MLP: Hooves of Harmony Ch. 1MLP: Hooves of Harmony Ch. 14 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Within this vast world where many creatures of great elegance and malevolent intentions live, the one species that is considered to be the greatest and most prosperous of them all...are little ponies. Three different species of ponies are the greatest among them all and the few cousins they have living with them or elsewhere:
The Earth Ponies live upon the ground, and are well versed in the art of farming crops. They also know the meaning of strength and what to do with it in the ways of helping others; The Pegasai live among the clouds that roam throughout the skies above, while maintaining the weather during each and every season; The Unicorns practice in the magical arts, always pushing to improve their skills and achieve greatness.
But what makes these three great species of pony so magnificent is not their traits they are born with...but what they have done in the last thousand years or so. Setting aside their differences in a time o
MLP: Hooves of Harmony Ch. 4MLP: Hooves of Harmony Ch. 44 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Upon the conclusion of the surprising ceremony featuring the return of the famous dancer known by all of Shamrock, many family members of both Tap and Grace come forth to welcome them home. Even more surprising is seeing both Shammy and Courageous all grown up; Once they saw Courageous Heart as just a simple pony, but now is a prince and married to Twilight Sparkle...and Shammy was but a little foal the last time many saw her, but now she is a lovely young mare who is as radiant as her mother.
To continue this wonderful family reunion, Princess Aira invites all family of her champion inside her palace for the evening; A pleasant visit to catch up on things before the night falls upon them.
However...once everypony enters the palace and enters the spacious living room to converse and enjoy some hot tea, some of the ponies notice Tap Step limping to the chair as if he has an injury.
"Dad...are you okay?" Courageous Heart speak
Sonic High Ch. 1: The MirrorSonic High Ch. 1: The Mirror2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was a bright sunny day on Mobius and well known hero, Sonic the Hedgehog, was out on a run through the grassy fields of Green Hill Zone. He was keeping a good pace as he sped through the hills and slid through a tight opening into a cave then emerged out on the other side. He decided to relax for a few minutes before heading back.
“Whew! That was quite a rush! I wonder if taking the even longer way back will be just as thrilling.”
He sat down and looked around before he felt a soft tap on his shoulder. Sonic turned around and saw a bird hovering in front of him. In its talons was a chilidog.
Sonic smiled. “Hey! Thanks little guy! I really appreciate it!” He said before taking the footlong and biting into it, chewing for a few, and finally swallowing.
Just as he turned back to the bird, the blue hedgehog noticed something in the distance.
“Hmm...Experience has taught me to investigate anything out of the ordinary.” He said before dashing off to get
Darkest VishesWhen the sun goes down and the sky turns dark blueDarkest Vishes2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Its time when my vishes finally comes true
At first no one knows vho I am?
Vell, Once I vas a normal purple bat from Pi'illo Island
Then somehow I fed of sveets of nightmares
Thanks of nightmares: I become bigger my claws, my body and my wonderful vings
In the pass of time I become a powerful king
There is one thing to do
I only vanted is having the Dark Stone
Those idiots of Pi'illos they imprison me in Dream Land
At my last act... I destroy the Dark Stone
Making those Pi'illos turned into a stone one by one
Now I'm here... In my dark prison
My only company is deepest of darkness
It's driving me into madness
Yesterday: I'm bat... Today: I'm king... Now: I'm prisoner ... And Tomorrow?
No one can hear my pain or my sorrow...
But don't worry, my dear friends: I vill be free any soon...
And I vill have Dream Stone on my claws
I vill have the whole vorld in the palm of my paw
I'll be the scarest nightmare that the vorld has ne
She is...The kind of girl who stares at a screen,She is...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Searching for the right words.
The one who doesn't hear,
But has always wanted to be heard.
A liar who can't speak,
A coward who can't hide.
Swallowed by her grief,
Poisoned by her pride.
And yet she's found a deeper love,
Flawed as she may be.
Though left in horrid darkness,
She finds that she can see.
And with all her insecurities,
She's slipped through prison bars.
Broke through her imperfections,
And is reaching for the stars.
FallTell me you need the push,Fall2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Then blame me when you fall.
Of course, I was the one who led you to the cliff.
ErosionYou tell me love is sacrifice,Erosion4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
but us is a complicated word,
and I've never realized that
equality isn't meant to be part of.
