Concerning ApplejackWhy howdy!Concerning Applejack3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Good afternoon…wait, you're not one of those oddballs are you?
What're you talking about partner?
(Partner?) Well, I've been running into these weird people who act like cartoon ponies and-
Aw shucks, I'm no such person. You can count on my word, I'm the Element of Honesty after all!
You're the Element of what?
Honesty! I'm not one to toot my horn or anything, but it's a part of who I am! Oh horseapples, where are my manners? Name's Applejack! It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance!
Your name's Applejack? (This person's probably lying to me about not being one of those oddballs.)
Yup! My name's Applejack! Gosh, I reckon you've gone through quite a few Pinkie-grade shenanigan makers this past year if you gotta doubt my ability to give out my name!
…Indeed. So…what is it you do for a living Applejack?
I'm a chemist! I work with chemicals of all sorts and sizes!
A chemist, huh? Well, that's pret
The Light in the DarknessThe Light in the DarknessThe Light in the Darkness4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She panted, heart pounding as she stood in the center of town. She could hear the blood coursing through the veins in her ears, sounding like the roar of a distant ocean. Her mind was numb, barely registering where she was or that she was covered with a sticky red substance, the pungent scent of copper filling the air. Her eyes slowly fell to an object on the ground: a stained knife that glinted in the midday sun. Next to it was a growing red pool. Her eyes trained on the pool and slowly moved to its source.
The deed had been done.
Luna's Moon hung high above Equestria, its gentle rays bathing the countryside in an eerie glow as it slowly trekked across the cobalt-hued sky. Near Ponyville, the light illuminated a lone figure winging somewhat less gracefully than normal above the town. It was very late and she was exhausted, but Rainbow Dash didn't ca
RetrospeccionRetrospeccion5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Estacionamiento Denver Mall. Muy tarde.
Que agitado, es demasiada chamba. Cada noche es distinta, las farolas alumbrando las resbalosas y húmedas pistas, el cielo tan negro con algún titilar de alguna estrella lejana, el aullido de algún animal rogando por comida, la peste de los callejones y la peste que los habita, escondrijos de la peor basura en las calles, bares y prostíbulos que esperan el caer de la noche para deleitar el bajo instinto humano, violencia, robo, asesinato pues bienvenido, aquel es mi hogar, o si pudiese llamarlo como tal.
Así como en las mañanas, las noches nunca son para descansar, el ritmo de vida es también muy agitado. Y al igual que muchas otras, estoy de turno.
Vaya que correr en estas pistas es todo un reto, con cuidado de no tropezar. Mi objetivo está a unos metros de mí, vaya que es rápido. Maldita la hora que tuve que elegir este trabajo, maldito mas bien el que me contrato o maldit
My Little Dashie - After YearsIt's been a full hour since Dashie had left along with Princess Celestia and the rest of her crew. I was just sitting on the couch sulking over the photos left behind, showing distant memories so clear and vivid. It all felt so real, so convincing... enough to have changed me to be a different person from what I was 15 years ago.My Little Dashie - After Years4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
And yet I have nothing to show for it.
Had I just gone mad? Was it just a Rainbow Dash plushie that I had imagined as the real thing? And Celestia taking her away was the result of me snapping back to reality after growing up? That would explain a lot, considering everything in this house appeared as though I've been living alone this whole time. The note could have been just me writing things down, and the photos could have been me Photoshopping Rainbow Dash with myself... I think I recall seeing a similar scenario in a video game. You know, back when I had the time for video games.
I just didn't know what to think. My mind couldn't accept such insanity, this
Dragon Age: A Bard's Love 1Dragon Age: A Bard's Love 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Title: A Bard's Love
Game: Dragon Age Origins
characters/pairing- The Warden, Leliana, Wynne, Alistair, others
Disclaimer- DAO (c) BioWare
Dragon Age: A Bard's Love
The group had been lost within the Brecillian forest for several days, trying to find a strange herb that could only be found within the deepest depths of the forest. The forest seemed to grow on their armor now.
"Ughh what I would give to have a wonderful bath!" Leliana said as she swiveled her head from side to side trying to fix her hair. Alistair rubbed his hand over his scruffy chin, his beard beginning to annoy him at every twitch of his face.
"There has to be some source of water around here." Wynne said as she looked around, annoyed as well of the filth they had gathered from the wild. Everyone's nerves seemed to be twisted. Cogdale was silent, he had been since leaving the Dalish camp days ago. His Silverlite armor glistened green from the treetops that let what little sunlight escape thr
My little Dashie: Reader's CutIt was three days after her sonic rainboom. I had kept her inside during those days, I wanted to be extra safe no one noticed her, even if it was unlikely someone would ever wander anywhere near this block. But I wasn't taking any chances for Dashie. Plus, we entertained ourselves with the celebrations, and the explanations.My little Dashie: Reader's Cut4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Now here we were, at the usual park, on a cloudy day, with Dashie flying softly by my side, sporting her brand-new cloud-and-rainbow-thunder-bolt cutie mark. I was so proud.
