The Turning of the Screwball 1The silvery sound of the bell hanging over the Carousel Boutique's front door rang merrily as its owner hurried out into the crisp morning air, the sun gleaming on her pristine white coat and sending subtle shimmers of purple through the slightly frayed curls of her luxurious violet mane.The Turning of the Screwball 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters
A "Back in Five Minutes" sign was hung in the window in a cloud of sparkling unicorn magic, as Rarity strode past a large boulder that sat by the path, pointedly ignoring it with the slightest upward turn of her muzzle.
A horn painted sign was posted next to the huge stone, with delicate calligraphy stating "The Management of Carousel Boutique humbly requests that customers not bring this object up in conversation. Ever." followed by a flowery "Thank you!" and signed with a cursive R with stylized eyes gazing out from the loop.
She stopped a few steps beyond it, turning back with an annoyed toss of her mane and calling toward the still open door. "Please do come along, Sweetie Belle, I'm far enough be
The Turning of the Screwball 4Button Stitch sat staring into space on Twilight Sparkle's couch, a blanket wrapped around her shivering shoulders.The Turning of the Screwball 44 years ago in Introductions & Chapters
She'd been brought around with smelling salts, dried off with a clean, fluffy towel by the quiet yellow pegasus, and soothed with a cup of strong tea containing a shot of something the orange earth pony referred to as "apple tonic".
The lavender unicorn had scanned her from snout to tail with her glittering horn, consulting a stack of large, dusty tomes from time to time while asking her an exhaustive battery of probing questions about the past few days, to which she replied with a vague sense of disconnection from the answers, while a little purple dragon stood nearby and jotted their exchange down on a piece of parchment.
Now, the unicorn librarian was giving her diagnosis. Button's best customer... that is... her friend Rarity sat beside her gently brushing her mane. While it felt good to have the tangles straightened out, she was tired, more tired than she'd ever felt
Friendship is Magic: Discord Did It Prolouge(Discord's POV)Friendship is Magic: Discord Did It Prolouge4 years ago in Free Verse
I've been stuck as a statue for a full year now.
After having previously been in the same situation for more than a thousand years, you'd think one year would fly by. It doesn't.
I swear, either those ponies were taking their sweet time with changing the seasons, or time really did slow to a crawl for the past year.
I've actually been counting the seconds. There's not much else I can do, considering I'm now made of stone.
My nose itches. I do my best to ignore it. It's not like I can actually scratch it. My body apparently hasn't realized that it's stone. Good for it.
Back to counting, I suppose.
Thirty-one million, six-hundred forty-three thousand, nine-hundred fifty-three.
Thirty-one million, six-hundred forty-three thousand, nine-hundred fifty-four.
Thirty-one million, six-hundred forty-three thousand, nine-hundred fifty-five.
This is so organized.
I'm going Well, I can't be going crazy. How can someone who's basically the living incarnation of insanity and