Just for Sidekicks told entirely in rhymeWe start with some photos of Spike and PeeWee,Just for Sidekicks told entirely in rhyme4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Though he is not in this episode, we'll see.
He's discovered by Twilight and at her behest,
The chick is returned to his parents and nest.
Owlowiscious appears, for some reason awake,
And we flip to Spike baking a gem-infused cake.
He munches on his gems as he makes his creation,
Finding them all gone he airs his frustration.
The owl indicates that the chef is to blame,
Causing Spike to sadden and loudly exclaim.
Fluttershy comes by to pawn off her pet,
And Spike soon accepts for her green garnet.
Angel is aghast and catches a ride back,
While Spike seeks to add some more gems to his
MonsterI loved her. More than anything in all of the world. I brought her a bundle of roses that fateful day One in every color mind you, because she always loved all those beautiful, swirling colors. My heart was palpitating as I went to her, my eyes glittering and tail whipping in anticipation.Monster1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I gave them to her, those colorful roses. She looked into my eyes and called me a terror, an abomination A monster. She slammed those fragile roses to the ground, and stomped on them with one petite hoof. I'll always remember her face. The delicate features and contours of her face twisting up in anger and ferocity. Her silky main fluttering be
Age of the Alicorns: Chaos Rising PrologueAge of the Alicorns: Chaos Rising Prologue1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It all began with love.
After the dawn of time, alicorns and mortal ponies lived separate from one another. In the old age, the ponies of the earth below us started out as a very segregated race: greedy, unjust, hateful. The world as we knew it had turned evil and no longer reflected the land it was created to be. Sin was rampant everywhere and love was but a memory rarely spoken of. We alicorns, the immortal and wise race, were disgusted with what the world had become and made our domain in the heavens far above the sky. Granted, our race was not perfect either, but
The Background Pony Crew Goes to the Gala: Ch.1Chapter One: Golden Tickets and Human ClothesThe Background Pony Crew Goes to the Gala: Ch.14 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Octavia opened the envelope, expecting notice of some concert she had been asked to play in. What she found exceeded her expectations greatly.
"Hey, Tavi!" Vinyl called, trotting down the street and seeing Octavia's mouth wide open as she stared at a letter. "What's up?"
A wide smile spread across Octavia's normally frowning face. "I-I've been invited to play my cello-"
"Pfft, no surprise there," Vinyl Scratch interrupted, taking off her glasses, "You always get invited to play at places."
"I get to play at the Grand Galloping Gala!" cried Octavia, pulling a golden ticket from the folds of th
What is LoveWhat is Love7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Some say love is verb,
not an emotion that is truly felt.
Some say love is blind,
because the one you fall in love with may not love you back.
Some say love is cruel,
because like many before them thought they were in love,
felt all the emotions depicted by media,
and assumed the best.
But when they were hurt, scorned, and reviled,
they came up with these notions;
depicting that love never cruelty existed.
What is love?
Love is the truth,
Love is like the Caribbean Sun,
Blazing bright in the hearts of individuals,
Love is Blind,
for you can never tell who you will fall in love with,
Love is a verb, but it is also God,
Reasons to Dread SchoolReasons to Dread SchoolReasons to Dread School7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A load of homework comes every night.
Being forced to be silent all day is no delight.
Crazy teachers can't figure out how to turn on overhead lights.
Does getting up early sound like fun?
Everyday your bookbag weighs a ton.
Four subjects worth of work has to be done.
Given pointless projects is not 'flippin' sweet'.
Half the time you don't have the time to sit and eat.
I can't believe there's a three day deadline to meet.
Just how much more can we take?
Keeping up for our grade's sake.
Listening to lectures and fighting to stay awake.
My head hurts from hitting the locker door.
No one wants to go back to
Have a Smile.Here you go have a smile,Have a Smile.7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They're on the house today
A tiny one can go a mile
I'll give you one for free
Been in this trade for 18 years
Making people happy
Ignoring all my tears
I've put my loved ones first
Number One, that was you
That was you all along
Except for when I needed you
A blank look was all I saw
Then It happened,
Something I'd rather forget
My life and memories blackened
But still, smiles are on me today.
Now you've gone for good
You say I don't care
But as ever, as you know I would
Smiles are on me today
My tower is falling down
Even my family has given in
Instead of the smile they wear a frown
Dusk Rises- Chapter 10Dusk Rises- Chapter 108 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Wait for me," said Jean, pulling the zip on her white hoodie. Max shot her a look, and Twilight rolled her eyes, foreseeing an unneeded argument.
"Jean I don't think that that's a good idea," Max said calmly, much to Twilight's surprise. Jean smiled, walking across the room toward the others. She put her hand on his shoulder and pressed her forehead against her twin's.
"You know why I'm not going to listen to you right?" she asked, closing her eyes. Max nodded, embracing the grey feathered griffin with his wings. Archangel gave Twilight an impatient nudge, gesturing toward the exit. Large beads of sweat left dark trails down the fur
A Prayer For LunaA Prayer For LunaA Prayer For Luna7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
My dearest Luna,
We thank you for
The Moon you raise,
And the stars
In the evening sky
As the jewels in
Your flowing mane.
My noble princess,
You are not shunned,
We hide not from
The night you bring;
You are the peace
In the enveloping darkness,
Protecting us from harm.
