Brony Advice: Your Questions Answered #76, 77, 78!Brony Advice: Your Questions Answered #76, 77, 78! in Editorial More Like This
#76) What are your thoughts about the little mini issue within the fandom regarding Lil Miss Jay - the artist who works on the grimdark version of Rarity? Sure, he might draw something people don't like. But on the other end of the argument he's received death threats from both haters and bronies (I mean yeah it's the internet but some arrests were actually made). Any specific thoughts?
Answer: This one was quite difficult to answer, as I tend to avoid Tumblr, and thus had to perform some genuine research before answering. Being friends with a variety of Tumblr-fluent people, I receive information every now and then, and I have heard about the person in question, although what I've been told has been mostly negative. That said, I've never personally been involved in a situation with this user, and I can't even say that I've seen much of their work, and so I'm afraid that the next few points will be based on what I've heard from other people.
Sending genuine death t
Brony Advice: Your Questions Answered #73, 74, 75!Brony Advice: Your Questions Answered #73, 74, 75! in Editorial More Like This
#73) My best bro and I have been bronies for a while now. I would never bring up being a brony on purpose to anyone who didn't know. But now we're doing a project in Literature class, and my friend is doing his on how he became a brony. I don't think it's a good idea. In fact, I find it embarrassing. What should I do?
Answer: This is something that seems to happen reasonably often people become big fans of "Friendship is Magic", and then fancy teaching the world to sing by shedding light on it in a class. And while you could argue that older individuals liking the show is an interesting point of observation, it's not particularly academic (not in terms of literature, at least) and so a presentation on it doesn't seem appropriate in general for that type of class.
It might be because I'm in the UK, but I know for a fact that if I presented on MLP in one of my university seminars I wouldn't be taken seriously by the teacher or the students. We tend to do
Brony Advice: Your Questions Answered #94, 95, 96!Brony Advice: Your Questions Answered #94, 95, 96! in Editorial More Like This
#94) I went to a brony meet-up and I thought it was pretty good fun until we went to Toys R Us. I was sceptical about a bunch of guys (no girls went to the meet) going to the little girl's section of the shop so I kept my distance and I'm glad I did – everyone there except for me became really creepily obsessive about the toys and it was embarrassing to be seen with them in the shop. After we left (I didn't buy anything and the girl on the till seemed really freaked out by us) I kind of felt awkward being seen with them and when they sang a song from the show really loudly at Pizza Hut I wanted to go home fast. What do you make of this?
Answer: There is always the potential for this problem when meeting up with strangers based on a common interest: will you be as into it as they are? The issue becomes slightly more complex when the common interest is My Little Pony, because it's the sort of interest that a lot of people aren't comfortable discussing in great detail outsid
Brony Advice: Your Questions Answered #55, 56, 57!Brony Advice: Your Questions Answered #55, 56, 57! in Editorial More Like This
#55) I hate Pinkamena! I wish people would shut the fuck up about Pinkie Pie's 'dark side'. It's annoying and it's not even funny. What do you think about the (frankly) horrible presentation of her as a psychopath?
Answer: Yeah, I'm not a fan of it myself, but it's important to understand why people do it. Obviously, "Friendship is Magic" is targeted to little kids; that needs to be established from the very beginning here, because, naturally, when looking at bronies you have to take into consideration that they're older than the typical viewer of the show and thus more prone to taking things into darker territory. The "Party of One" episode is enough to give people the ammunition they need; from there they can take the character down all sorts of dark avenues, and, in the case of Pinkamena, they can sort of back it up with canon lore from the show as well.
Pinkie Pie does go a bit crazy in that episode, and while it was never intended that she would become
Brony Advice: Your Questions Answered #82, 83, 84!Brony Advice: Your Questions Answered #82, 83, 84! in Editorial More Like This
#82) How long do you think "Friendship is Magic" will last for? What is a good amount of seasons? Honestly, I want it to go on until at least Season 8.