Stop Hurting, PleaseLet me take your burdens upon my own back.Stop Hurting, Please1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Remove your pack filled with pain
And let it instead stain my face.
Wrap your arms around me in an embrace and watch your emotion
Wash over me like an ocean-leaving me raw
So that the pain that I saw is no longer yours.
Instead it pours down like a stream,
Down my throat where it becomes a scream that goes unheard
So that your pain remains curbed inside me.
I, too, hurt, though I don’t wish you to see so instead I bleed
On paper so that the seed sown doesn’t sprout quite so painfully.
When you smile it fills me wonderfully and I don’t feel quite so ground
By the sounds of sorrow.
Though it hurts me, I’d rather have borrowed suicidal thoughts
So you haven’t bought cuts down your wrists.
It hurts like a cyst to hear you sob
So I daub emotion off the surface of my mind
And grind it into ink just to be able to see how much of a fool I am.
When I write, the ink has burst from its dam and I nearly drown
Either pouring i
Fluttershy's SecretSunday was only two days away. She'd been waiting already: three days, two hours and one minute. What would two more days do? No one would think anything of it if she stayed inside for two more days, would they? She'd never been the most social of the group anyway. It was rare for her to seek out their attention, save every Thursday at the spa with Rarity. She had to cancel this Thursday and the only reason she didn't break down under the scrutinizing gaze of her best friend was because she really had been feeling under the weather. It wasn't a lie. She could hide behind that excuse for two more days. Right?Fluttershy's Secret3 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was already mid-morning when a knock came to her door. Fluttershy got unsteadily to her hooves and tried to ignore the churning in her stomach as she walked the few feet from the couch to the door. Pulling it open just a crack, she saw Applejack on the other side wearing her beloved cowboy hat and a concerned expression. "Hey there, sugarcube. Rarity said you were feelin'
One or the OtherI hate my life.One or the Other2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Or maybe I love it.
It has to be one
Or the other.
Unless I’m insane.
I want to make the world perfect.
A great, if difficult aspiration.
Maybe the world is already perfect.
For without evil, what would give us motivation?
The world isn’t perfect
And neither am I.
We’re either a match made in Heaven or one made in Hell.
Perfect and imperfect.
I bear no visible scars from hurting myself
But my mind does.
I fear I’m at least slightly insane.
We may not bear scars for our misdeeds
But our minds,
Those around us,
And the very planet itself
I find that the thing that I have learned best in school
Is not to let your difference show
Lest those around you
Give you scars
Both physical and mental.
I’m really not a good poet
Sometimes I think that I am a good poet.
Like at the beginning of this one
If it’s anything more than a train of thoughts.
Most of my poems are just organized thought processes.
So it’s really both
Snapped!CanadaNobody remembers meSnapped!Canada1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Well not anymore.
I'm sick of all the "Who"s
I'm sick of no recognition
I just want to be seen
I just want to be heard
Sitting in the back
Of the room
Watching the arguments unfold
I wait to be included
It doesn't matter how anymore
I've got plenty of hockey equipment
And plenty to be proud of
But I'm not noticed one bit
Even the ones I've been with since I was little
Don't know I'm there
Well not anymore.
I've got a plan.
I'll be talked about!
I'll be noticed!
And all I've got to do is this...
Pools of vital fluids are what's left
I've gone too far
I stand ashen faced
But I can't help a smile creep on my face
Now I've been seen!
Now I've been heard!
Now they won't forget me.
I just wonder if there's anyone left to remember me...
What have I done?
In a moment of distress
I messed up everything.
Everyone I cared about
Now there's no one to remember me.
Now I'm back to where I star
Since the day he hatchedIt was late at night, and the room was completely dark, save for a small flickering candle on a desk beside the nearby window. For many pones, such light wouldn't have been enough to do any real reading, but for Twilight, she'd grown used to it. This was not the first late-night study session she'd done, and it wouldn't be the last. She was occupying herself with her latest book, a tome on all the knowledge ponies had about dragons, the most ferocious creatures known to their kind.Since the day he hatched1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Recent events had made her realise just how little she knew about them. For it was only a few short hours ago that she and her friends, Rarity and Rainbow Dash, had been given a first-hand experience with a few dangerous specimens. But the experience had all been worth it, because now, they'd managed to save one who was very dear to her. Spike, her "number one assistant", who had gone to the dragon migration to find out more about what it meant to be a dragon, as well as to perhaps find others of his family.
