Hearth's Warmin' Eve - Ch. 1 - ''Heart Warming''Hearth's Warmin' Eve - Ch. 1 - ''Heart Warming'' in Romance More Like This
Applejack looked up from her mug of cider toward the door. Who could that be? I ain't expectin' anypony but my family—and they don't need to knock. She waited for another knock, yet none came. Maybe I'm just hearin' things, she thought. It was awfully hot in the room and after a long day of clearing snow from the roads, she had started to doze off, letting the warmth soothe her aching muscles.
She flicked her ears and continued waiting. Another moment passed, and satisfied that her mind was playing tricks on her, she rested her head on her hooves and emptied her mind once more, letting the warmth take her back to her relaxation.
There it is again. I guess somepony really is at the door. Applejack blinked the sleep out of her eyes and trudged over to the door, yawning. Who could be out here on Hearth's Warmin' Eve? She pulled the door open and her eyes fell upon Rainbow Dash. For barely a
Past Imperfect - Ch. 1 - ''The Letter - Part I''Past Imperfect - Ch. 1 - ''The Letter - Part I'' in Romance More Like This
My Rainbow Dash,
I've been trying to think of something I could do for you that you'd find special. We've been married for a few weeks now, so think of this as a late wedding gift. Well, by the time we're reading this, it'll be a very late wedding gift. I know the brides aren't supposed to give each other gifts, but after that proposal, I thought I'd give you something in return. I know I don't have to do it, but it seemed fitting.
So I'm writing you this letter. It was Twilight's idea. She said that I could write you a letter and we should open it in fifty years and read it together to see just how much we'd changed between then and now. Fifty years seems like an awful long time, doesn't it? I hope I remember where I put this when that time comes around.
Anyway, I've been thinking about what I'd write to you about and I must admit, it's a hard thing to do. I'm really not good at this whole writing thing. I guess I