Answer: Season 8 is a stretch. This is really a two-part question. The first part is about how long I realistically think that the show will last, based on speculation and circumstantial evidence. The second is about how long I personally believe the show should last, which is a different matter altogether.
To engage with the first part, we know that the show at least has in front of it another 13 episodes. After that, more might be made, or the show may maintain its success based on repeats. I can't predict when the show will end exactly, but it's pretty much a given that when Hasbro update the toy-line again, the show will be replaced. It's impossible to talk about "Friendship is Magic" without discussing it directly in parallel to the toys, as they both run off of each other and help to sustain one another. There
Brony Advice: Your Questions Answered #107/08/09!Brony Advice: Your Questions Answered #107/08/09! in Editorial More Like This
#107) So this isn't very easy for me to just come out and say to some guy I've never really talked to, but based on some of the answers I've read from you, you seem to know your stuff. You see, I have this really big problem right now. I seem to have a strange attraction--no, addiction, to Rainbow Dash. It's not a sexual attraction, it's a love attraction. The funny thing is I don't even like her personality. Well, at least in the show. The fan-fic versions of her are probably what tipped me towards her. But anyways, what I need is for some way, any way to get her out of my mind or something. I don't want to hate her, I just want to not be attracted to her. If you could help me in any way, I would be ever so grateful. Thanks much!
Answer: It's interesting that you make the point that your attraction isn't sexual, but is, instead, more platonic in nature. Having strong feelings for a TV character isn't as unusual as it sounds; a lot of people have crushes on charact
Brony Advice: Your Questions Answered #70, 71, 72!Brony Advice: Your Questions Answered #70, 71, 72! in Editorial More Like This
#70) My friends have recently been dropping the show ["Friendship is Magic] and I feel kind of left out. Also, my boyfriend is a non-Brony and completely detests the show. I fear telling him that I like the show purely because he is unpredictable. I want to stay with him but I fear losing him.
Answer: First of all, let's approach the issue with your boyfriend. If he doesn't like the show that's fair enough, but he has no right to govern the kind of entertainment that you watch, and neither should you fear telling him such a trivial thing. Strong relationships are built on acceptance and mutual respect; he doesn't have to like the show, but he shouldn't be in any position to make you feel bad for being into it. You can have different interests to the person you're in a relationship with (in some cases those different interests can strengthen a relationship and broaden your own interests) and you should feel comfortable enough with this person to share the fact that you lik
Brony Advice: Your Questions Answered #22, 23, 24!Brony Advice: Your Questions Answered #22, 23, 24! in Editorial More Like This
#22) I'm having trouble sleeping. Do you have any advice for me?
Answer: I recommend giving quila111's OC Dream Cloud a call. Why? Because she's a puffy-haired sleep therapist, that's why! Also, y'know, because she has a really cute design and a nice, bright colour scheme. You can see how well-respected she is by the amount of fan-art there is of her, either via gift, commission or trade. I hear that she's a really kind and professional pony, as long as you catch her when she isn't sleeping on a cloud; if you catch her at a bad time then you'll have to wait a while, as I hear that she's a very deep sleeper.
But really, the OC is only half the package, because it's the creator of the pony, quila111 - Amanda - who has the expertise that you need. I've rarely met a friendlier person than her! She's one of those people who always seems to have a happy face on, and always tries to see the good in others. She's an optimistic influence and a positive presence, and I am sure that
Road [Loki x Reader (pt29)]It was strange, it was restless, the sleep you fell into. You could feel your heart pounding through every inch of you, like a drum. Your ears picked up blips of reality, spinning them into nightmarish visions. Thor, it was Thor, calling your name. He was stuck, he was dying, he was burning. Struggling. Fighting.Road [Loki x Reader (pt29)] in Short Stories More Like This
You felt cold. Why were you cold if there was fire? Why was Thor telling you to wake up?
Your conscious awoke. This was a dream. You were frozen. Every image faded into black, all you could see were fuzzy light spots under your eyelids. You tried to make yourself move. What could you do?