She spoke first when we arrived there, "Hey! I noticed something when I went so high in the sky last time, can I go up there again? Please?"
I gave her a questioning look. What could she possibly have to do up there? She seemed resolute enough in her desire though.
"Well, okay, but please let's not make a habit out of..."
"Okay." And she was off, leaving just a rainbow blur behind.
I followed her contrail with my gaze. She was going straight up, higher and higher... until she disappeared
A Dog without a MasterSitting on the sidewalk,A Dog without a Master5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Waiting for him to return,
The sun rises and sets,
Watching the seasons turn,
The sun heats up the concrete pavement beneath my paws,
The leaves turn brown and die,
The snow covers the Earth in a cold white sheet,
The baby bluebirds fly through the afternoon sky,
Growing old and tired,
Years painfully passing by,
Forgetting old memories,
Still waiting for you to return to my side,
Missing you terribly,
Wanting you back in my life,
A dog without a master,
Is like a war without strife.
Freaky Fred ScriptFreaky Fred Script4 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Hello new friend, my name is Fred
the words you hear are in my head.
I say, I said my name is Fred,
and I've been... very naughty.
The story I'm about to tell,
I tell you, I will tell you well,
Is of my dear aunt Muriel,
and just how I've been... naughty.
Voila the farm. My aunt lives here,
with precious pup, and husband dear.
My heart beats fast as I drew near,
I feel so nice... and naughty.
I thought just how excited they,
must be that I would come today,
they'd shout "come Fred! huzzah! hooray!
Dear boy you look so... naughty."
That's when my tired eyes beheld,
a doggy dog, like dog, he smelled,
D-O-G, is what he spelled,
and that's how I spell... naughty.
Alone was I, with tender Courage,
and all his fur, his furry furrage,
which, I say, did encourage,
me, to be... quite naughty.
Courage... your hair...
it reminds me of the first time I knew just how,
I felt, about hair.
It was a day, I'd not forget,
the day that I first met my pet,
oh what a lovely gift to get,
I'd never felt so..
HomeWandering on the streets tonight,Home3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
People hiding from the lights.
A scratch, it burns, claws so deep.
The truth is out there can't you see?
One step further in the dark,
You will always wear these marks.
You gasp, a shock, straight to the bone.
Oh please don't!
Leave me alone.
There is no hideout, no safe room,
So I wish, please take me home...
REVIEW: My Little Pony - Friendship is MagicCartoons certainly have come a long way from when I was a kid. Back then we had cartoons that often sought to entertain by telling corny jokes and getting a petty laugh or two. Mind you, being a kid, it often worked. And as I've grown older and flick to Cartoon Network every now and then, cartoons just seem to be getting worse and worse. A few years back we had awesome cartoons such as Foster's Home for Imaginary friends and Camp Lazlo, and nowadays Cartoon Network only seems to have the same three episodes of the same three shows on permanent three hour repeat.REVIEW: My Little Pony - Friendship is Magic3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
So whenever I hear about a good modern cartoon I'm always skeptical, as the only good modern cartoons I ever see are animes, which a lot of people don't even consider to be cartoons. So you could imagine my skepticism when I hear of the ever-growing popularity of Hasbro's My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.
I never understood why My Little Pony still existed in today's age. Before Friendship is Magic rolled around it was just
From the eyes of a flower...Life is naught but a conscious space to experience the stream of realisation...From the eyes of a flower...7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Enlightenment, akin to being presently and consciously aware, of your found and realised self discovery.
Much like a plant that discovers it can grow by turning towards the sun, so to do we, discover what makes us who we are, by living fully within our reality...for, it is our reality which presents truth.
This however, does not determine that truth can ever be recognised in its completeness, to a being which continously expands that which it is, as a reflection to the ever expansion of its continuous reality.
So, if living is to be an ever continuing rhelm of self expansion - of discovery - who are we really, but a consciousness, an entity of awareness, on a journey for so long as it exists?
What is our purpose but to experience who we are and all we can be? Do you believe this journey of self discovery could ever cease? If so, perhaps you could completely describe who you will be tomorrow?
If ever you fin
Development of self...The flower has developed for millions of years, perfecting it's art of living.Development of self...7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Today, there is no process involved with the life of a flower that is unnecessary.
The human being is still in development, still learning and releasing all that is unnecessary.
To know and learn, one must be unknowing.
To be unknowing, one must realise there has never been anything that they ever have known.
Ageing...Nothing in life becomes old.Ageing...7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Your mind simply believes itself to become more familiar.
The question is, what does it really mean to be familiar?
Do we ever really truly understand the fundemental truth of what it is to exist?
