The Ballad of Big MacThe Ballad of Big Mac2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The Ballad of Big Mac
Come hear the tale of Macintosh,
Big Mac to all his friends,
the love he won, but almost lost,
of fame that never ends.
He spent his days out in a field
not far from Ponyville,
gath'ring his orchard's fruitful yield
with all his bucking skill.
"Big Mac, you take care now y'hear!"
said A. J. in alarm,
"Keep buckin' like that an' Ah've a fear
You'll do yerself some harm!"
Big Mac replied, "Don' worry none,"
as apples fell like rain,
"Jus' mah way of 'gettin' 'er done'!"
and went to buck again.
He bucked the tree, and with a crash
the center of it split.
The falling trunk, quick as a flash,
the stallion's head did hit.
Straight to Nurse Redheart Big Mac was sent
with AJ at his side,
and in the quiet medical tent
he nursed his wounded pride.
But though the nurse did all she could,
the wound refused to heal -
ointment and poultice did no good,
despite Nurse Redheart's zeal.
To Twilight Sparkle then Mac fled,
librarian of the town.
Yet as soon as all her books we
Much Ahoof About Nothing Part 1Much Ahoof About Nothing starring Princess Celestia and her faithful student Twilight SparkleMuch Ahoof About Nothing Part 13 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
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
Adventure Time Quotes"We wear our ninja on our sleeves"Adventure Time Quotes4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Lump Off Mom!"
"Gunther who told you, you could fly?"
"Will call em slappy d's"
"I'll see you in the Nightosphere you sick freak"
"Oh yeah I'm having a fun time"
"I'm going to rescue the babies from the fire, Only... the...babies"
"Tree trunks, get those hot buns in here girl"
"Don't squeeze me, I'll fart"
"Powers like, theeeese!"
"We should beat him up, until he starts making since"
"Dangit, Leonard if we don't talk at the same time nobody can understand us"
"No worms on the bed!"
"and I've seen some stuff that would really make you say like what, "like what?"
"Oh, these aren't just ordinary nuts"
"You should have stuck to your dieeeeeeeeeeeeet"
" I should not have drink that much tea"
"and BOOM!, we catch him with princess on his hands"
"we thought humans were extinct"
Llamas With Hats: A PoemThere, through the doorLlamas With Hats: A Poem3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There's a man on the floor
And what's more Carl is there
There's a dead human, I say
What has made him this way?
So I command that Carl explain
I've never seen him, says he
Until you showed him to me
I've seen him never before in my life
I ask Carl why he'd kill him
My tone of voice is quite grim
But murder is Carl's least favorite thing
I demand again he explain
And with his expression unchanged
Carl denies all my claims, he'd been busy
He'd been in his room reading The Great Gatsby
And this man barged inside without asking
I am shocked when Carl finally says
"And I, uh I stabbed him 37 times in the chest."
Caaaaaaaarl, I cry
Why'd you make this man die?
But then I notice something is gone
Carl, I venture, his hands
What's that, he says, come again?
His hands, Carl, why are they missing?
He looks from me to the ground
Out of recognition does he make a sound
Eyes on me, he smiles and says
"Well I, uh, I sort of cooked them up. And ate
TEXT - Renamon 01TEXT - Renamon 013 years ago in Profiles More Like This
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
Charlie: Upwardly Mobile (part 1)Charlie: Upwardly Mobile (part 1)3 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
3. There and Where, at the Tear and Wear3. There and Where, at the Tear and Wear2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Bound to the eternal wait like shackles to the chain,
There where my thoughts taunt me,
Like my once angelic kin...
Where "what if?" & "although..." are merely tools of the trade.
Here the black fire burns the fledgling dove to a crisp,
And the arachnid of the abyss consumes the ashes,
Only to spit them back into this haunted mind.
Such psychology to leave us in wonder by the unexplained neutral party of existence...time, the unstoppable inevitability.
The unmelted flickering candle that burns
a freezing fire in the heart of my heart.
What I know of truth is little, especially in this Hell,
where I live only to await
judgments of our Father, now my adversary...
Here where blackened is the light at the end of the tunnel.
The each and every blink of these old and bitter
eyes see only the encompassing fate at road's end.
Here and bound to the years of eternity where I watch humanity tear away at itself...
Never again will grace know this rearranged face bound in chains.
Here and now where
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
. my confession .. my confession .9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every single evening,
when twilight deciedes to take over the bright sky once again,
I take my thoughts for a walk.
Every single evening,
when the daylight gives in,
I make my confession to the only ones who are always there to listen.
This is it.
This is my confession, my precious voiceless confidants.
Every single evening they fly away,
carrying another fugutive thought, another part of me.
Setting me free.
The Mythology of Metal 2.0NOTICE: Many of you were fans of my old mythology of metal. Truth be told, I wrote those years ago when I first got into metal. It's been a long time, and I feel like it's time I revised it to fit my current knowledge of the holy music known as Heavy Metal. Enjoy fellow headbangers!The Mythology of Metal 2.04 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Ozzy- First god of metal. He was the figurehead God who ruled with Iommi, the Great Creator at his side.
Halford - The Chosen Metal God. He resurrected the old ways of metal after it was betrayed by the four prophets.
Bruce Dickinson - God of light and arts and heir to the thrown of metal. His powers match that of the metal god himself.
Eddie the Head - Bruce Dickinson's chief advisor.
