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
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
Twilight Sparkle (the horse one) quickly made her way through the busy streets of the city (the human one), clutching in her hand a piece of parchment with a very worrying note from Celestia (the princess one). When she turned around the corner, her eyes narrowed at the sight of her large, gray, and dreary destination: CERFEX BANK. Her brisk walk became a jog, which then became a run when she remembered what exactly was at stake. Please, don’t let me be late. Pushing…- 1.2 K • Oneshot
The woman always stopped by the shop every other day at precisely six in the afternoon. In fact, Rarity thought, her eyes trained on her watch’s hands ticking ever so close to six, she should be here any minute now. She—as in, Rarity—probably oughtn’t to be so obvious about it, should she? No, I shouldn’t, she told herself, walking over to the cash register and pretending to look busy counting the bills she’d already counted before. One, two, three, four— Ding, ding! chimed…- 1.2 K • Oneshot
Making her way downtown, trotting fast, Rarity was Golden Oaks-bound. A saddlebag bounced at her side, reminding her with every thump of the heavy book inside it. She knew she should have said “no, thank you” when Twilight insisted she took it home to read. She knew she would hate it—really, who would like a risqué romance book titled Calculust except for Twilight?—but she’d been too polite to say no and so now there she was. Returning it that same day, the word “tangenitals” seared…- 1.2 K • Oneshot
Dear friend. It has been a while, hasn’t it? Not for you, I imagine, for you know everything that ever was and ever will be, and yet… And yet here I am, telling you my story as if you don’t know it already. Then again, I suppose this is the nature of storytelling, isn’t it? Every story told we already know, yet we still yearn to hear it again and again, each time freshened up with a different coat of paint. But you seem upset, today, dear friend. I wonder why. Is it because I directly…- 119.3 K • Completed
In the thousand or so years Princess Twilight had been alive, she’d never given love a second thought. It just wasn’t for her, her life too much of a mess to think about sharing it with somepony else. It wasn’t that she’d assumed she’d die alone—not that she could even die at this point, anyway—but she’d always felt she was content with what she had: her mentor and family, once upon a time, and now her books and owls and friends and… Her. Her, who kept upheaving Twilight’s…- 1.1 K • Oneshot
Every Wednesday, Pinkie and I met to eat cheese. I saw her so often that I practically knew her inside out! I felt like I understood her relationship with Maude now, able to tell somepony’s mood even with just minute differences. I felt the same truthfully when it came to Pinkie Pie. I could tell when she was happy or sad, or when all was well, and when all was not. But I digress. The point is we never missed a single meeting. You must understand this: never had we ever missed a…- 1.1 K • Completed
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