A Night to Try to Remember Pt. 2A Night to Try to Remember Pt. 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Are you feeling better, Twilight Sparkle?" the Princess of the night asked.
"A little bit, Princess, thank you," Twilight allowed, taking a long sip from her glass of water before softly setting it back on the table.
At a glance, it appeared little had changed in the appearance of the group in the twenty minutes since Princess Luna had finished relating Twilight's mishap from the night before. However, closer inspection would reveal an empty plate that once held a sandwich in front of Big Macintosh and bowls of salad ranging from partially eaten to just a few leaves remaining at Fluttershy, Rarity, and Luna's places. As for the others, they had opted for refills for their glasses of water, except for Pinkie, whose face remained submerged in her bowl. Twilight was convinced that the pink pony was somehow breathing through her ears.
"So who wants to go next and tell us their side of what happened last night?" Twilight asked.
"Ladies first," Macint
Pillow Thoughts II - Chapter 1 --AppleDash--Pillow Thoughts II - Chapter 1 --AppleDash--4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Pillow Thoughts II
Are you a spy?
The sun shined through the window, filling the little chamber with warm, playful colors. A distant bird was chirping happily, announcing the beginning of spring as the wind kindly caressed the tiny new-born leaves that were decorating the old apple trees.
The blue pegasus lazily opened her eyes, slowly looking around the room. The wooden walls reflected the orange light of the sunrise, as if they were quietly chanting to the rhythm of the clouds, slowly waking up along with the entire farm. A table with a small mirror was resting in a corner, along with a chair and a simple red chest. Rainbow looked at the white, transparent curtains that were swinging slowly, embracing the gentle breeze, as her gaze fell upon the orange pony that was lying next to her, still asleep.
She's so beautiful...
Rainbow let out a small sigh as she looked at her marefriend. It felt so good to finally be able to admit all these thoughts
Pillow thoughts - Chapter 1 --AppleDash Fic--Pillow thoughts - Chapter 1 --AppleDash Fic--4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
- Glittering Thoughts –
"Ah'm sorry, wha--?"
Applejack turned towards the blue pegasus. This was becoming slightly annoying.
"I uh... I said that you did a fine job.... today, I mean," replied Rainbow Dash. She quickly pointed at the nearest apple tree. "The apples, all gone. Ha! I never knew how you could get them all down... you know, with a single kick."
Applejack tilted her head to the right. This was surpassing annoying, sliding towards worrying.
"Are you sure you're okay, Rainbow? Y'all seem a bit…" She stopped mid-sentence, not really knowing how to continue.
"Okay? Pff, of course I'm okay! I was just... you know..." she said, ending her phrase with a wide, awkward smile. The pegasus shifted a bit, trying to arrange the bag she was carrying so it wouldn't fall off her back.
Applejack frowned a bit, but decided to ignore this altogether. She had plenty of chores to do today and she had no time for Rainbow's silly pranks or less-than-inspired jokes.
Much Ahoof About Nothing Part 1Much Ahoof About Nothing starring Princess Celestia and her faithful student Twilight SparkleMuch Ahoof About Nothing Part 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Twilight watched the little white starlike flowers swirl about in her cup of elderflower tea and sighed.
Rarity put down her own cup and looked at her in sudden concern from across the table. The two of them were sitting at their favourite table at the Dandelion Clock Café and enjoying a little afternoon tea together, but Rarity for some time now had noticed that Twilight, although moody at the best of times, was especially moody today for some reason.
"Darling!" she said. "That's the third time you've sighed in as many minutes! Now I know something is most definitely wrong."
Twilight lifted her face from observing the tea to look at her friend. The white-coated unicorn's eyes were regarding her with concern, but somehow Twilight didn't feel like talking to her.
"Oh Rarity. I'm fine, really," she said, and then straightaway her eyes dropped back down to the tea and its danci
ShaunDes drabble meme.Rules:ShaunDes drabble meme.6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do ten of these, then post them.
1. We Were So Entangled- Head Like a Kite
The slap of flesh against flesh and ragged breathing from the men on the bed echoed around the room, each one too caught up in each other to speak.
2. Frustration- The Whip
"Hello, Desmond. /Go away/."
The man's scarred lips curved into a frown at that, body shifting so he could easily lean against the surface Shaun's computer rested on. There was something about the computer specialist that drew him in, made him want to irritate him further, push him further, frustrate him further.
"How about.. no."
