MLP Friendship is Epic 01MLP and characters created by Hasbro & Lauren FaustMLP Friendship is Epic 014 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Random references by lots of other sci-fi and fantasy
Friendship is Epic is taken from random craziness in pony-chats across the internet. I have collated them into a story - but the ideas in general are fueled by the casual comments of dozens of random anonymous fans.
MY LITTLE PONY: FRIENDSHIP IS EPIC
by Noir deSilhouette
It was a peaceful day in Ponyville. The pegasus ponies had done a great job of clearing the sky to a beautiful blue with just a few decorative white drifting clouds. The bright spectrum of pony colors strolled the streets as the inhabitants of Ponyville enjoyed the weather, the warm sun and cool breeze.
A tan pony with a dark brown mane came galloping through the town, the hourglass on his flank marking him as Doctor Whooves, Ponyville's resident mad genius. Usually he was pretty sedate, just wandering around and helping out, but every once in a while he could
Sophie is JewishSophie is sixSophie is Jewish8 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
"Why don't you go to Hebrew school with me?"
"Because Sophie, I'm Christian. My school has a different name."
"Oh.. Do you have Shabbat?"
"In a way, we just call it something else."
"Do you get to stay up late on Shabbat?"
"Erm.. I suppose you could say that."
"Do you have to read the Torah?"
"Yup, it just has a different name."
"Do you pray before bed?"
"But you get Christmas right?"
"But I get Chanukah!"
"Actually, I get that too."
"Oh..." "Do learn about Elohim in your school?"
"Yeah, we just call him something else."
"Because your Chrisitan and I'm Jewish."
"We can still be best friends right?"
Eating HabitsGarlic, ginger, rosemary, thyme, spinach, tomatoes, a little tabasco. The meat came last.Eating Habits5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
With a scowl she scooped out the lard with her hand and slopped it onto the floor, before proceeding to grind the mixture. Baba Yaga sighed. She didn't have to watch her weight in the old days.
Humans these days. So unhealthy.
Hazama's BioHazama's Bio4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Yuuki "Hazama" Terumi
"I'm Hazama from the NOL's Intelligence Department. Pleased to meet you." Hazama
"Now, let's see how long you'll last." Terumi
Country of origin: Unknown
Date of Birth: April 29
Likes: Boiled Eggs and Silver Accessories
Dislikes: Loud sounds and Cats
Height: 6'0" (183 cm)
Weight: 134 lbs (61 kg)
Race: Shade (Dead Human)
Fighting Style: Unknown
Signature Weapon Type: Twin Tantos and a retractable chain
Signature Weapon Name: Geminus Anguium: Ouroboros
Control Scheme: BB-IZM
P1 Outfit (Hazama): Original Outfit
P2 Outfit (Hazama): P1 Fedora hat, boots and fingerless gloves; a black pimp coat with silver Ouroboros-symbol buttons and green-lined, snake-head coattails and sleeves; and a pair of black tuxedo pants with a green belt with a silver buckle that looks similar to his Nox Nyctores and green-lined snake-head pant legs.
P1 Outfit (Terumi): Original Outfit
P2 Outfit (Terumi): Dark green snakeskin hooded trenchcoat; a pair of
Infection - PrologueInfection - Prologue3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
On the eighth of May 2016, a modified influenza virus was synthesized in government-controlled labs located in the heart of the English midlands; onlookers were to believe it was developing a new vaccine.
The virus' production was funded for by an anonymous source, though companies with the funds to do so were scarce; individuals with the funds were scarcer.
Specifications were extensive: the virus was to increase higher brain function, the intensity and range of senses smell, sight, hearing, increase pain threshold, allow the body to digest more foods a list was provided and to allow the brain to 'shut down' unneeded parts like an aquatic mammal to reduce the need for sleep.
The intended use for the virus was not known, but technicians believed it was the work of someone with a view to 'improving' the human race. While not many were optimistic about the virus' effectiveness, work continued for several months until a promising batch was produced.
An unlikely bre
Real Men of GeniusReal Men of Genius5 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Bud Light Presents: Real Men of Genius
(real men of genius!)
Today we salute you, Mr. Devious News Article Rejector Guy.
(Mr. Devious News Article Rejector Guy!)
One hundred people loved the article, but what do they know?
(wake up, sheeple!)
Anyone can lend their public support, but your faceless thumbs-down will be heard around the world.
(anonymity is my friend!)
For you, it's not about the content or the cause, it's about the DDs you've never received on your erotic furry fiction.
(just don't understand me!)
Yours is a lone voice now, but soon the faceless masses will pour in to reject this article along with you, just as soon as you can make the alt accounts.
(my personal army!)
So crack open an ice-cold Bud Light, ninja of negation, because no party is complete without a wet blanket.
(Mr. Devious News Article Rejector Guy!)
Gunners, Chapter OneApril 11, 103 PNGunners, Chapter One5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
One day, you will find your own Wonderland."
