Reflection Chapter 1Reflection Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The night air was cool on this late-winter evening. Though it was only seven p.m. the sun had already set, and a blanket of dark had covered the town of Ponyville.
Derpy hooves hovered unsteadily down the street, both of her wings failing to maintain any practical rhythm with the other. This generally caused her to fly diagonally in either direction; she would often switch the direction at random times without precise control.
The Pegasus could in fact fly quite gracefully. For some reason she felt it necessary to do otherwise.
Woozy bats, she had once reasoned, woozy bats like bulls stubborn. Such was the sort of logic she used to contemplate most things.
In the corner of her vision she noticed movement. She looked in the direction of said movement to find a group of birds. "Ants!" She called at them. "Eggs all scrambled and gravel from sand!"
When the flock hit the center of her vision the flock seemed to dissipate. Every time she ever saw a flock of birds they always looked
To the HerdTo the Herd3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Two seasons have come and gone now, each one filled with beautiful animation and stunning dialogue. Most importantly both seasons brought new found inspiration and insightful views into our daily lives.
I wish not to take up too much of your time; I wish only to say a few things on my own behalf to everypony out there who wishes to hear them.
Although it is tempting to bring up the cliché that perhaps nopony else feels the same way as I do, I cannot for I know that there are many others with the same views as mine; others whose lives have been touched by these candy-colored ponies and their spectacular adventures, who have also felt a newfound sort of warmth inside from their voices and their ideals. This fandom is truly magical. Not once since I have become a brony have I been denigrated by another member of the pony community. Instead I have found more friends than I could have ever imagined.
Others may one day ask "just who are the bronies?" Note I said "are" and not "were" bec
Reflection Chapter 4Reflection Chapter 43 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
4: Dream of the Sandman
"Alright ponies," said Twilight, as she paced in the library.
Spike folded his arms and grunted in protest. "Ehem."
Twilight stopped pacing for a moment and raised a brow. "And dragon " Upon hearing that, Spike beamed with pride. The unicorn rolled her eyes at how easy it was to appease him. "It has been three days since we made our plan; time to recap! You first Spike, what do your notes say?"
The baby dragon opened a scroll and began to read. "Applejack didn't remember Derpy ever visiting the farm, just passing it. Neither did Big Mac. Apple Bloom said that she was in the orchard a couple of times,
Reflection Chapter 2Reflection Chapter 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
2: Fade In, Black Out
"Starlight, star bright, first star I see tonight " spoke a mare. The voice echoed slightly as it was spoken much like a voice tends to reverberate in a small, tiled bathroom in an otherwise empty house. However the tone in which the mare spoke was warm and soft; much like a mother would speak to a child.
Derpy looked around for the source of the voice, but everywhere she looked she found her vision being distorted by a dark haze. Behind the blanket of darkness, shadowy figures were seen scattered and separated into different groups; each one was seemingly oblivious of any other group besides their own.
The mysterious mare's voice continued to chant the nursery rhyme. Derpy found herself feeling somehow separated from the voice that spoke, and also from her own self. It was impossible to comprehend, but it was as if her mind and body where two separate entities. She was standing
Reflection Chapter 3Reflection Chapter 33 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
3: The Reminder's Inceptive
From the late-winter period and on through the early days of spring in Ponyville, the sunlight was a sort of blessing in the otherwise cool air. Even after the sparkling snow had melted during this years Winter Wrap Up, its chill still lingered nearby. Despite this fact, Derpy Hooves remained sheltered from the rays of sunlight under a red and white parasol. The umbrella, being perched on a long metal pole that jutted through the table in front of her, was just high enough so that it hid her body from the sun. This was true of course with the exception of her wings, which she preferred to keep in the warmth of its glow.
Derpy's table was located in the outside seating section of one of her favorite restaurants: The Blossomed Daisy. This was her preferable place to r
White RoseSirens are singing through the stormWhite Rose2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A white rose Blooms in a garden of thorns
A Darkening Sky
A Hallowed Cry
Sirens are Singing
But you never ask why
Emergency Lights flash in the cold
A Struggle that has long since grown too old
Silence Rushing In
Whispers in the Wind
The Darkness Seeping in
But you never ask why
All of Her
Reflection Chapter 5Reflection Chapter 53 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 5: Of Key Importance
His eyes were blue; his father's eyes were green. That was the only difference between the brown colt and stallion in appearance with the exception of the obvious size difference. They had the same hourglass cutie mark, the same brown hair style, and the same awkward stature. There could be no doubting that they were in fact father and son.
Derpy awoke after only a few hours of sleep. It was still dark, and could not have been any later than three in the morning. She was still tired, and had she been lying in her bed her first instinct would have been to roll over and doze off again. However when she awoke she had no pillow to fluff or covers to adjust b
R3fl3ction Chapter 6R3fl3ction Chapter 63 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Swimming in the Smoke
The flames of history make up the past. The smoke of those flames makes up the present that we must stumble through, in hopes that we can rise from the ashes in the future.
Dinner at 6pm, so wash up at 5:55. 6:24 help wash the dishes. 6:30 until sunset work in the fields. Dessert of apple pie when returning from the fields. This was the previous night's agenda. Derpy, having visited Sweet Apple Acres found it too tempting to get a taste of the country lifestyle to go home that night. Instead she agreed to stay for dinner and then offered to pitch in helping the others finish their chores for the night. With an extra set of hooves working that night the dishes were finished faster and more work was able to be done.
