Gee. I'm bored.Hey everypony! Rainbow Dash here! How are you all doing? It's kinda bad for me! We gotta cause the winter time right now with the clouds, I'm scheduled! Gotta dash!Gee. I'm bored.1 hour ago in Personal More Like This
Re-organizing my favoritesYeah. I need to do some re-organizing. Not much to say.Re-organizing my favorites1 hour ago in Personal More Like This
The Blue Moon Brings Death part 5Part 5: Hide and SeekThe Blue Moon Brings Death part 51 hour ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The records at the Canterlot train station were kept in a small room that was only slightly larger than a broom closet; somepony had somehow managed to force five filing cabinets into the small space. Several papers floated through the air, captured in a lavender field. Twilight flipped through them, searching for Railrider's name.
Twilight growled in annoyance. "This would be so much easier if they had a decent filing system! Who's in charge of these, anyway?"
Flash looked up from his own pile of papers, which were spread out on the floor. "Keep looking. That info has got to be here somewhere. It may be the key to all of this."
"Key to all of what?" Twilight said, still examining the papers. "What are you two--wait, I found it!" She pulled out a paper that listed the trains that left and arrived the station last night.
Phillip took it and looked it over. "Last night, Railrider brought in a cargo train from Vanhoover carrying...oh, this is
Duty and Protocol The feeling of the spindly, icy fingers, almost like the thin popsicles Bado would hand to her and Kiel on a hot day when they were young, unnerved her in a most alarming way. When Forte realized the setting of the memory, she loosed a nervous shriek. At least, she would have, but the body she inhabited remained frozen in place, eyes locked with her ill mother's.Duty and Protocol 2 hours ago in Romance More Like This
Her mother laid pitifully in the Clinic bed. Her golden curls, once gleaming with all the joys in life, were now reduced to dull, thin, lifeless things. Her dry, pale skin scratched against Forte's. And her eyes - her sparkling, sapphire eyes gazed back with all their hollow melancholy.
Forte's throat choked helplessly, her nose twitching with a sniff to keep its watery contents at bay. She blinked hard at the collecting tears.Why this? she internally questioned. Of all things to show me, why must it be this? Earlier, the Selphian princess clearly had no idea what she was talking about. The tow