You fought the dormancy of your subconscious, trying to maintain a steady train of thought. What had you been thinking about? Dammit! Thor was screaming at you from a mountain top. What had you been thinking about? It was snowing. It was cold. The snow stung so badly it was almost unreal. No, not unreal, real! Yes, that was it, wake up!
The dream snapped. You couldn't open your eyes but you he
Ring [Loki x Reader (pt33)]When your eyes fluttered open, you immediately smiled, chest filled with golden joy. It only took you a second to remember the reason; Loki's arms wrapped snugly around you, his cheek pressed against your back.Ring [Loki x Reader (pt33)] in Short Stories More Like This
And that gave you even more of a thrill because you remembered how close to naked you were. It made your stomach twist, and made you giggle stupidly and smile even bigger. You snuggled against him and snuggled your face into the pillow you shared, trying to keep your breathing at a steady rate.
"You're awake?" he asked, giving your back a light kiss. Shivers ran through your whole body and you smiled so hard your cheeks hurt.
"Yeah...good morning, Loki." That felt so good to say! You turned around in his arms, wrapping your own around his bare torso and nuzzled your forehead under his chin, kissing him just under the collar bone. He let out an audible exhale.
"Oh my, that was unexpected..." He kissed you on top of the head, tightening his arms around you. His cool fingers slid o
Intruder [Loki x Reader (pt36)]"So," you said, toying with the rubbery edge of the calla-lily as you hopped off the bottom rung of the ladder. "You're avoiding an answer."Intruder [Loki x Reader (pt36)] in Short Stories More Like This
"What? Oh." He rubbed the back of his neck, looking at you and then the entrance to the tunnel. "Yes. That. Um...I was going to tell you but you were a bit distracted..."
"Hang on, I'll tell you." He took your wrist and led you into the tunnel, you trying ever so diligently to be patient. It was a bit difficult to crouch through the small tunnel with all of these calla-lilies in your hand, but you shoved aside the irritation and started to nag.
"Some time today, Loki." The tunnel opened up and he turned and glared.
"Patience, woman! I was going to tell you right now."
There was a stretch of silence with him standing awkwardly, not meeting your eyes.
"He's not dead," he said with a strained voice through clenched teeth, toying with his black hair nervously.
You blinked. "Wait, what? You mean you didn't...kill him?"
Goodbye [Loki x Reader (pt43)]The world was numbed and silent as you all converged under the panel. Thor came running up from where his post had been, by the wolf's cage and hidden from you. It wasn't right to see him so mournful; as a person, he was far too full of sunshine, and it was wrong to see him crying into Steve's shoulder.Goodbye [Loki x Reader (pt43)] in Short Stories More Like This
It had been a cruel death, you decided, watching the world in slow motion as Loki cradled her limp corpse in his arms.
She had just had the hope torn out of her and then she...died. Just like that. You knelt down with Loki and very gingerly touched her pale, freckled face, chest twisting the most at how heartbroken she looked.
"Oh, Lynda," came Loki's broken, weak voice. He bowed his head to her neck, breaths sharp and desperate. You looked Lynda all over, memories of your time with her pouring into your brain. You had shared so little time together but suddenly it was all very precious to you, and it hurt.
You couldn't look at her, so you looked beyond, biting your lip. Iron Man was st
The Missing Maker [Jareth x Reader (ch1)]The Missing Maker [Jareth x Reader (ch1)] in Short Stories More Like This
“Oh, before I go,” said Mr. Jenson as he donned his coat, reaching a hand into his pocket. “I thought this might interest you.”
His voice had dropped to a conspiratorial tone as he handed you a tarnished, silver half hunter fobwatch. With an excited gasp and delicate fingers you accepted it from him, looking hopefully at his excited brown eyes. You turned your attention back down to the watch, engraved with an elaborate Celtic design. Though the hands were visible, it was difficult to discern the time for the visible inner workings of the watch distracted your eyes. Upon clicking the device open, you were delighted to see the intricate cogs and wheels through a protective layer of quartz. Then, something strange about the Roman numerals caught your eye. The hour and minute hand were both frozen at XIII. “It has thirteen hours!”
