Soarin's SecretWhile everypony in Equestria was heading for Canterlot for good protection from the Antmen, Soarin' was just sitting in the park that evening, thinking about what he had just done earlier that day.Soarin's Secret4 years ago in Romance More Like This
He and Spitfire had taken there Wonderbolt uniforms off, for there truthfully was no reason, due to there being dark times with monster Ants rampaging everywhere.
They just took a stroll down the streetmet up with Twilight Sparkle, Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie, Rainbow Dash, Applejack, Rarity, Spike and Griffy preparing themselves to go out an hunt for the 7th Element of Harmony, the Spirit of Unity.
Soarin' could finally see the girl with the rainbow-colored mane who was his team's biggest fan and saved his Apple pie for him at the Grand Galloping Gala more clearer now. As he stared at her, he felt his heart beat rapidly, his legs shaking, his wings twitching, his throut needing to gulp and his face begining to sweat. He had never felt such a feeling like this before, for it was love.
All That's Passed - Sweet Imperfections: Chapter 1All That's Passed - Sweet Imperfections: Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The glow of a summer evening bloomed before Fluttershy's eyes as her bird choir struck up an effortless melody and the sweet sigh of a breeze drifted across the highest hill of Sweet Apple Acres. Fluttershy inhaled the scent of ripened apples that danced on the wind and let her jade eyes soak in the twilit scene before she turned them to the crimson stallion who sat beside her. She felt her cheeks flush as his apple green eyes gazed into hers; in them she could see all of her own contentment and sincerity. She peered deeper and also saw the uncertainty and fears which for so long had kept them from one another, and though these trepidations remained in him just as they did in her own heart, they were quelled by a trust that had been built over two years of shared joys and tears. At times, she still felt the earth drop from beneath her hooves when she allowed herself to think about how much she truly cared for him and how scary it was to give so much of her heart to somepony else. She n
Ficlet Challenge 6 - GiggleGiggle (232 Words)Ficlet Challenge 6 - Giggle3 years ago in Romance More Like This
There were many sounds that Soarin' the Wonderbolt found pleasing to his ears. Whether it is the screams and cheers of his adoring fans, the sound of an oven after it has finished baking a scrumptious apple pie, the amazing beats of DJ-PON3, or, though he would never admit it, the soothing strings of the cellist Octavia.
However, there was one particular noise that he wished he could hear every single day of his mortal life. A noise that he felt he could not live without, lest he be overcome with sadness. A sound that he had cherished for most of his life; ever since he had first heard it that fateful night at the Grand Galloping Gala.
That sound, or should I say sounds, were the giggles his marefriend, Rainbow Dash would let out. Every day he heard those giggles, he felt as he were about to melt into a puddle of love struck bliss.
I think I sound like a little fanfilly, she would always say; always getting embarrassed every time those squeals came out of her muzzle.
NightmaresNightmaresNightmares3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was ten at night and Soul was awaken by the body next to thrashing about. Soul gently pulled the sheets down to reveal a sweaty Death The Kid. Soul nudged the reaper as gently as possible to avoid scaring him. Kid snapped his eyes open and his breathing was fast. Soul wrapped his arms around his lover to calm him.
"Shhhh, it's alright Kid I'm here."
Kid have had the same nightmare every night since returning from a mission. It was suppose to a simple but it turned out to be anything but simple. Soul didn't know everything that happened but he knew enough to understand why this mission plagued Kid's mind.
Once Kid and his weapons Liz and Patty got to their location Kid knew things weren't gonna be easy(what mission ever was?) As the search started Kid couldn't shake the bad feeling he felt before they even landed. It wasn't long before they ran into the human that was on the road of becoming a Kinshin. Kid was ready to fight but when he took at his target he froze.
The MoonriseThe Moonrise3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm proud to be an outcast
But I'm proud to lead the fight
For though the dark is rising
We will always see the light.
I'm proud to lose my body
But I'm proud to lift my eyes
For though the pain is sharper
We will always break the ties.