Selfish Suicide"People who kill themselves are selfish."Selfish Suicide2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Well, darling, let me tell you a story,
A story all too true.
A daughter who became a wife, a wife who became a mother.
A mother of three girls...
One just above the age of a toddler,
One at the age of twelve,
And one entering the life of a married adult.
Now, the youngest girl was watching television,
And the oldest at the neighbor's home.
The twelve year old daughter sat at a computer with her closest friend,
When something terrifying happened.
Her mother was in the kitchen, coughing.
The daughter, although unable to see her mother, only could imagine the situation.
The mother walked calmly past the daughter with tears rushing down her face,
And up the stairs she went,
Into her bedroom...
Locking the door behind her.
The daughter, hearing the door lock, didn't bother to check on her mother.
She decided to expect and hope for the best.
Five, maybe ten minutes passed, the daughter still sitting at the computer,
When the mother stumbled down the
KeepersVampires do not dream so much as we remember. Our memories accumulate like dust, sitting in thick sheets, and while our minds rest – for our bodies are dead and do not need sleep as we once did – we tread across those old floors and stir up the memories. Like grains catching the sunlight that we can no longer tolerate. And we dream. And we remember.Keepers2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sometimes I remember how I was turned. Snippets of the year that Luke gave me, in which I was to order my affairs and ensure that I was content with my body as it would not change once I was a vampire. I went running in the morning, every morning. I remembered those runs, as they were my last memories of the sun.
Other times, I remembered the war. Standing there, watching the ash drift out of the sky and knowing that this world was our world now, for it would be a long time until the earth saw full sun again. There was no joy in this. It was a broken world, a shattered one, and even as vampire I had not lost the capacity to mour
Hop.Sometimes, jumping between universes is a riot – picture a young guy like me landing himself in a universe where most people are beautiful nymphomaniacs – but other times I find myself in a hell like this.Hop.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It started out normal enough. The people who greeted me were a little off, all shorter than my shoulders and thinner than a normal person should be. The women were topless, the men completely naked, both with parts a little different from what I knew, but they deduced I was the second coming of their lost god. Good ol’ Qa-tu’ta had left their jungle kingdom ages ago, ascending into the purpled clouds of the heavens via the tallest mountain in the land. As it turns out, Qa-tu’ta and I had one striking commonality: a tattoo of a bird on the inside of our forearm.
Everything about me was fascinating. The tattoo, obviously, but I was tall, pale-skinned, and completely different from them. They observed the metallic contrap
First ContactLet me start at the beginning. Yes – I know you have the footage – but let me just tell you what it was like. From my perspective. You have to understand that when I woke up in that room, I was terrified. I didn't know where I was or how I got there. The last thing I remembered was my car flipping into the ditch and when that happens, you expect to wake up in the hospital, if you wake up at all. Not in a dark room without your clothing.First Contact2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Yes, I understand. But from my perspective – my culture – that's a pretty damn hostile thing to wake up to.
I didn't realize that I was being watched. Our technology, well, you know what level it's at. We've got one-way mirrors but it was dark in that room and even if I could see the panel clearly, I wouldn’t have known what it was. I just thought it was a piece of the wall that was a bit glossier than the rest of the surface. So I thought I was alone, locked
Walking DeadI’d been staring right at the horizon where the nuke went off. My suit’s visor went black, instantly protecting my sight but I knew – even before the shock wave hit – I was dead.Walking Dead2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Diagnostics screeched and blared at me, as if I didn't know. The cooling system kicked into overdrive but sweat still sprang from every pore; I was instantly running a fever of 107. Radiation sleeted through the armor, literally cooking me. I panted and gasped, waited for the chillers to bring things back to a semblance of normal if they could.
A few minutes later internal temps were stabilized, but I was still dead. Nobody took that much gamma radiation and just walked away.
Unless they wore Mk.VII Ravager combat armor. Excellent radiation shielding in these things; the EMP barely touched the electronics. A few cores down but main RAM was still good and all systems nominal. Ignoring the damage done to the fragile human pilot, that is.
My visor came back online, and despite it being pas
FFM 29.13 Well, That Escalated Quickly.“So what do we do now?”FFM 29.13 Well, That Escalated Quickly.2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Gabriel stared at the spot where Michael had disappeared for another minute. Eventually, he took a shaky breath and said, “Now we warn the others, and hope that he hasn’t killed them or won them over.” He turned to Annie. “And it looks like you’ve run out of time to choose.”
Annie nodded thoughtfully. “I’ll do it, I’ll learn. Because, honestly, I’ll stand a better chance of getting out alive if I do.”
A wan smile ghosted over Gabriel’s lips. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry you haven’t been able to make a lot of your own choices where I’m concerned.”
They were drinking coffee, which was not so unusual in and of itself, but they were in town, at a café, which was odd. They had convinced each other to get out of the house and enjoy the slightly warmer weather. Annie caught herself staring at passersby, and drop