Fluttering Hearts Chapter 1 Fall is a special time of the year in Ponyville; the season of change as some ponies referred to it. Although most noticeably the change they're referring to would be the physical change of color that the leaves on the trees exhibit, there are also some more subtle, but nonetheless significant changes that occur throughout ponies lives this time of year. The peak of this season is marked by the annual Running of the Leaves competition, in which several ponies compete in a marathon designed to shake the leaves from the trees as a result of the force of everypony trampling the grounds at once as they run. However this year, there was another competition between two ponies that was slowly gaining more spectators. An Iron Pony competition between the down-to-earth pony apple farmer Applejack, and the head-in-the-Cloudsdale pegasus Rainbow Dash. The crowd mostly consisted of their closest friends, a few other ponies always ready to enjoy a good completion, and Applejack'sFluttering Hearts Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Unknown SoldierMy name is John Langsley, but I know that in the end I won't be remembered.The Unknown Soldier7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I fight for my life every day, and even though I make mistakes every day, I'm still alive. For me, every day is both a miraculous blessing, and a dreadful curse. I spend my days in battle, where losing means my death, and winning means one more day to live, one more day to fight. I never thought I'd keep on winning for seven years, but I have. It's odd, but even though I bless myself for each and every day I live, I don't really remember that many specific days. They all just blend together, you know? After a while, seven years' worth of days becomes one big lump.
No, the only days I remember really clearly are the very first day I began my battle, and then the day when I thought I was done fighting for my life, but learned I'd have to go back onto the field. I didn't have a choice, though some would say I did.
On my battlefield, I've met so many brave men and women, from all walks of life, of all ages. I weep
no one really knowsThey gave him a single sheet of paper, one pencil. "Say your goodbyes," they said, "You'll be gone by tomorrow." He lay, curled on his hard thin mattress, facing the cement wall, and ignored them. Ignored the paper, ignored the warning.no one really knows5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was nearly midnight when he finally stood. The moon had risen outside, gleaming through the single window, silhouetting the bars.
He sat up and looked at the paper that had remained untouched on the floor. Say your goodbyes, he thought, and picked up the pencil.
It was an hour before he finally finished. The paper was covered - frantic scribbling filled every inch: dreams, confessions, hopes - all written out at last.
With an air of finality, he laid down the pencil. He stared at the paper, tears blurring the words. Then without a sound, he picked up the paper and began to fold, just like he'd been taught, years and years ago.
Minutes passed and still he bent over the page, his fingers struggling to mimic the creases nearly forgotte
Wilting PosiesWilting Posies3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sunburst lingered in a dusty, long unused room of his home, revisiting memories from nearly twenty years before. His golden-yellow coat and red mane caught the light of the setting sun and bathed the wall to his left in yellow and pink. Against the same wall was a dresser, on top of which sat several framed pictures of a mare whose coat and mane colors mirrored those shining on the wall.
The scenes in the pictures varied. One was of the mare stretching her pastel yellow wings and looking on the viewer with a smile. Another as she ran a brush through her pink mane, one eye focused towards the camera and a pleased smile on her face. She was clearly very pregnant and was practically radiating love. At a glance one could tell it had been taken in the same room, a brush next to the frame with several long strands of pink hair further proof; it was the same brush from the picture. Several other photos were clustered with the rest, all of the same mare. There was not a single p
Sakura's Five Royal Knight PuppetsSakura's Five Royal Knight PuppetsSakura's Five Royal Knight Puppets2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Saber- this puppet can cut through anything since it’s built and sharpened much like a sword. Its body is so thin and sharp that it appears to be invisible to the naked eye. The puppet can also rotate and create a tornado of swords. It can generate a large energy slash from the tips of its blade and can also be used to create an energy shield. The puppets armor can also regenerate itself. In its arm form, it takes the form of a large hand with blades instead of fingers.
Lancer- this puppet uses two spears that replace its hands. Its arms can stretch, giving it a large attack range than most of Sakura’s new puppets. The puppet is also fast, agile making it Sakura’s fastest puppet. It also uses a special eye that can analyze an opponent’s charka, reistu and haki power levels. The tips of the spears uses a fuinjustu that once it hits an opponent, the opponent cannot heal naturally or with medical unless Sakura releases the fuinjus
A RitualI don't think there's a college that doesn't have its share of legends. Stories range from the ghost of the girl who was pregnant with the football coach's child to the creature that roams a building at night. And everything is said to kill you in the most horrible fashion if you run into it, of course. My school, Miskatonic University, up in Maine, was no exception.A Ritual3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In addition to the obligatory ghost stories of the suicides and murder victims still haunting the grounds, there was a story of an evil creature that liked to torture its victims by scaring them for days on end before killing them. The thing is, you have to call this monster, invite it to hunt you. The monster is called Achildes and it feeds on the terror.