A strange, amused grin replaced Desmond's frown when the exasperated groan lef
No VacanciesPeter felt a headache building steadily behind his eyes. He wanted nothing more than to close them for a few hours – maybe even a few days. Unfortunately, he was on duty as Supervisor and would be for the foreseeable future; his only replacement was currently vacationing in a parallel dimension after pulling a decade-long shift himself.No Vacancies1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The source of the headache seemed to lack any sympathy for him or his plight. Amazing how a soul could go from satisfied awe to spitting fury in the time it took to apologize and say, “there is no room in the Inn.”
Perhaps a joke hadn’t been the best initial course of action.
“Ma’am, I’m sorry, but there’s really nothing we can do,” he tried to explain once more, keeping his voice level. “Heaven unexpectedly ran out of housing three days ago. We have construction crews working on it, but demand is, so far, outstripping supply. There’s a waiting list a mile long and it’s gotte
Lukewarm GeneticsBRASS SECTION, GOLukewarm Genetics2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Out of her trumpet flies a tiny whale, and the trumpeteer stealthily stuffs him into her pocket. She runs away to a dark alley, and carefully places the little whale in a dumpster where hundreds of other miniscule whales reside, swimming in a pool of water.
The mother whale swoops down from the sky and opens her mouth, letting the little whales in. SHRinks and goes through a portal in the blacktop.
In this parallel universe, the sky is the ocean and the ocean is the sky. Little birds swim through the watery sky.
One of the birds lets out the sound of a goat. The sound of a man screaming in horror. He holds the key.
The long legged goats gallop and try to buck the goat-screeching birds.
The bird lets out a screech that turns into a super sonic BOOM.
then the oceansky and skyocean fuse together.
It is now all one: The oceanosphere.
The whales and birds drift in the watery air together.
The whales attack the
Second Street El stands under muted chrome lights, legs splayed apart and left hip cocked out like the jagged end of a lipstick smear. The soft undercurrent of voices drifts from the club crowd up to the stage, quiet murmured conversations below the chink of glasses and clicks of the mike stand slotting into place. If she listens close enough she can almost hear the bare echoes of a young man's laugh, a woman's soft tinkling sigh, the swell of a family's conversation.Second Street3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"All ready," the man before her grunts around the toothpick hanging out the corner of his sun-cracked mouth. El reaches a hand over to tug at the length of color-faded silk knotted around her left wrist, stepping forward to take the place he vacates. The same hand rises to wrap around the cold silver shaft, glossed lips parting as she ghosts them towards the microphone.
The crowd has dropped in volume, calm falling over the haphazardly arranged three-legged stools and half-rickety tables. It's a quiet she's felt
The Other's Orange FlowersMy brother’s asleep on the couch and I have a pen in my hand. At first I was going to draw on his face, but that would wake him up. So I turn the pen upside down and dangle the orange feather at the end just above his nose.The Other's Orange Flowers2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“What are you doing, Allie?” he asks without opening his eyes. I sweep the feather across his nose. He looks and his face wrinkles up. “Orange.”
“It’s just a colour,” I say. “I’m looking after you. Mum told me to.”
He pushes me off the couch with one hand and I slump onto the floor. “You’re too little to look after me, Allie.”
“But you’re sick, and you can’t look after me, so . . .” I have to look after him. It’s my job now.
“Sure, I can,” he says. “And I’m not sick, just tired.”
“You’ve been tired a lot. That might mean you’re sick.”
“Allie. There’s nothing – underline that –&
shrinkingplease, don't tell me how beautiful it is that i've parted my thighs like the sea.shrinking2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
because there is nothing pretty about the tears in last nights dinner, or the way my hands shake around silverware. i am not poetry, but a language lost --in the spaces where flesh used to occupy lies everything i needed to say, kept as the only thing i could ever bear to swallow. if you try to write sonnets about the scars on my knuckles or the arch of my ribs, i will tell you in nine syllables less that this is more than abstinence and foggy reflections. i will tell you how my little sister can carry me in her arms like a child, and how my father can hardly navigate my bedroom floor without touching the brown vomit stains that makes his brow heavy. i will tell you how it feels to hold your own heart in your hands, to feel it break and skip like an old, worn cd. i will tell you how i am nineteen and fishing through musty boxes of clothes from my childhood, only to find that not a single pair of sh
Ultimate Birth ControlUltimate Birth ControlUltimate Birth Control4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Sir it seems that our planning for this day was successful. We have identified enough candidates to save the nation."