No Tears'Damn.' I thought. I knew what was about to happen.No Tears1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was feeling sorry for myself - a waste of valuable time that usually did nothing but cause me to bury my rage deeper down.
'You know what the solution is.' I told myself. And it was true. 'No... no. I'm not a psycho.' the exact same voice replied.
With all that I'd gone through, I knew I had to be. Just a little. Hell, I think I've earned the chance to act a little insane.
'I need to scavenge for food.' I sighed, hugging my knees. 'They'll be wondering what's taking so long.'
Then I saw her face. How it looked before she fell asleep. No tears from her, no tears from me.
"You know..." I said to the air. "After we buried dad, I used to imagine what it would be like if you died. I thought I'd sit there at your grave, yelling at you for leaving me." I let out an unconvincing laugh. "I thought you'd have a grave." No tears.
"I thought I'd sit by it everyday, for hours on end. I though
Dream Shenanigans: Lullaby for an ArmyThis lyrics below are from a weird dream I had last night, tjhat I've spending most of the day trying to remember the changed lyrics. Keep in mind this is NOT a foreshadowing to FoM in any way shape or form.Dream Shenanigans: Lullaby for an Army2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
If you want to hear the music, just use on of these two links
Lullaby for a Princess: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H4tyvJJzSDk
Lullaby for a Princess Luna's Reply: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=waPvh7ehZ3Y
Ok the setting is that Drakonia is stuck in the end, locked in an obsidian cage made by the ender dragon herself. To mess with Drakonia a little more, at the top of the cage, is a portal that cant be entered, but can show places. Currently its showing the world she was banished from. As the dragon slept, Drakonia's heart began to sing out as a way to get rid of her sorrow. This is what she sang.
How my deeds pain me as time stretches long
How could I have hurt them this way?
So rest easy now, the punishment's mine
The weight of my crimes are my own
But into that stillness I'll
Apple-Pie Celestia's early morning sun peeked over the horizon as Applejack strolledApple-Pie3 years ago in Romance More Like This
through Ponyville with her early morning deliveries in tow. She preferred making her
rounds early so she could pack her stand up at the end of the day and head straight for
home, just in time for dinner. A single bag filled to the top with apples remained slung
firmly across her shoulder as she made her way to the last stop. Ignoring the closed sign hanging in the door she nudged it open letting herself inside the bakery. A sneaky smile crossed her face, she strangely enjoyed the feeling of sneaking inside while the place was officially closed. The smell of sugar wafted through the air from the morning's first batch of goods as a pink pony poked her head through the kitchen doors.
"Hey there Applejack! Ready to get your apple on?" Pinkie asked with an enormous smile.
IrrationalPlease don't remind me.Irrational4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The pain in my jaw is enough of a reminder
as are the crescent-shapes carved into my skin
and the way my heart throbs in my head
and drowns out the noise except for those bells.
The alarm bells.
Please don't remind me.
It's a faulty system
built into the mind and bones
of a faulty person.
A small thing, a tiny thing is a trigger
Punctuation where it never is, or
snide remarks about "You're being irrational."
It sets off the bells faster than you can blink--
Before I know it, I can't swallow
I can't see or hear and I most definitely
The world shrinks to a pinprick
while thoughts collide and crash within as fireworks--
fireworks that burn the eyes and the mind
and rip phantom hands from phantom limbs.
Please don't remind me.
Because I know.
I know better than anyone that what I say and what I do
are very "irrational"
and I don't need to be told once or twice or ever
ever ever ever at all.
I live with these thoughts, and yours
even if you are a bree
An unwanted white roseYou think you know who I am?An unwanted white rose1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
How pathetic and foolish can you be?
I am chained! I am bounded!
I will never be free!
How can you like a monster like me!?
I am a white rose,
Who is powerless and weak
And yet my thorns
Have cut you deeply.
Don't you get it!?
Don't you see!?
Can't you realize that
My wrath and anger
Have harmed you greatly!?
I am dangerous!
I am polluted!
Turn back on me!