Yeah, that's brilliant, call up an otherworldly horror to come and torture you.
But there were tons of people who did this and they didn't die. It was some sort of rite of passage. Frats and Sororities had it as part of their initiation ritual. They would take the new ki
On a Snowy Evening The snow fell at a light pace on the field. The night was cold but inviting as the stars peeked out from behind the cover of the clouds. On the horizon was a small town in a quiet section of the country. The houses were alight with holiday warmth and festive fires and lighting. Families turned in for the night as another day during this joyous season drew to a close.On a Snowy Evening2 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The clouds parted and a beam of moonlight leapt through the gap and fell upon a clear patch of grass. A small gust of wind swirled about in and in a flash of frost and cold air a woman appeared. The grass became coated in frost as her feet touched the earth. The women had a tall, elegant stature with eyes that shined like crystals and skin as white as the falling snow. Her skin pale like the snow and her smile was warm and inviting like a timid fire in the hearth.
Dressed in azure and ivory robes, the ice nymph landed si
Delivering Miracles As we all know on Christmas Eve, Santa Claus travels the world delivering toys to the good children of the world. The elves are assembled and gathered by his faithful workers, the elves, for this one special night. There is one very unique elf that delivers very special gifts that you may not have heard of before.Delivering Miracles2 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Gwyneth scanned the list with the tip of her pen as she scrolled the names. “Mrs. Nester is up next,” she remarked as she folded the long parchment up and tucked it into her pocket. The elf flew through the night sky in a compartment inside Santa’s bag. She stuck her head out to see the town lights whizzing by as jolly old Saint Nicholas soared along to the next stop.
“Gwyneth!” Santa called out. “Your drop is coming up!”
“Roger!” the elf called back. She pulled down a pair of goggles that rested atop a wi
Time Traveling Kids of the Mane Six! Ch. 1Time Traveling Kids of the Mane Six! Ch. 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
CHAPTER 1: Andromeda's discovery
Scattered pages and dusty old books filled the study in a cluttered mess as Andromeda Sparkle slept among the debris of her own handiwork. Unconscious after a long night of work, her mind only left dreamland when the amber beams of the rising sun shone on her face. With a groan, she slowly rose to her feet, heavy eyelids still drooping. Various loose documents clung to her face as she stood, unnoticed by her until their delicate forms slipped from her lavender cheeks and fluttered towards the blanket of weathered volumes that lay on the floor around her. Once the blur of sleep had finally faded, she turned to see the silhouette of her mom standing against the wall across the room, following a disarrayed chain of manuscripts as if casually searching for survivors.
Twilight Sparkle hadn’t turned the corner yet, but once she did, the purple mare wouldn’t be able to recognize the room. Andromeda’s expression burned from embarrassm
Sentence Prompt-DrabblesCurtain:Sentence Prompt-Drabbles5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Desmond found that he could compare the way Shaun hid their relationship outside of their darkened rooms and hidden spaces to a curtain concealing a beautiful set from the awaiting crowd.
The night after he first killed a man was spent outside in the cold until his body forgot what it was to be warm, until it forgot the heat another human ould bring- but when he came inside Shaun was right there to help him remember.
Looking into a mirror was one thing Desmond avoided ever since he was forced to watch his face contort in pleasure by a certain historian.
Never in his life had Desmond even thought about learning to waltz, but at this moment as Shaun led him around the bedroom they were using as a makeshift ballroom, he decided that it wouldn't be so bad to start taking lessons.
Pearls were something that Desmond had a secret affinity for, so it was a complete(but very, /very/ pleasant) surprise when he found one on h
Papers, Please.Papers, Please.1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The dented cone on top of the squat concrete bunker spat the command with a hiss of static. The lights either side of the door flicked from red to green and in lockstep the line shuffled a single pace forward. Guards in fur-flapped hats and thick olive green coats shuffled their grip on relics of guns, churned out in their thousands and used until they fell apart they had the misfortune of being one of the few things in this world with any semblance of reliability.
Razor wire lined the wall, the bunker forming the only gap in it. Dogs circled on chain link leashes, sniffing for bombs, sniffing for fear.
Through the heavy door they stepped, like an airlock, the membrane that would either admit them or curse them to never see what lay beyond that dreadful wall.
It was her turn. In she went.
She approaches the counter, the heavy rolling steel shutter poised above like a guillotine.
