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Once upon a time, the princess of the night loved Hearth’s Warming eve, partaking in the many festivities and pastries. It was the holiday where she shone, where events went on long past midnight, and her subjects for once stayed up with her, laughing and dancing and celebrating. Then she became Nightmare Moon. Then Equestria was told for a thousand years that she was a dastardly, evil pony bent on bringing night-everlasting (which, granted, she was, but still). Then she came back, but ponies no…- 1.9 K • Oneshot
It had been a rough month for Twilight Sparkle. Lots of princess duties to take care of, lots of assignments from Princess Celestia to finish, and lots of duties in general. Tasks that piled up and took over her time, and it was easy, in those kind of situations, to neglect one's beloved. It didn't help, either, that Rarity was quite literally like a smitten kitten, loving nothing more than to interrupt Twilight, always purring and demanding constant attention. Days passed, hours of intense work,…- 1.6 K • Oneshot
“I have to admit this is kinda weird,” Twilight Sparkle said, readjusting herself on the picnic mat for the umptenth time, offering an awkward smile at… well, herself. It had been several hours already since she’d met her counterpart, but she felt she’d never get used to it. “But it is fascinating, though! Why do you think you need glasses and I don’t?” Twilight, the human one, laughed timidly, adjusting said glasses. “I don’t know? Maybe it has to do with our… er… natural forms,…- 1.5 K • Oneshot
Twilight Sparkle. How does… How does one describe Twilight Sparkle? How can one truly and sincerely hope to capture on paper a pony as interesting as she? I never knew how to do so in life, and now in death, I still don’t. But I shall try. I am dead, I should say. It admittedly slipped my mind to establish this rather vital fact, but if you have lived a life as long as mine, then you’ve learned a few things, including the fact that details hardly matter in the grand scheme of things. Details…- 1.3 K • Oneshot
“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
Twilight Sparkle was having a hard time processing the statement. “You what?” From the other side of the room, Rarity looked up from the dress she was working on and found her marefriend staring at her with bewildered eyes. "I can't believe Rainbow Dash told you that I was nervous at the idea of asking you out." "No, the other thing." She blinked once, twice, thrice. “Oh. That yes, it's true. I even remember practicing how to ask you out in front of a mirror,” she repeated…- 1.2 K • Oneshot
“Do you think relationships matter?” The question floated into the air like a feather on the breeze. Floating, and floating, and floating and hoping to land somewhere that made sense. Twilight’s eyes followed the invisible query, her back on the bed and her friend’s chin on her stomach. Did things ever matter, she wondered. “What?” asked Pinkie, a frown marring her face. “What’d you mean?” “I don’t know,” said Twilight. It was just a thought, she thinks a second…- 1.1 K • Oneshot
It would be romantic to say that fate is in charge of us all. That it was destiny that Twilight Sparkle and I met, destiny we should find each other again. Certainly, I believed it then, but now? Now, as this part of my tale spins to an end, I think that’s not right. Falling in love was inevitable. But loving each other? Loving each other was a choice. That’s what love is, really. In all shapes and forms, it is a choice one has to make over and over again. The choice to love yourself, as…- 119.3 K • Completed
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