weeks, weeks into months, months into years, and years into decades, until the ocean of time swallowed her whole and she couldn’t even feel it around her anymore as she sunk to its bottom. Minutes could be as slow as centuries in this ocean just as easily as months could be as fast as seconds.  “It’s a clock!” the…
    • [1/4] nothing to protect

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      by Monochromatic I. His name was Copper Tune. He was a unicorn. This was his first meeting. This was her fourth.  There was a lot that could be said of Copper. That his coat—copper like his name—looked remarkably soft, almost as if inviting you to touch it. Or that his mane, a pretty olive green, should look wrong, like rust, but somehow fit him perfectly. Or that his cutie mark—a pink harpsichord—looked just a little out of place in that red sea.  But what struck her, as he introduced himself,…
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