"Thank you general. Now let's just hope we gain an advantage if China and India misunderstood the recent events."
Mindy had just come home from school and walked in the door with her focus being on her cellphone completely oblivious to the rest of the world. Mindy was really the typical high school student. She did decently in school have a boyfriend and was in the prime of her beauty. She wasn't a bombshell but wasn't far away from being considered one. Her c cup breasts and bubble butt gave her a very sensual look. This was topped off by rich brown hair that she seemed to be able to put into any style.
She looked up for a moment to see her mom standing in the kitchen waiting for her. Mindy had a wonderful relationship with her mom because she was lax and reall
The Outsider on The Abbey of the Everyman You know the overseers do have a reason for their irrational disdain and fear of anything with an allusion to me. Even if they themselves have long forgotten what that reason is. Their very existence and the foundation of the Abbey would not be, if it were not for the reason they have forgot. Many refute my existence, and the power of the runes, charms, and symbols. Yet, anyone who has held them can feel the void, and its power being channeled through these conduits. You yourself know this. If they really believed these things were unsubstantiated superstition, then why do they persecute the people who carry the charms? The abbey is older than Dunwall. When a large group converges they by nature descend on the few with unachievable abilities. When there were no more witches to burn, the church has kept all beneath from rising above it. Now they sway the affluent and control the masses.The Outsider on The Abbey of the Everyman3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They may have forgotten the reason, but they remember
Burger QueenShe ate her French fries as if she were high society. She cut each one into small pieces with her plastic fork and knife, then pierced one with her fork and dipped it into her side of ketchup. Then she raised it to her mouth and nibbled it. When she went to take a drink from her small Coke, she did so with her pinky raised and only drank in small sips. She set her drink down gently, as if it were a delicate china cup she was afraid of breaking.Burger Queen3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I looked around and sighed. The burger joint reeked of humanity. Grease hung in the air like humidity, and there was tension between everyone, as if all the customers were negative magnets repelling each other. No one looked into each other's eyes, not even the cashier's. People said their orders to the menu above the counter. And it was so loud. There were too many noises—children screaming, cash registers clanging, and fries sizzling as they were dipped into vats of boiling oil. My muscles were tense and my hair bristled. Why d
Dear Angry PersonIt has come to my attention that youDear Angry Person2 years ago in Letters More Like This
are about as pleasant as a rank plate of lemons jammed down an old lady’s throathave some behavioural problems with regards to your interactions with the community. This is not good for you and for that reason; I hope you will read this letter.
Considering that your actions reflect badly on you as a
walking sack of organic waste that is sucking up our airartist, I thought that I would step in and offer my own take on things. I hope within this letter to assist you in removing the metallic rod you have jammed so far up your posterior!by explaining to you that your behaviour ,which reminded me of a repugnant cat-lady swearing at the kids on her lawn,was improper, considering the circumstances and the alternative.
You see, I too am an individual that has trouble controlling his emotions. I strive very hard not to say what I am truly thinking as more often than not, you
God Is DeadGod Is Dead11 years ago in Humor More Like This
God's robes flapped around him as he looked over the edge and onto the street below.
"Don't do it! Don't do it!" cried the security guard behind him.
God said nothing, climbing onto the raised edge of the building. Five storeys below, people were beginning to take notice.
"Jesus Christ! Look!
"Oh my god!"
"Where's my camera?"
He turned and faced the security guard, who stopped walking and gazed upon the face of God. He'd been crying.
"But... why? You've got so much to live for..."
God gave a wan smile. "So have all of you."
He spread his arms wide, closed his eyes and breathed a deep sigh, falling back and off the building.
* * *
A crowd was gathering around the black, sticky mess that remained of What-Once-Was Our Lord.
"Is he dead?"
"Who is it?"
"Where's my camera?"
