Chapters
- No one notices themselves growing up. Days go by, one after the other, everything about you feeling the same in every way until something shocks you into realizing you’re not only no longer a child, but it’s been quite some time since you were one. It had been well over a decade since that play, since I allowed Princess Booky to fade away as nothing but a childhood idol, and yet. And yet, standing a few feet away from Princess Twilight, watching her look over a newspaper, my hands…
- 10.0 K • Ongoing
- We are all stories in the end. Your heart will stop, your breath will cease, your flesh will rot, but your story? It will live on and on, in the memories of those around you, in the dozens upon dozens of little echoes you left in your old apartment, in the corner of the local bar, in the scars you left while living on Earth. Two people sit at a bus stop. What they look like isn’t important. Neither are their names. The one on the left holds a paper in their left hand, the thin…
- 7.8 K • Ongoing
- Death was not like Twilight had expected it. I suppose that’s because she couldn’t expect much at all, wandering her library, eyes blacker than a starless, moonless night. This was, after all, what my beloved wanted. This was, after all, what was right, what she deserved. Peace, her endless thoughts so distant and quiet, everything mattering so, so very little. High above, past bookcases gathering dust, hung a chandelier, illuminating the room. She stared up at it, and then…
- 10.0 K • Ongoing
- Death follows Princess Twilight Sparkle like the most loyal of servants. It trails after her as she walks, every footstep casting a dark shadow as endless as the vacant expression in her eyes, surveying her lonely prison made up of tombs for dead trees. She wished she could die. She wished it so often, the poor lonely princess, her fingertips idly brushing against her neck, morbidly recalling facts she’d read from coroners’ reports of people long gone. It could be…
- 10.0 K • Ongoing
- When Twilight Sparkle awoke that morning, she thought it was understood that Rarity didn’t like her, and was only trying to overcompensate out of some misplaced, unnecessary guilt. But now. Well, frankly, even before then, but especially right then and there, the spotlight shining over them, Twilight couldn’t explain Rarity’s actions away. What she had just done was not something somepony did out of misplaced guilt. This was. This felt like. This seemed like flirting. The real…
- 22.1 K • Ongoing
- “Applejack,” Rarity said, nursing a drink as clubgoers walked past their table, “I shouldn’t be here.” “What?” Applejack said, putting down her beer. “You’d rather be at home crying in bed over whats-his-name?” “We were together five years, Applejack,” Rarity replied, privately relieved that saying it aloud hadn’t drawn out tears then. Every second, she thought of him. Every stupid, quiet moment, she thought of him. God, she was tired of it. Her eyes lingered on two men…
- 14.7 K • Ongoing
- Celestia remembered it like it was yesterday. Her little sister—a unicorn barely past her fillyhood—weeping over the deer, the animal’s breathing heavy and pained, its mangled legs torn beyond any hope of repair. She remembered the thick scent of blood staining the air, heavy and sickening and sad. “Shhh, little one. We will help you.” Luna was cradling the deer’s head, whispering comforting words as if the deer could even listen, its gaze unfocused and dazed. “You will be…
- 1.6 K • Completed
- If her conversation with Rarity at the boutique helped in any way, Twilight sure didn’t feel like it. If anything, it seemed to have made things worse. The weeks after, at the train station, Twilight noticed Rarity seemed much more preoccupied with conversing with her friend than actually searching for her ‘soulmate’, if she even went to the train station at all. More often than not, it seemed, the unicorn would change course last minute, insisting Twilight and she go do something else…
- 22.1 K • Ongoing
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