I'm proud to sweat and suffer
But I'm proud to stand up tall
For though the others stumble
We will always break their fall.
I'm proud to watch the moonrise
But I'm proud to end the day
For though the season's over
We will always find a way.
Dark AwakeningThe scent of pleasure on my lipsDark Awakening2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like a delicate flavor of eternity
I feel everything so strong and close
With my skin like white silk on the dark sky
My eyes see different stages of life
My birth, my victories, my failures
The terrible visions of the unknown
The dark visions of the eternal suffering
I want to bite, I want to scream
I want to become part of the night
I am the creature of the Great Atrocity
That created me after I Became
The smell of dust, the color of red
The strongest parts of my perception now
Difficult to tell but so easy to feel
The new dream arose to possess the dreamers
I will take your hand, the dusk
And I will go to hunt and seek
But now I must think my new way
So different, so beautiful, so sexual
Am I Falling in Love AgainAm I Falling in Love Again3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is it this a curse or a blessing?
Should I cower from it or embrace it?
Is the joy, the pure bliss,
Really worth the trouble, the worry of being hurt?
The question lingers over my head day after day:
Will I get hurt again?
The love is there,
So tempting, so disarming,
The deepest part of my heart wants to reach out to it,
To relieve myself of this burden on my shoulders,
Because I know it will go away
Once I invite love into my heart.
I remember the feeling of love,
How I would be soaring above the clouds at every touch,
Every sight of him,
And I knew that he was there for me.
I think I'm in love,
Because I can't get over the sight of him.
I think he's right for me
Because he understands me.
I think he's my knight in shining armor
Because my heart quickens when I see him.
This all lures me in
To be held in the hands of love once more,
Yet I think,
Is my heart playing a trick on me?
Is this real?
Is this worth it?
Deep in my mind,
Doubt clouds my judgement,
Merely an Absence of Heat - Soarin'Dash ContestTwilight once told me that the term 'cold' describes merely the absence of heat. When it's freezing outside and the chilly wind cuts your ears, your teeth chattering and your knees knocking, it's not because coldness envelopes you like darkness to drain your soul, no, it's that there is no heat around to bother about you and satisfy your soul. It's that you're missing something in your life, rather than something else occupying you.Merely an Absence of Heat - Soarin'Dash Contest3 years ago in Romance More Like This
But if by that theory that cold is an absence rather than a presence, then theoretically you'd feel nothing. You can feel comfortable at room temperature, slightly uncomfortable at body temperature, and would be scorched alive at the sun's temperature. But what if it's chilly? What if you were in absolute zero? Does it mean you wouldn't feel anything?
Participating in that Hearth's Warming play did not aid me in empathising with those ponies stuck in that blizzard. What must it have been like, to be freezing your flank off, entrenched in hope
ExtinguishingEveryday,Extinguishing3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I see less of the world.
The experts say
it will only get worse.
My vision is slowly
Skies, once blue,
now look gray.
If I stare at your beauty,
don't take offense,
I'm merely soaking
the essence in.
the glint of your skin,
I will never
see them again.
With each diminishing
I see my world
with what's left
of my eyes.
I try my best
all the beauty
until the day,
I will see no more.
Those Blue Wings - chapter 1Those Blue Wings - chapter 13 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Those Blue Wings
Applejack glanced at the sky, pausing her applebucking as she noticed a gray coated mare with a blond mane glide down from the sky. Even if she hadn't recognized the pony herself, the mailbag slung around Derpy's shoulder would have tipped her off. Noting the lack of any other Apple family pony present on the farm, Applejack trotted up to the mailmare. "Whatcha got for me, Derpy?"
The gray pegasus just smiled, pulling a letter out of her bag for Applejack to see. The farm pony's eyebrows lifted as she read the address, her surprise growing as she opened the letter and read its contents. "Well, ah'll be..."
Focused as she was on the letter, she did not notice Derpy take off, heading towards Sugarcube Corner. The mailmare had plans, and many muffins had to be ordered...