My father often told tales of an epidemic called the 'Red Scare' and how it tore through the land, turning friends into targets, and bringing forth a new terror to the world. Countries that were once allies in the old war now had each other in their cross hairs. Spies had infiltrated the enemy's land, gathering information for their side. My father, with a flash of disappointment in his tone, told us of how the war soon turned to a standstill, and how no lives were lost, until a single press of a button unleashed Lucifer from Hell. In an instant, children who were walking home from school, mothers who were cleaning house and preparing a roast, and men who were puffing cigars while laughing their cares away managed but a confused glance to the white flash. There were those who were dubbed lunatics by their friends who had registered their loved ones to shelters deep in the earth.
To the crazy prophets, the world ended on Octo
D.E.P.A.R.TD.E.P.A.R.TD.E.P.A.R.T5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dieing on the inside.
Eating away my soul.
Pain within my heart.
Alone without control.
Reading all my memories.
Tearing up my soul.
Fuck You, CancerKay didn't want it.Fuck You, Cancer5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
No, no, no, no, no.
She screwed the shiny leaflet up into a tight ball, not caring that the sharp edges dug into her palms, and threw it into the open fireplace, smugly watching the flames eat up her information. It was permanently ingrained now anyway.
She didn't want alopecia. To have to wrap her bald head in scarves and wigs that itched. She didn't want to vomit her stomach up every time she tried to keep some form of nourishment in it. She didn't want her red blood cells to die away so all she had energy for was to lie down and sob. She didn't want her skin to be so sore and fragile her legs would bleed freely every time she shaved, and one good sneeze could be detrimental. She didn't want her nails to blacken and split, her flesh to swell up, bulbous and shiny and bloated. She didn't want to tremble and convulse, and not have a steady enough hand for icing, or enough nerve endings to feel the soothingly smooth skin of her husband's body. She
RR: Recall"That " Yako gaped, staring at Akane who's face seemed to grow more and more annoyed after every second that passed after she had revealed the shocking, unbelievable truth. "That can't be right!"RR: Recall5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"What makes you think I'm lying?" Akane asked in a bitter tone, raising an eyebrow. "The news that you're the girl Neuro fell in love with should be fantastic news."
"But I don't remember any of it!" Yako exclaimed. "If I met someone like Neuro I would have remembered it!" Akane sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose between her fingers.
"Do you honestly think you were allowed to remember?" She asked Yako, looking aggravated. "Wiping your memories clean of Neuro was a crueler punishment than killing you. The fact that the girl Neuro practically went mad over would never recall the memory of him again tore him apart more than you being sent to heaven with those precious memories intact."
Yako stared at Akane, disbelief still heavy in her gaze. Heaving an annoyed sigh, Akane took her b
RipcordIt is warm black clothRipcord5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that tumbles my loose head
My eyes shrink softly
below the ragged line
under the camphor blankets.
there is a man at the back door.
Under trembling turkey-pink-
Heart jangles on the ripcord kick
flay these arms at the silhouette
snatching at the hot light prickles
it is black behind him.
My gorge is dry packed
a dust wall a dumbed jam
and trying to force the tight
broken glass scream
out panic! out panic! out
out out out
is like tearing plastercast with teeth
like defecating a tumour-
the noise thumps!
mouth roof from beef chest,
a solid bark gasp,
coughing a nightmare dog out through
electric waves of naked pimpled skin,
but the room is a black heatpress
and the teeth in the walls sing
that I am still asleep-
don't let him in
foreign object tapping at the locks.
a sepsis stare...
The fairy tale of death
Engine of Chaos"Define problem," I said, watching my guest over steepled fingers.Engine of Chaos5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The man - he had introduced himself as Edward Carter - twisted a machine-pressed felt hat between calloused hands.
"Well, I run a warehouse in the West India docks for a Mister Hibberd," he began, and grimaced, his pale brow furrowing beneath lank, age-bleached hair. "Top gent. But... There's somethin' tha's not right."
Oil-stained fingernails bit into his hat's brim, and he wet his lips.
"The foreman - he's walked out on me. An' I can't get lightermen in for love nor money. It's me engineer..." The felt hat audibly complained at his attentions. "He's gone a bit... I think he's blown a valve - if you'll excuse the expression."
He paused, and glanced anxiously about the room. Though I doubt he found much comfort there; my study was sparsely decorated at best. His eyes paused on my coat stand, before wandering idly over my desk, and finally, relucta
FloodThe sun came out this weekFlood5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
after a full year of rain,
my lips puckered,
fingers pruned like
the skin around old-woman
I wrung my hair of salt
and old sea lions,
until it was dry and limp,
let water spill out my ears
until the floor was wet.
You came in with the mop
and limped about a mess
the water-weak floor groaning,
cleaned up a life of liquid.
In your yellow bucket
the year looked miniature
not nearly half as deep
as it had fell.