I am not any white rose
Who is innocent and pure.
I am a monster, a monster!
A filthy, "ugly" monster
A monster, a monster
And my wrath is growing stronger!
Leave me alone!
Before I hurt you.
ClassicLet's throw away the princes,Classic1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the knights in shining armor.
No servant boys and princesses.
No magic, no villains.
Because our story isn't like
a fairytale. There were no
battles. There were no wars.
We both know that neither of
us has read Romeo and Juliet,
and I doubt we resemble Elizabeth
There were no family feuds,
and no love triangles to
throw us off balance.
Because we're anything but a classic.
The Odd Questions - PW-R-068The Odd QuestionsThe Odd Questions - PW-R-0682 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Well, I admit that tea wasn’t the best choice for a day like this, but iced tea is a suitable substitute.” Patrick took a sip of his beverage and grinned with approval. “Very suitable.” He looked to his young tablemate and noted, “Nicholas, you seem pensive. Is something wrong?”
Nicholas looked at the jovial old man before him and shook his head, brushing aside his earlier thoughts. “Sorry, nothing’s wrong. I just never thought this would happen, me running into you like this. To be honest, I didn’t really know what I’d do, or what I’d say.”
“Well, that makes two of us.” The older man set down his drink and added, “Of course, I was also concerned about how you’d react towards me. For all I knew, you’d hate and resent me and everyone else in your biological family, feel that you’d been abandoned and so forth.”
Cry.I remember the monochrome screamingCry.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
of sure fired spits and banes,
blue-red flickering out my window
while I allowed hateful hours
and was scared to show my own face.
I remember more adrenaline than fear
when I underwent a painful grip,
a knowing of experience I never imagined,
the night of ultimate humiliation
by being tossed in the extremeties of plunderers
and not just stripped of my only comfort,
but given so little dignity left over.
I remember falsehoods and deceit,
the persons I called friend
due to poor judgement and lack of know-how
and due to excitment of finally being loved
by someone who didn't have to call me pretty.
I remember the blood from dreams
which still lead on this sleeplessness
so I lay in shades of violet and lavender
and the smell of burning righteousness,
only speculative of what a sane one
with dreams of sex and gumdrops
might say if I told them
of these never ending cycles
behind these pretty little eyelashes.
mumbled piano musingswhen I hearmumbled piano musings3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
or infant grand
the tiny space
between the strings
it seems where
God would resound
upon a wooden
if only inspiration
could be tuned
by a guy
from the Yellow Pages
My WishHigh above the mountains drearMy Wish1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where no one, not a soul can hear
This is where I wish to be
High above the mountains, free
StoriesI’ll tell you a storyStories1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
About hospital waiting rooms
And love letters lost in the mail.
About people who leave
(There are so many who walk away)
But more importantly about the rare ones;
The very few that stay.
It’ll be about the sound of warm rain
When it dances down from the summer sky,
About the taste of grief and salt-stung eyes.
There would be a passage to describe the colour of joy,
And one about the stormy eyes and warm, safe skin
Of a taking and breaking boy.
I’d tell you about frigid winter snow
And seaglass settled in the sand,
Washed ashore with shells and shining in the sun.
I know there are some things I could never understand,
But I would do my best to explain
What it means to love
And what it means to hate.
I’ll tell you that getting lost is not a waste of time,
And it’s always worth it
When you see what you’re meant to find.
And I hope I can tell you one thing that I know:
In the end, it will merely be
About loving things
And learning t
A Low Brass Romance. [SwedenxReader] Ch. 1 A Low Brass Romance.A Low Brass Romance. [SwedenxReader] Ch. 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
A story based on Marching Season.
[Tuba Player!Sweden x Tuba Player!Reader]
The following story is based on real-life events, situations, and memories. It has been altered, of course, to fit the story. Your lovely Author has decided to share her views of this season with her lovely watchers. She hopes sincerely you like it as much as she enjoyed writing about life events.
"I long for that sensation. The feeling of her soft, pink lips against my own. My fingers running through her [h/c] locks. Her deep [e/c] eyes not being able to look away from me. I long for the moment when I can claim her as mine, and mine alone. I want to fill this empty void inside of me. The abyss of pure loneliness that had been swelling, corrupting more of my once-happy heart. I know she can fill it. I know