At 7:30pm Derpy was getting set to head home, when Applejack insisted that she stay the night. Derpy declined the offer saying she would need to get packed in
R3fl3ction Chapter 7R3fl3ction Chapter 72 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Ink on a Page"
Derpy couldn't comprehend the feeling that the music always filled her with. It was a sensation unlike any other. The sound of it was palpable, tangible, a physical anomaly that seemed to surround her. It was lifting her up, protecting her from something, from everything. It may have been in the rhythm, or in the actual notes of the melody. It could even have spawned from the very words being sung, but whatever was creating the unusual sensation remained a mystery.
She was never able to see the wreckage of the burning house after the flames had died down. The group that had met her outside the building split up shortly after the fire-squad had begun their efforts to put out the blaze. The brown stallion, Sandman, remained behind with a slightly younger stallion who had a cool-grey coat and black mane, tail, and mustache. A few others from the group also stayed behind, but the faces were too blurred to determine who any others w
BACK OFFJust because I choose not to be part of their game...BACK OFF3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just because I choose to deviate from their plan...
I don't understand,
they tell me they don't want to help me,
but they don't want me to be my own man...
And this is What They SAY:
I'm "a nightmare", "a disaster",
"The only thing thats preventing
He says I'm "A lost cause"
"Just a zero"
A "total failure"
"not a hero"
YEAH THEY SAY I HAVE NO PLACE IN THIS WORLD
THEY ALWAYS SAY THAT KIND OF THING
THEY SAY T
DriftingA feather drifting softlyDrifting1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Until it taps the ground
Without a sound it lands
A touch from gentle hands
A touch of Autumn
Orange leaves left in the air
Leaving sweet nature's trance
They softly do their dance
I believe in the sunlight
I believe in the shade
I believe in the way they stay the same
I believe in the ocean
I believe in the waves
And when the seasons shift they never change
Scoot Along LooScoot Along Loo3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Uh... are you sure about this?"
"I really, really, really don't think that this is such a good idea."
"Oh come on you nilly fillies! This is a great idea! We'll get our cutie marks in no time."
With timid eyes, Applebloom looked down to the hap-hazard bed of pillows and hay resting a good twenty feet from where they were. Attached to a couple of trees sat a taut, thin line of wire. Currently, the three of them stood on a thick tree branch, a few balancing sticks resting in the crook above their heads. It was a sunny day in Ponyville, and the three Crusaders had left class, eager to try out Scootaloo's newest scheme on how to get their cutie marks. The only problem was, as young Sweetie Belle and Applebloom were starting to figure out, most of Scootaloo's ideas usually ended badly. And sore. However, she swore that this would be different. After all, what was more important than staying balanced?
"Listen, Scootaloo," Sweetie Belle began carefully. "Why don't we at least try this
InsanityFrom the suffering I comeInsanity2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bleeding through the eyes,
The hope is now gone
Drowned in your cries.
A sudden scream, the agonys so loud,
You drop to your knees,
Pray to God to help you out,
But once again, He has let you down.
Not able to move,
Not able to speak,
Life is so cruel,
And always was, it seems.
Youve lost your will,
Youre getting weak,
Your body has collapsed
And so have your dreams.
Your mind gives up,
But you still want to fight,
Strength seeps out through your wrists
So you just fall down.
Then comes the peace,
So desired and calm.
Your head is now empty
And so is your heart.
Theres no more pain,
No memories, nor hopes.
Sweet and bright,
Settling down in your mind.
Your new I
Untold EverAfter So TiredUntold EverAfter2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So Low ever since We Fell
So Pained still under this Spell
Words Misspoken now it's Done
Words Unspoken now you're Gone
Words Leave hearts as hard as Stone
Words Leave hearts left Alone
What's said is
What's heard and
Fading Colors - Chapter 1(V2.1)Fading Colors - Chapter 1(V2.1)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Chapter 1: |
|Shipping| |Sad| |Dark|
*Note* This update(v2.1) is the final re-writing of this fic which I should have learned to let go of but somehow can't(it being my first fanfiction and all). However, please enjoy this latest retelling of Fading Colors, I hope that my skills as a writer now truly display what I have wanted to first share with you guys years ago.
*Note* The concept of this fanfic is based upon real life events that I went through in school. The story is fiction, but the emotion is real. Please enjoy.
The fading sun burned against the distant horizon like a massive forest fire. The sky was flushed with color, colors of pink, purple, orange, blue, perfectly mixed together and spread as far as the eye could see. Sat atop of a small, grassy hill close by Sweet Apple Acres, two friends observed the dwindling sun together. Their shadows projected over the ground below them like stretched out, featureless, duplicates. The wind pick
Tiny Wings: Chapter 1Tiny Wings: Chapter 1Tiny Wings: Chapter 12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Finally," the rainbow-maned mare said in mock-exhaustion. "Sky all cleared. That was a tough one today. Almost took a whole thirty seconds." She laughed quietly to herself as she made a beeline for the only puff of white left in the sky: a single, pony-sized cloud floating over the hills just north of Ponyville. "Celestia, I love this job!" she told the sky as she perched on her makeshift hammock.
"Alright. Just a quick nap, then I should have at least three or four more hours of daylight for some practice."
With a loud yawn, she put her hooves behind her head, closed her eyes, and smiled as she began drifting off to sleep...
Reflexively, one of Dash's ears rotated toward the source of the sound. A small scowl began to form on her face as she tried to pull a wad of cloud over her head.
CloudsWe Sit...Clouds2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Under The Sky...
Watch the Clouds...
Heart to Heart...
Them Pass us By...
They Watch us All...
Time... passes by
So slowly it seems...
Why... don't we just lie here
Lost in our dreams...
Under the Sky...
As the Rain...
Starts to Fall...
To the Faces...
So don't see...