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    • Issues

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      by Monochromatic Twilight Sparkle wrote in her notebook in neat purple pen: The Elephant in the RelationshipRarity and Rainbow Dash (3 years together - March 20XX to March 20XY) are having relationship issues.  Things felt easier to contend with when she could see them written before her—especially things she hated to have to deal with, like the cheesy Christmas music blaring out the mega-mall speakers, or the fact that two of her dearest friends were clearly having relationship…
    • not even death do us part

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      by Monochromatic Though the path to the underworld was arduous and long, Twilight Sparkle traveled it regardless.  It wound through endless gray, under a black cavern roof beyond the reach of any light, like a night sky shorn of stars. Bare rock walls pressed in, gray with age and with the specters that lined the passageways. She saw ponies of all tribes, all ages, all classes, colorless as the world they now dwelled in, all equal and the same in death. They spared her dull glances, little else. Here and there,…
    • Spectacles

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      by Monochromatic Twilight Sparkle stared at the princess across the room, completely gobsmacked.  “What do you mean you ‘guess’ you should wear your spectacles?”  Princess Rarity looked up from her desk, furrowing her brow. “...Yes? Father told me I need to be prepared for my meeting with the dignitaries, so I suppose I should take my reading seriously.”  Twilight blinked at her, struggling to piece words together for almost a full half-minute before she finally settled on blurting out:…
    • babe, i did it for you

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      by Monochromatic There was no one Rarity loved in the whole world more than Rainbow Dash.  Granted, she was only a high schooler, and she’d hardly met most of the whole world, but she was fairly certain that, out of the many people she’d met, which were many, she loved no one more than she loved Rainbow Dash.  On a separate note, Rainbow Dash was a very interesting person who—dear reader, I mean this in the best of ways—was prone to getting into situations. It was her nature, who she was, that if…
    • Acknowledged

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      by Monochromatic "I read in a book today," Fluttershy said, once, sitting on her cottage's floor as she brushed Angel's coat, "that you can pinpoint somepony's entire personality to a single or a few defining childhood events." "I can agree with that," Rarity had replied, idly lying on her friend's couch as she waited for the clock to strike three and she'd leave to meet Twilight for a picnic-date.   "Really? What were yours?" When Rarity was little, her mother once helped her make a care package for…
    • A Moment

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      by Monochromatic The nightmares happened often enough that she was starting to get used to them.  She’d wake up with a start, her heart pounding in her chest, followed in short order by her eyes desperately looking to the spot next to her on the bed and only relaxing when she’d see Twilight there—sleeping soundly, there next to her rather than trapped in the library behind a black barrier.  Rarity took a deep breath, rubbing her hoof against her forehead. It’s over, she’d think to herself,…
    • The Tooth Hurts, Rainbow Dash

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      by Monochromatic Rainbow Dash was so friggin’ excited.  Not only was she hanging out with her friends, but they were also taking her to a SUPER COOL SECRET PARK that she’d never been to before! So secret she was even blindfolded and stuff!  Man, she’d make a cool secret agent. Anyway. “Never been to this one?” she asked as her friends guided her towards… wherever. “I dunno, girls. I’ve been to a LOT of parks.” “You’ve never been to this one,” Rarity said,…
    • Of Bridges and Buses

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      by Monochromatic 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…
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