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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
“Tell me, wandering traveler, what do you seek? A roof over your head or a friend to converse with? We have naught but a few houses and a dozen apple trees, but you are welcome to our homes and our food.” “I seek the Princess of Knowledge. I have heard rumors that she has a library around these parts. I bring information on the one she seeks.” “The Princess of Knowledge? You are mistaken, wandering traveler. No princess of any kind has set hoof in our town for a very long time.” “Oh?…- 352.1 K • Completed
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
“What’s wrong, Fluttershy?” Fundraisers at the Pet Center always came bundled with all kinds of emotions for Fluttershy. She knew all her little animal friends needed homes, and she was thrilled to see them go with a loving family, but she couldn’t deny she was also quite sad to see them go. Her eyes wandered over the crowd of ponies gathered outside her cottage, each one entranced by all animals running around and finding new owners. Fluttershy lingered on a little filly playing with a male…- 1.8 K • Oneshot
“If your life was a book, what would it be about?” It was lucky that Ponyville’s streets were empty, or else Rarity wouldn't have heard Twilight’s voice. She’d barely slept the previous night, staying up until six in the morning working on an order for a client, so her drowsy mind still had trouble processing sounds. It certainly didn’t help that it was a particularly chilly morning, and her scarf was doing absolutely nothing to alleviate the cold. Twilight had stopped in front of a wall,…- 4.5 K • Oneshot
XV. The Deafening Silence We did not talk that week. Or, well, we did, I suppose, if you count monosyllabic greetings and thank yous for the coffee and teas as ‘talking’. You remember what I said earlier? How I missed you so horridly those few days we were embroiled in the entire Spike affair and we barely spoke? Well, this, darling, this was much worse. I did not know what to say, what to do, or how to make amends for the damage I’d done. There is nothing for me in…- 45.2 K • Oneshot
- XVIII. A Talk Between Delinquents Life works in mysterious ways, doesn’t it? It’s such a trite expression, used by everypony so often that it’s lost any shred of meaning, and yet it’s true. Life has a tendency, I’ve found, to give you what you want exactly at the precise moment when you don’t want it, and in a way you never wanted it. Is it a way to punish us for being demanding? Entitled? Taking things for granted? Life is a cruel prankster. And its cruelest prank, I thought…
- 45.2 K • Oneshot
Ponies told her she was silly. She lived in Ponyville. A little town in the middle of nowhere, inhabited by simple folk who did not wear or care about clothes in the least. To try and sell clothes to them would be akin to trying to sell food to a rock. But she didn’t care, because she was a designer, and clothes were her medium. She’d had a few successful sales before—small ones, as she was not a very good designer back then—but it wasn’t about the money or the success or any such…- 3.3 K • Ongoing
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