The librarian pony turned away from her reading, her
Heartlandtonight I will fallHeartland5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
asleep in the vineyard while
my hair is still damp
from kissing you in
The Rhine: 'I want to
swim down the center of it
and not know if the
water I'm drinking is französisch
I don't write about
you to stop from glorifying you.
the way you laugh
when my hands start shaking.
I tell you how fond I am of empires.
I want you to baptize
me king in the red and white
wines of the coronation fountain.
we don't have a language.
we are a language.
'knight' is a synonym
for 'always drowning'
and when I come to
bed I breathe in wheat
instead of grapes from you.
tonight I will fall
asleep in the vineyard while
my hair is still damp
from kissing you in
to the gentle thrum of
the sparrows under my
Regular Show: The Ugly SlackerIt's called The Ugly Slackers.Regular Show: The Ugly Slacker4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Once, there were 2 ugly slackers.
They slacked off sooo much, that everyone died!
All In TimeAn eye for confusion,All In Time3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lost in the grass,
One thing over,
Another has begun,
Walking on roses,
Frightened of reveal,
Sight of an angel,
Mind of a devil,
Ways to replenish,
All who's forgotten,
Today I am dead,
Tomorrow I live,
Earth is my peace,
It's creation my war,
The past is hideous,
The future is beautiful.
Snowed In- Appledash Fic- Chapter FourSnowed In- Appledash Fic- Chapter Four2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Snowed In- Chapter Four
The police station was eerily quiet, though one would suspect that at three in the morning it would be so. The lobby was large, and resembled a clinic more then a place of law. The buzzing, fluorescent tube lights that stretched from one end of the room to the other. The snow white walls, and tiled floor. However, one would not suspect the station's lobby to be filled with some dozens of people, impatiently waiting for so much as one comment on the current situation. The issue at large, of course, was the avalanche blocking the one and only pass into the mountains where family and friends were stranded, lost in the freak blizzard.
"I-I hope they are alright..." Fluttershy spoke in a worried whisper, eyes fixed upon her clasped hands in her lap. "That storm is getting worse by the minute."
Twilight, Pinkie Pie and Rarity took in the words of their worried friend, grim expressions conquering their faces. What if the radio reports had been right, and the blizzard w
To Be An Artist...What is it to be an artist really? Is it just producing pieces? Is it your marketability as an artist? Is it the skill? The technique? The expression? I feel a little awkward to proclaim I am one and flattered that a lot acknowledge me as one even though I could only really feature 4 of my works in my gallery.To Be An Artist...3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
But this question has been bugging me as I, having been a fan of realism, am kind of stuck with realistic portraits and human figures albeit also appreciates abstract and photography. For me Realism is somewhere between the two. It is not realistic as photography but still more visually concrete than abstract. With this mindset, to be an artist, I acknowledge that I have a long way to go.
My boyfriend for me is an artist but his carefree life had allowed him to experience a lot more than what most of us perceive as an artist. If he is asked what he studied and will continue to study, he would say 'life'. He painted when he was a kid and held exhibits when he was 12. He is from Ca
Resident Evil: O.M.I.X pt 1Resident Evil: O.M.I.X pt 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Resident Evil: operation M.I.X This is a new Resident Evil story, remember when I asked what you guys wanted to see next in the line of fan fics. So here ya go. This is my first attempt at using novel style, so be nice.
~June / 16 / 2010~
"We are almost there." Leon said cocking his gun looking over at his partners for this mission. They say nothing as they tend to what they are doing, Leon takes out a file he had been given to by a strange woman a while ago. His real intentions were to find this little girl, he had no idea why. But the woman was concerned for her, Leon wasn't about to give up this case.
This child must be important if the government is to get involved. Leon not knowing what to make of the predicament but nevertheless he could not refuse. He was not going to let a child die in such a horrible place. Anyone else he could save... He would but this
Raising GermanyRaising Germany2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Warning! Human names! Chibi! Bad spelling!
Elizabeta stepped into the house and looked around, it wasn't nearly as messy as she thought it would have been. She peeked into the kitchen and then the living room.