The bystander effect was operating at maximum efficiency, causing everyone to just stand there and looked at the mangled remains. Presently, however, a fine upstan
LiliumShe stood in the snow wearing her rainbow dress and strawberry red boots. I remember the first day I saw her, out in that field by herself. She looked so peaceful, so serene. It is now a year after I first saw her in that field. In the usual spot where she once had stood, a vase of lilacs sit in loneliness. The sweet aroma that fills the spring air reminds me of her, beautiful and calming. Its sad to think that I never got to tell her that I love her before she died.Lilium7 years ago in Humor More Like This
Two years ago, a young girl by the name of Lilium, moved to the small town of Tari. Her pale skin would blind most people, and her beauty could bring anyone to their knees. She stood out in our town full of preps and colorful people. She wore a black dress with a red bow that tied around her waist and she wore her silky black hair down to her waist. She was never seen without her black, laced umbrella and most people considered her a social outcast. Every day you would hear people talking about how weird she was and
The dangers of being right...Fundementally, every self believes itself to be ultimately and completely right, true, justified, and complete.The dangers of being right...7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
It is not until you realise that this part of your conditioning has not once ever been right about anything, that release is found and the soul set free.
And what a relief to not have to be right...!
Sunshine, If You're ListeningIm looking out across the vast ocean before me, searching for something; seeing not what I search for. Its you, you my eyes are desperately trying to find. Seeking out in the most Eastern part of my world, but the ocean reveals nothing of your whereabouts.Sunshine, If You're Listening8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Somewhere out across the ocean is you. My heart knows it, my eyes search for you because they know it. The ocean that separates us is so frightening at times, its size so discouraging. It is as the waves come crashing towards me that I realize, just what the rocks must truly be. The rocks hold off the water, as if to halt further distance forming between us. The waves come crashing towards me still, as if to pull you to me from so far. I look out from somewhere, knowing it is here that you should be.
Still, seeing nothing in the distance but a thin line defining sky from water seems so far for love to cross. Yet it has already done so, and as the waves come rolling in, it feels as if your love is transferred to me; releas
Big Apple: The Subtle SuicideHe walked into the subway station that day, not looking for direction, but perhaps trying finally to define his own. The sun shined painfully in his eyes, despite the bill of the red sox cap over his brow. It was odd for him, being around all these people, but somehow it wasnt all that different from his usual surroundings. Most days he laid alone on the couch in his apartment, trying not to wake up. The crowd around him pulsed with activity, yet despite incessant movement they were as indifferent as the nicotine yellow walls of his cramped flat. This day, he had firmly decided, would be his last.Big Apple: The Subtle Suicide8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As he boarded the subway train, headed north toward the park station, his landlord pounded on the door of his apartment, #47 of many, the eviction notice crumpled under clenched fist.
It was quick, and as in all New York suicide stories, no one took notice, even when he uttered his last guttural whine. His head drooped as his dying call escaped his breath, the bill of his cap enshroudin
Dominion ch 7Saturday, my favorite day of the week. I just love having the whole house to myself for an entire day while my mother spends her day at work.Dominion ch 74 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I sleep in until almost noon, waking up from a long, peaceful sleep free of any nightmares, thanks to taking my little magic pills right before bed. I take another as soon as I get out of bed, just as a preventative measure.
Despite my foggy brain, I crawl out of bed and walk into the kitchen, not bothering to change out of my white t-shirt and boxers. I scratch my scalp through my shaggy bed hair, my long fingers getting tangled in the thick locks, as I peer into the fridge. I take out the container of orange juice and give it a couple good shakes, sloshing the pulpy liquid inside, before unscrewing the cap and gulping down a couple mouthfuls of juice. I dry my lips with the back of my fist before putting the carton back in the fridge.
Several greasy black strands fall over my eyes. I hold a few dark locks up between my fingers and look at them
The outstanding fault of self.Every minds outstanding fault is believing it is completely correct at any given time.The outstanding fault of self.7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Patterns of habit are only realised when the mind acknowledges personal dissatisfaction.
From this, the mind recognizes its own unsatisfactory habits witnessed in others, thus providing the required impartial witness to assist with the identification of self destroying patterns within the self
CrowsThe same nine crows have been circling above the building for days now. Im sure of this because Ive been videotaping them. Fast forwarding through the entire memory card, my trusty camera reveals that same constant circle of crows. Somehow, youd expect them to stop, or pause, or at least do their solitary vigil in shifts so they have some chance of relaxing their wings.Crows6 years ago in Mystery & Suspense More Like This
Thats not the case.
This rather means they shouldnt quite be ordinary birds. Unfortunately, they are. Perfectly innocent, normal crows. Theyre just caught up in a swirl of energy, glued to the airspace by some instinct they cant quite control. Despite what common mythology would have us believe, the crows dont actually tend to be the vile harbingers of doom and ill omens. They just inevitably get sucked into the swirls when someone decides to mess up reality again.
And in just in a little while, those nine shapes up there will have run out of energy. Theyre going to