SummerMy summer didn't begin in the usual way. It didn't begin with the final day of my senior year, one chapter ending while another is just starting. It didn't begin with my birthday, my first real day as a grown up according to the law. It didn't begin with college orientation, or the drive home from which when it sunk in- in the fall, I would be going it alone at Miami of Ohio.
No. For me, summer began at 4 am when I rolled out of bed and hopped onto a California-bound plane. Summer was wandering around Hollywood, stars in my eyes, gasping about how everything was so expensive from the food to the tacky tee shirts to the Beverly Hills mansions. Summer was standing in line in Anaheim, toddlers whining around me, the smell of sunscreen pungent in the air. Summer was trading snarky banter with my sister as we sat for endless periods in the back of a rental car while my parents struggled to navigate the California traffic. Summer was soft serve at a San Diego Padres game and watching firewor
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The love of a parentShe looked out among the starry sky and let out a sigh. Applejack was resting her hooves on the windowsill of her bedroom, enjoying the evening. It had been a very busy day with the reunion and all, and admittedly there had been a few bumps along the way. But through it all, she and her family had come together to make the whole thing a truly memorable experience. While things may not have turned out the way she planned, she was still grateful that the whole thing didn't end up a complete mess like she feared it would.The love of a parent2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Looking up, she saw two shooting starts trail along the night sky, much like they had done some hours ago. The sight of them made her smile, as they always did. She closed the window and moved towards her bed, ready to get some well-deserved rest. Building a barn in one day can certainly take it out of a pony. But before she reached it, she turned as she heard a knocking on her door.
"Come in." She said.
The old door creaked open, and there, standing on the other side, w
A Dazzling VictoryA Dazzling Victory6 months ago in Drama More Like This
"Feel the wave of sound, as it crashes down!
You can't turn away! We'll make you wanna stay!
We will be adored! Tell us that you want us!
We won't be ignored! It's time for our reward!
Now you need us. Come and heed us
Nothing can stop us now!"
It wasn't possible, she told herself. They were meant to win. They HAD to win! They couldn't just fail like this. SHE couldn't just fail like this. And yet, that was exactly what had happened. Twilight Sparkle, the fourth alicorn Princess of Equestria, was currently not in that world, but the world of humans, here at the request of her friends to deal with a new menace that had risen to threaten this place. Like with every other threat she had faced in her life, she'd tried to thwart it, hoping that working would her friends would save the day and make good triumph over evil.
But that is not what happened.
The battle of the bands. The plan had been clear to all of them. Use their music to bring about Twilight'
I was called BeautifulToday I was called beautiful, yet I did not smile. I suppose I did blush yet I did not smile. I looked down with shame as I was complimented on my black dress and how sexy my legs looked. I was called beautiful by someone looking at a picture of me. I was filled with makeup and wearing something I'd never wear on a daily basis. I justjust felt like I looked like a clown with my face smeared in paint and fake eyelashes.I was called Beautiful4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I vividly remember being forced to sit on the most uncomfortable chair to endure the torture that is beauty. My nature was hidden away with chemicals by my aunt. I was told I'd never looked better.
Was I so ugly before the makeup and the heels? Did I look utterly repulsive to them?
I remember eyes widening and grins appearing on people that I care about and some strangers that chose to wink at me. I was winked at for the first time and I unconsciously tugged at the hem of my dress fearing that I looked like a whore.
Wasn't that what everyone wanted? Getting worshiped by
Writer's BlockIt’s 5:25, according to the screen in front of me. The keyboard glares at me, in a mocking sort of way. It knows my mind is blank, and I myself know that I have the power to punch each and every one of the keys with my fingers…but it’s not as if I have the drive to do so.Writer's Block1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
But this was the battle I put myself in. I was the one who positioned myself in front of the computer, believing that creativity was on my side.
But it wasn’t. Any chance of a dream-fueled prodigy strumming away with every letter, every syllable, every word and sentence lining itself along a string were dashed almost as soon as I sat down.
There was no chance in the world I would end up with some beloved work adored by the masses, with my parents proudly displaying my hard-covered masterpiece on their coffee table and my fans starving for signed copies.
Yet, that’s a lofty dream. Perhaps too lofty…but it’s certainly ambitious enough to aim for.
I hum in thought, opening up a
MeatingI was running out of things to say, and still he was looking at me with his hungry eyes.Meating1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“You definitely don’t want to eat me” I repeated for the hundredth time “I’m bitter, sour, dirty, and positively tasteless.”
The wolf had a small laugh.
“My human friend” he said – and I found it extremely unpleasant to be called thus by the same individual who was about to sink his sharp, pointy white fangs in my thigh – “you all pretend the same, but I’ve never tasted a disgusting sample of your kind.”
“Well, maybe that fat little boy that I ate once. It was a horrible meal indeed.”
I looked at myself in desperation. I definitely was not fat.
“But I’m so bony” I said. “There is nothing for you to eat.”
“No worries about that, I like my meat lean.”
“But we don’t eat wolves – you shouldn’t eat us.”
“What does that have t