RR: Forget"You don't look too hot." Kanae noted as she and Yako left the school grounds, Higuchi close behind them. Yako responded with an exhausted yawn before explaining herself.RR: Forget5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"I just didn't get much sleep, that's all," She told her. It wasn't a total lie, if she had to guess she'd only gotten about two hours of shuteye. She just didn't tell her why. Neuro had claimed her bed, leaving her to try and sleep on her floor. If that wasn't enough every little noise that came from outside had sent fear coursing through her. God forbid the demon who had attacked before would come back and finish the job while they slept.
"Because you were studying, I trust?" Kanae asked, raising an eyebrow. "We have that massive exam at cram school after all." Yako felt a nervous feeling rise inside her gut. She'd completely forgotten about it. There was also the pressing matter of Neuro still dwelling in her room that needed attention. She couldn't bear to think of what would happen if her grandparents got back
Abortion -- Pro-Choice EssayThe following essay is separated into six parts, addressing concerns and opinions about the abortion debate.Abortion -- Pro-Choice Essay7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
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I. The important definitions of pro-life and pro-choice.
I feel this needs to be cleared up within the abortion debate. Misrepresentations of the pro-life and pro-choice positions is a root cause of abortion propaganda.
A general summation of a pro-lifer's views:
Life begins at conception. A fetus is a person. The unborn child is human. Abortion is not safe. Roe v. Wade should be overturned. The government should not fund abortions. Abortion should be made completely illegal as it is murder.
(A pro-lifer supports the life of the fetus.)
A general summation of a pro-choicer's views:
Life technically begins at conception, but the true debate should be over when personhood begins. A fetus or embryo is not a person. The unborn child is not a human. Abortion is safe. I support Roe v.
haikuwrimo summer 2008haikuwrimo summer 20087 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
sayokaze ya kareha hitokire michiwatari
the gentle night breeze-
a dried leaf
ventures across the road.
iro aseta shashin wo terasu nishibi kana
upon a faded photograph,
the westerly sun.
nodokeshi ya sharin no mae de hato tudou
in front of car wheels.
kasa no iro ooku ni ame wa furituzuku
colorful umbrellas on the walkway,
the incessant rain.
yuuyake no furui rouka ya meshi kaoru
old corridor in evening glow-
rice fragrance wafts.
Obessed Much?"TECHTECHTECHTECHTECHTECHTECHTECHTEEEEECCCCHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!"Obessed Much?6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The roadrunner's voice pierced the once calm and silent atmosphere of laboratory; Tech cringed and whimpered with pain. His ears were never good with high pitched noises, especially when Rev started yelling like that. As much as he loved Rev, there was times were he had to restrain himself from taping the bird's beak up with duck tape. Rev came bursting into the lab with his trademark high speed energy, racing around the room several times before skidding to a halt just a few metres away from Tech. Barely out of breath, the speedster gave the coyote a big smile before speaking.
Tech cringed again before answering the roadrunner.
"Can you lower your voice please? I don't think my ears can take anymore reverberations that go way beyond the sound barrier."
Rev looked sheepishly at Tech, a look that made Tech feel guilty and made him want to laugh all at the same time. He smiled despite himself. A
winter footnoteswinter footnoteswinter footnotes5 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
your elbows were anchors
in a softly-lit parking lot,
where you sang to glass and paper:
and your visions are quiet hills
your visions are shy sounds
your visions are sheep covered in frost.
like an old shoe-
that dry rasp
that leaves me covered in skin flakes,
brushed onto the wall .
I am the raised bumps in spackle-
ripped off with the sound of a poor phonograph:
in my chain link home,
a residual ghost.
I Hate YouYou're annoying,I Hate You5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You're a jerk.
You're a douchebag,
You're not cool.
You're not awesome like you think you are,
You no respect for anyone,
You treated me like crap.
You're a dick to my friends,
You're not a total badass.
You make wanna cry,
And punch you in the face.
You don't care about anyone,
Except for yourself.
You're just straight up mean,
And I hate you.
Don't shave my assLlamas lynch ageing mule; ass shaved.Don't shave my ass4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Arman and the Flaming DragonIt was the fortieth year in the reign of King Delnadio. His royal graciousness saw fit to hold a most exquisite banquet in honor of this landmark occasion, inviting all in his kingdom be they commoner, noble, or other to attend.Arman and the Flaming Dragon7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Other, you ask? Thatd be my kind. You know, the ones that keep the noble life worth living. The ones behind the scenes. Or rather, behind your chair with a knife.
Anyway, there was the banquet. Everyone far and wide came to the great halls of the castle to partake in the merriment. The privileged few of the higher classes showed up in their carriages and whatnot, dressed as sharply as they dared, although most of the guests simply showed up on the grounds wearing a shirt they felt had the least amount of holes. But regardless of ones social status, all were herded into the main hall for the presentation of the Queen and the Kings daughter, as well as the initiation of the feast.
Now normally those twod simply show up at the Kings s