Vic Rattlehead - the ruler of The Mosh, the land of chaos
Cronos - The wise prophet who brought forth the wisdom that lead to the creation of Black, Death, and Thrash metal. He led the Cult of Venom.
Manowar - The legion of gods of Black wind, Fire, and steel.
Dio - Known as the Holy Diver. The messenger
Time Traveling Kids of the Mane Six! Ch. 1Time Traveling Kids of the Mane Six! Ch. 12 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
QueerIt's not queerQueer4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
if it's all in your head
it's not pornographic or
fetishist if you
never breathe a word.
Every woman dreams
of the poetic honey taste
of her husband's
as she (sleeps)
beside her dear
behind her eyes
fair blond lashes
caressing those pale ankles
it's not cheating
in your little housewife head.
It's not queer.
The day the laughter died....A voice so many knew,The day the laughter died....2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
That touched so many lives.
The jokes and laughter that fell so easily,
And the maelstrom they did hide.
A man loved by so many people,
Yet walked his road alone.
The candle that lit the way for the masses,
But couldn't light his own.
Impressive courage to make people laugh,
While he cried inside.
Walk in peace, Patch, Genie, Mr. Williams,
I hope your dreams finally came to light...
Dystopia: The Hunger Games PoemDystopia: The Hunger Games Poem2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I wake up blinded by the sunlight
Only to realize absence of life's delight
Everyone yearning for brightness
In this place enclosed in darkness
The piercing pain,
The woeful cries
The thirst for greater wealth
To achieve a better health
Families tenuous of starvation
Parents and children seeking direction
Each district secretly wanting insurrection
Against the Capitol's greedy agitation
Iridescent competition for survival created,
Controlling life for entertainment started
All of us longing for an end to this rapture
No longer wanting to suffer from this seizure
This dystopia encased in obscurity
Residents being absorbed by vanity
Can this really be reality?
Why is it devoured in catastrophe?
What caused us to give birth to human bestiality?
Tango EscarlatoTango Escarlato11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
El Tango Escarlata (The Scarlet Tango)
We fled long ago
To escape the moon’s confine
Out into the sun
Once upon a Time…
Long ago did we dance
Long ago did you sing
You a scarlet little songbird
And I the breath beneath your wing
Cast out by the sun
We found refuge on the moon
And there we found our light
And we secretly danced in its shoon
And so we cheated that sun
The world around us, however pale
You a flower who blooms at night
And I your singing nightingale
And All the trees clapped their applause
And All the wind had whistled its cheers
And All the night had turned to gold
And our footprints dusted away our fears
But the ever constant night
Washed out your iridescent hues
Withered out your bright colours
And Dulled them to pale blues
Eventually your songs stopped
As did the dancing of mine
And so out of hiding we once fled
Once upon a time…
Many years had passed
Since our promenade those nights
Secret lusts in exile
We escaped into the lights
Many years have passed
...So I became one.Discord...So I became one.3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I had practiced, played it over in my mind. But, it didn't help to ease the nervousness that was suffocating my body and mind. She'd agreed to meet me, without question... of course, we'd known each other for a long time. We liked to come here together, just the two of us... The small castle garden really was lovely. We'd spend hours out here, together... and somehow, amongst our friendly banter, I'd come to see us as something... more.
But she was a princess... and I was far from being any sort of prince. Still, we had found many common interests, and had spent happy days together. I thought... I thought she was different. Others looked at me like I was a freak. As if I was just some chaotic beast, some random chance of a creature.
The thing was, it was all true. But Celestia—she never seemed to notice. She didn't point or stare, or shirk away when I came near. She wasn't afraid to be close to me. She was the different one.
And she... s
The Mythology of MetalDISCLAIMER: If you're "emo" or have emo friends, or disagree with what i place up here take no offense. it's all in good fun.The Mythology of Metal8 years ago in Settings More Like This
Ozzy Osbourne - First god of metal
Rob Halford - He is, THE METAL GOD!!! He resurected metal after it was betrayed by the four prophets.
Bruce Dickinson - God of light and arts and heir to the thrown of metal. His powers match that of the metal god himself
Eddie the Head - Minion of Bruce Dickinson
Vic Rattlehead - the god of war
Danzig - God of Hardcore, a distant cousin to metal. He is known as the bridge between metal and punk, for he is well known in both
Manowar - the gods of Black wind, Fire, and steel.
Charolette the Harlot - Goddess of love and beuaty...and prostitution.
Dio - Known as the Holy Diver. The messenger of the metal gods as well as the prince of the metal gods.
Melissa - goddess of witch craft. lover of King Diamond.
King Diamond - King of storytelling and the dark arts
Iommi - Created the metal gods.
Varg Vikernes - God of darkn
Withered Roses: Chapter 1Withered Roses: Chapter 12 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
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 Vacancies2 months 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
The Devout, The Divine, The DeceasedThe Devout, The Divine, The Deceased2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Three are they,
Of Heavenly origin.
Governed by the Highest Throne,
and led by the Horsemen.
Devout are the Grim Trinity.
As death has never ceased
So true to the cause are they...
By cursed and divine blades.
The Patrons of the Deceased and Dying...
and of those related to the involved.
Divine by right is the Angel...
Unholy by cause is the Demon...
Leader by title is the Nephilim.
By them are taken souls guided,
Through them are souls
released or enslaved.