"Vhat are you doing?" Gilbert asked, arms crossed. Elizabeta spun.
"Looking for you." She said before hastily continuing, "I vanted to make sure Ludwig vas doing good."
"Ja. Now vhat's the real reason?" He asked, walking around her, "Hubby not treating you right?"
"Austria is treating me just fine!" She snapped. "Besides, ve aren't together anymore. You know that."
"Nein, I've been taking care of mein bruder." Gilbert shook his head.
"Vhere is he?" Elizabeta asked.
"Over here." He sighed, leading her to where a small blonde boy was playing with some puppies. She watched him for a moment.
"Seems like you're doing a good job." She nodded.
"Anything else?" He asked, watching both his bruder and Elizabeta.
"Nein, thank you for letting me check up on him." She said, flashing a tiny, p
In this forest of deathIn this forest of death4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For I prevail in this forest of death and gloom
Nay I resent all that's given a tomb
I resent the gates that shutter at best
The shrieking souls that never let us rest
The moan of the dead scatters high above the hilltops
Better the yet to never let it sing though
The groan of metal creaking at the gate
The creeping death crawling up this tomb gate
Never the less I lay in deep sleep
Never to be disturbed, and always to be at rest
The low lying screech screams high again
As the cemetery lights shine through again
The Night was never one to show beielf
As the scattered steps of the dead nigh walk
It took the all the forgivness to bring us back
It took the night to believe to let us live again
And now it will never let us rest
All the consequence, buried deep underneath
The scattered limbs of the daughter of the night
This is destroyed by the fires of day
In salvation of the crescent eye, brings vengeance Upton this world
Face down in the rotten flesh that covers this world
You are on
Fahrenheit 451Men on fireFahrenheit 4513 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
with dragon tongue
shooting hot and thick
And They turn to blue and black
Which shudder and flutter
And die with ease
Ant a temperature of 451 degrees
They toil not
Nor do they spin
These ignorant armies
Of flaming men
They clash by night
And in the glowing light
Of one million years
Of one million words
One million tears
That float off like birds.
What smells like cinnamon turns to smoke
And guttural children suppress a choke
Their minds are empty, but their mouths are full
But no one listens to empty eyed fools.
But one man alone asked why
and soon this mystery unfurled
Why the pen and paper turned to shy
He grasped the naked shingles of the world.
He picked up and read aloud
One immortal poem from the wisest bard
To a dead and heinous crowd
And consequence came down hard.
It all began with the girl who tasted rain
And ended with the city ablaze
Loss of home wife and friend brought pain
As his thoughts cleared the haze.
He became the b
Samurai Contemplation Pastel plainsSamurai Contemplation4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
lulling wild horses to dream
How It WorksHow It Works3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The Apple family were swamped with ponies clamoring to buy the cider they had spent the past hour making. They wouldn't notice if she slipped away, no one would in this sea of ponies.
Twilight focused a picture of the, what had they called it? Super Speedy Cider Squeezy, in her mind and teleported. She found herself on the side of the road, next to a small cafe, several miles outside of Ponyville. Her eyes immediately picked out the bright red and white mane of one of the brothers.
"Hey!" she called out. The stallion turned around, it was the one without the mustache.
"We're leaving," he replied, "No need for any more trouble." He looked anxious.
"I don't want trouble, I want answers," said Twilight standing her ground.
"And what answers would those be little filly?" asked Flim.
"You're machine. I've never seen anything like it. How does it work? The mix of machinery and magic is amazing!"
A look of surprise crossed the stallion's face, then he smiled. "Well that's a lot of technical t
The BattleWalking under a clear night sky,The Battle3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Beneath all of the stars,
A war tears through my soul
Transforming me into the God Mars.
My anger surges forth,
As I strike down my foe,
I drop to a knee
Under the force of a mighty blow.
I strike again,
Rending his heart from his chest,
I reel back in agony...
Taking a moment to rest.
Suddenly reality sets in
And again I fall to a knee,
The realization that the enemy
Has always been me.