We beseech you:
Raise the Moon
And bathe your kingdom
In it's fair light.
Keep your people safe
In your humbling night.
And only rest your weary head
When your sister
Brings forth her light
And reclaims her righteous day.
A Poetic Tribute to Carrot TopA Poetic Tribute to Carrot Top4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cultivating the land
Reaping rich bounty
A choice offered
To ponies far and wide
Delectable carrots, a treat
Upstanding Ponyville citizen
Striving for success
Helpful and kind
Goals that bind
A beauty opined
Path with dotted lights outlined
Dreams of a future, a glorious find.
One letter of manyOne letter of many1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Dear Princess Celestia...
"Please don't apologize for telling me these things, nor should you feel guilty. I've lived a full life and I have no regrets. And no need to sound so fatalistic! When Applejack's grandmother passed, she was one hundred and sixty! I'm only pushing one and twenty. My bones may be brittler, my coat and mane a touch faded, but I still have more than a few years in this wrinkled hide.
But just the same, I know that you wouldn't write in such a way if it wasn't important to you. Even though ordinary ponies may come and go in your life, I want you to be strong and happy, to be the beacon of love and hope that all Equestr
To DeathThe sun dried the earth untilTo Death6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
everything was burned,
scorched beyond recognition.
Fire, flames, embers destroying anything
that would combust at the lightest touch,
succumbing to a thirst that was a slow death.
Volcanoes roared to the ashen sky,
bleeding ichor until there was nothing left but molten seas
and deserts that no prophets nor saviors would ever walk.
Yet while the heat razed our surroundings
we jaunted on by,
oblivious to the hardships because they weren’t ours.
We wondered how such inferior things
could have survived for so long,
because we were the mightier beings,
the ones who the inferno could never hope to
This is Not a PoemThis is not a poemThis is Not a Poem3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
And this is not a pen
This is not expression
And this isn't happening again
You are not a liar
None of this is real
How can I believe this
When nothing makes me feel
These are not the voices
That whisper in the dark
This is not the bruise
And this is not the burn mark
This is not the memory
That I carry every day
This is not the rain
That fell from the skies gray.
This is not a poem
And this is not a pen
I can't say that I ever want
This to happen again.
In somethingI think I'mIn something2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can't help but think about you.
Think about all the things we talk about.
Laugh about, Joke about, Cry about.
Not really, I don't cry much.
Crying's for girls.
And that's ok.
I'm always biting my tongue,
there's just so much to say!
But when is it appropriate?
When do you tell someone
'Hey, I think I like you allot.'
'Hey, I want you in my bed.'
Or whatever kids are saying these days.
At what point is it O.K…
to tell someone how much they mean to you?
How many days does it take? Or weeks?
Some wait even months, or years!
Just to tell someone
'Hey, you mean everything to me.'
Even if it's for the second, or th
Derpy Hooves is Innocent PonyDerpy Hooves is Innocent Pony1 year ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Derpy Hooves has been accused of insulting mentally disabled people.
Proof: Eyes, manner of speaking, and destruction everywhere she goes.
WRONG! Derpy Hooves is innocent! How do I know this?
Mlp Wikia! http://mlp.wikia.com/wiki/Derpy#Merchandising going to this site will send you to the story of Derpy.
In the production section, they mention the voice actress, and why she made Derpy sound the way that makes many get butthurt.
SO BLAME THE VOICE ACTRESS (but don't hate her, it was an honest mistake)!! NOT HASBRO OR THE WRITERS!!
Derpy Hooves, shall live! :D :D :D :D
Self inflictionSelf infliction2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I can't stop. He pulls me in, just to drag me out by my hair. He holds and caresses me, just to scream in my face. It's my fault, he says. Not his. Never his. I'm his, and his alone. No one owns me except for him.
It's not my fault I'm addicted. It's not my fault he is like my drug.
He is perfect.
I'm his little puppet.
He pulls the strings. He controls me.
I walk away, but I can't escape him.
He is always there.
I need help, they say.
He's not real, they say.
But how is he not real?
I have the scars, I have the bruises.
Self inflicted wounds, they whisper.
They carry my sleeping body.
Wrap it in a very soft ma
Only on my Own ~MontparnasseXEponine~Montparnasse had never seen such beauty as that in Eponine Thenardier. She was headstrong and sometimes rude, although always passionate. She clearly didn't know her place, which was part of her charm. And although she could sometimes be hard as nails, she had a heart of gold.Only on my Own ~MontparnasseXEponine~2 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Montparnasse hadn't felt this way forever. When he had first met Eponine, he was vexed by her nastiness. She clearly had no interest in her father's work, which showed that she had interest in other things. One by one, these things began to present themselves to Montparnasse. Eponine frequently looked through the windows of dress shops and gazed at flowers. She admired
The Witch of the West is dead I watched her smile fade slowly, the corners of her mouth falling. Her eyes were glossy and I felt ripped up on the inside. I knew all too well what she was planning.The Witch of the West is dead2 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Hide yourself,” she urged, but her voice sounded unsure, “no one can know you were here.” She rested her emerald fingers gently on her chest, though I noticed them tremble slightly. And then she turned sharply, hiding her face from mine. In a flash she’d disappeared behind a curtain. From a damp and dirty corner I watched as the Wicked Witch died. Her shrieks filled the room like thick liquid, so heavy it was inescapable.