She looks through the screen, the thick bullet proof glass, and sta
AC: WeddingShivering slightly in the old chapel in Monteriggioni, Desmond offered an apologetic grin to the man stood next to the altar, who grinned back, and glanced up as Lucy strode through the doorway.AC: Wedding3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She let her head bow, and glanced slyly at Shaun, who was blushing in the faint candlelight. He made his way slowly towards the altar as the slightly tinny sound of the wedding march played in the derelict church.
Shaun and Lucy paused next to Desmond and Becca, Lucy fighting down the urge to smirk as Becca hit stop on her mp3 player. Shaun straightened up, rearranging the flowers he held properly.
"Ready?" Their makeshift minister asked, and Shaun nodded firmly, his face set, as Desmond broke into a wide grin, bouncing on his heels slightly.
"Dearly beloved, we're gathered here today to witness the joining of these two persons in holy matrimony. If anyone here knows of any reason that these two should not be wed, speak now, or forever hold your peace."
A moment of silence filled the air, befor
Charlie: Upwardly Mobile (part 1)Charlie: Upwardly Mobile (part 1)9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Charlie huffed blowing a strand of hair from her face and slouched with an elbow on the counter. The stool pinched her butt randomly where it was cracked when she shifted in a certain as yet undefined way. The kiosk was smelled heavily of pretzels which she initially found pleasant but now haunted her dreams. It was cramped with the appliances to produce and bake them, giving her barely enough room to squeeze around them under ideal conditions.
It was the end of week two of her summer internment at the ‘Pretzelmaniacal’ booth at the local mall. Week one consisted of her brief training and was the longest period of time she had seen her boss. On the second week she was turned loose to run the little food kiosk on her own, only seeing Elise at the end of the afternoon when the owner/manager took over. Charlie at first was pleased at trust she assumed she had been entrusted with but then quickly realized that the booth could be run by a trained monkey. Not even a particu
Charlie: QuintessentialCharlie: Quintessential6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Derrick considered the question carefully, “a maternity store of some sort?”
Keeping her attention to driving Charlie shook her head slightly. She smugly grinned, “No, you’d think they would be a good place to go, but usually not.”
“Alright, I give up?” he shrugged.
“Guess!” Charlie insisted.
“I did, I got it wrong.” Derrick smiled helplessly at Charlie.
“You only took one guess! Alright, a clue,” Charlie narrowed her eyes conspiratorially, “it’s ironically named.”
Derrick stared blankly back at Charlie in the driving seat. “Ironically named? What’s that suppose to mean?”
Charlie sighed. She repeated her clue, “It’s IRONICALLY named.” She stressed the word ‘ironically’ and then looked over to Derrick as if comprehension would suddenly blossom. It did not.
He favored her with a sour stare. “That’s not really helping, I heard you the
Withered Roses: Chapter 1Withered Roses: Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A Bouquet of Flowers
I had always watched her from a distance, never really daring to show myself and express my feelings. After all, how could a draconequus like me ever hope to have a chance with an alicorn, much less a princess? Still, as love knows no age, love knows no bounds. Oh, how I'd fallen the moment I laid eyes on her. She was more than beautiful; she was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen, and I have an appreciation for beauty. How her brilliant white coat caught the sunlight! How her elegant mane flowed in the gentle breeze! How her kind, warm smile absolutely lit up the world, even as the sun did! That very smile shot an arrow straight through my heart. How cruel love is, to strike you where it hurts so badly and still make you beg for more! For what else could this love do but hurt?
Because I knew in my mind all too well where this love would end, but my heart wouldn't have any of it. I battled myself fo
How To Write For villainsVillains the best staple of any adventure book, in my opinion. Whether it is a simple rival of our hero, or a sadist hell-bent on destroying humanity, they are almost always enjoyable to write for unless you go for the annoying jackass kind that always seems to win and remains incredibly smug about it, those are the villains that we hate.How To Write For villains4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
In my time on the internetz, I've often found great pieces of literature sullied due to the fact that the villain was misrepresented. Sure, it is interesting to create a mad scientist or something incredibly creepy like Slenderman, but there are certain ways to write for them that just heightens the creepiness, coolness, or annoyingness depending on the villain type. So, I've decided to create a little guide on how I write for villains. This is not the "correct way" to write for villains, nor is it the "ONLY way", it's just the way I use.
What type of villain? There are many different types of villains. There is your comic b
Her in SnowfallChunks of firewood were tossed lightly into the simmering blaze as a wheezy cough sounded in the other room. Wheatley looked over his shoulder quickly at the sound with a startled look behind his pale blue eyes. He lifted his lanky figure from the ground and walked into the bedroom of the small house. The tattered mattress was depressed with the weight of a small and frail woman hidden under blankets. Wheatley looked down upon her sadly as a few more wheezing coughs shook her body. The beaten mattress sunk more to the ground as Wheatley sat on the edge with a heavy sigh.Her in Snowfall3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I'm sorry..." he whispered. "You do look a lot better then the passed few days, but you still seem.. not normal... Wish I could help you, Chell. Well, wish you could tell me how to help really..."
Wheatley looked down to Chell's hand as it slipped from under the blankets. He smiled lightly and placed his own hand over hers. The small happiness he might have felt faded as more coughing shook the
From The Soul Of A DogFrom The Soul Of A Dog9 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
~A drink from a water fountain tastes better when you allow the water to trickle down your chin.
~Familiarize your nose with important things, whether it be a comfortable blanket, good food, or a favorite person.
~Revel in the thrill of protecting those you love.
~Eagerly anticipate meal times and when they happen, be sure to take joy in every mouthful.
~Take time to run barefoot on occasion and experience the sting of feet meeting earth with each stride.
~Look forward to car rides and when occasion allows, stick your head out the window to feel the wind on your face. Who cares if your hair gets messed up, that's what combs are for.
~When uncertain about eating something, smell it first. You'll be surprised just how much the nose really knows.
~In most situations, an open show of hostility only makes things worse.
~Barking relieves stress. Whether it be at cars, other dogs, or even birds flying overhead, it all works.
~Don't consider yourself too high a
Three in the Morning Like a panther, I slink my two-hundred fifty pounds of taut, well-toned cellulose along the dark hallway. Even the slightest noise may rouse suspicion and lead to my untimely demise. My wife is, after all, a light sleeper. She was expecting me home from the bar hours ago, but I couldn't call her and tell her I'd be late; I left my cell phone at home. Of course, John's phone was dead, and the last time I saw a pay phone it was on display at a New York art museum. So all that's left for me is to spend 15 minutes creeping past dusty memories hanging on the wall towards my goal: the door.Three in the Morning1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
BONG. BONG. BONG.
I nearly jump out of my skin as the tell-tale grandfather clock on the other end of the hallway lets the world know just how late I am getting home. A brief pause at the door gives me time to take a deep, silent breath and calm my nerves before turning the handle. I have to be patient, to take my time, perhaps even hours. A gentle push, hardly more than a n
Mold Greg was cleaning behind his toilet on a Friday when a voice came from within the wall.Mold3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Hey!" the voice said. "Look, I give, all right? I'm coming out!" Greg watched as a stream of black-and-white goo poured out of a crack near where he'd been scrubbing. It smelled of mildew, and, when enough of it came out, formed itself into the shape of a man.
"What are you?" Greg asked, looking up at its globby face.
"I'm the mold that lived behind your toilet," it said, "and I'm here to be your friend."
"Because I didn't develop self-awareness without reason, and you're a loser who cleans his bathroom on a Friday. Get your keys; we're going to the park."
Greg drove. They went to the basketball courts and the mold won in one-on-one against Greg. Twice.
"You need to exercise more," it said. "
TurkeyXReader- From The HeartYou were sitting on the park bench, staring at the note you wrote for Sadik. Sighing, you stuck the note in your book and began to read, or at least tried to. You wished you could give the note to him, but you were far to embarrassed. What if he didn't like you back? You continued to stare at the pages of your book.TurkeyXReader- From The Heart2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hey! _____!" A familiar voice broke you from your thoughts. You looked up and smiled at Sadik.
"Hello Sadik," You said to him. He was wearing his mask as usually and that cloak he hardly every took off.
"Haha. What are you doing?" he asked.
"Reading," you replied as you closed your book. "What brings you here?"
"Oh I was checking the sights and I happen to run into you," he replied as he sat beside you. "What book are you reading?"
"Oh, I'm reading (insert favorite book title here)."
"Sounds cool. May I see it?"
"Sure," you said, handing the book to him. He flipped through the pages and the note you wrote to him fell out.
"What's this?" he asked as he picked it up. "Oh...?
Let Sleeping Gods Lie ARCHAEOLOGISTS CLAIM TO HAVE FOUND GODLet Sleeping Gods Lie2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Archaeologists revealed in a press conference that they had unearthed an Entity of Unknown Origin (EUO) early Thursday morning when they broke open a sealed structure. Up until the archaeologists cracked it open, the structure had been untouched for nearly two thousand years. Archaeologists were unable to answer how the EUO managed to survive, or why the structure was sealed in the first place.
“This is a major discovery,” says head archaeologist Noland Grace. “Whether you’re a Christian or not, this is going to be a game changer. We found God. It’s not just some controversial myth anymore. I expect a lot of people will be in a hurry to convert once this story gets out.”
Not everyone is so excited. “That place was sealed for a reason,” said a member of the dig crew. He spoke on condition of anonymity, because he was not authorized to disclose information.