“I know, isn’t it strange?” he said, looking over his shoulder at the door through which the missus was wa
Lynda [Loki x Reader (pt11)]He had been gone for an hour, long enough for you to get lost, find an old book written in foreign, and get found by a very bitter French woman.Lynda [Loki x Reader (pt11)] in Short Stories More Like This
You stuck with her, begrudgingly, because this place was really alone and creepy. And way too glittery. You asked her for a pencil and started to doodle on the yellowed endpapers of the book, lying out on the floor, and right now she was "accidentally" tripping over it, kicking it closed.
"Hey!" you snapped indignantly, glaring up at her and clutching your pencil until you could feel it cracking in your grip. "I've about had enough of this, Lynda. You should be nicer to me."
A smile broke on her face, tinkling laughter pouring thick through her red lips as she stepped over to you and looked down on you. "Look at you. Lying on ze ground, ruining a book, comme un bébé."
"I'm not a baby!" you whined, releasing your grip on your pencil and scrambling to your feet. She was still taller than you.
"Of course you are! Look at you, you
Hero [Loki x Reader (pt20)]Your cheeks were still burning after dinner, because you couldn't stop thinking about that little slip-up and how you should have kept your mouth shut. You were on your way back to "your" room when Steve rested a hand on your shoulder.Hero [Loki x Reader (pt20)] in Short Stories More Like This
"Hey," he said, and you turned around. "Mind if I talk with you for a moment?"
Oh geez, how many "talks" were they going to try to wring out of you? But you nodded and motioned for him to come along with you, and you sat criss-cross-applesauce on the bed and he pulled up a chair.
The way he straightened up and folded his arms over his chest made you feel uneasy. His out-of-date wardrobe only added to his paternal demeanor.
"I...I wanted to talk to you a little, about what was said at dinner."
About what, about Loki? That thing you said? About him and Tony joking about what they do in the bedroom? Oh good land, he wasn't going to give you The Talk, was he?
"I do understand it's your body. But I also...want you to understand that you're still pretty young.
Pain [Loki x Reader (pt22)]And you came right back out, guns blazing.Pain [Loki x Reader (pt22)] in Short Stories More Like This
Not really. It was more like a discus, like the Captain's, only it wasn't flashy and colorful, and it had buttons.
Pretty buttons. And they did things.
For example, the one you pressed as you left Tony's lab had unsheathed three rows of barbs around the outer edge, leaving a few bleeding cuts in your palm. But you didn't care, you needed to get out there. As if Tony was gonna put you in time-out when they could use all the help they could get.
And they could use that help right about now, because at this point they were horribly outnumbered. Law enforcement were scrambling around trying to get civilians out of the streets and Captain America, bless him, was helping and simultaneously blocking the needled tails of (what you now realized were) the giant squirrels swarming the city. Squirrels. Just why?
You pushed aside the urge to find any sort of method to the mome raths' madness and looked for something to do. Iron Ma
Bound [Loki x Reader (pt24)]Rubbing the soreness in the back of your neck from the night with Thor, you pointed the key toward the lock, heart ramming your ribcage with each centimeter closer you brought it--and Thor's fingers enclosed around your wrist. You looked up.Bound [Loki x Reader (pt24)] in Short Stories More Like This
"There's..." Thor said, soft, uneasy. "There's something I should tell you first..."
Your heart caught a brief spell of vertigo. "What? What is it? What's wrong?"
Thor held up his hands, shaking his head. "It is not anything gravely important...it is only...he won't be able to talk to you."
"What do you mean?" Wasn't that the point of coming down here?
"He's...wearing a muzzle."
You were more confused than anything else. "A muzzle? But why...?"
"The tongue is his sword," Thor explained--though the fact was fairly evident. "Well...now it won't be such a shock when you see him." He nodded you on, and you unlocked the door, the key shaking in your hand.
You took a deep breath and held it, leaving Thor's side for the dark chamber. "Loki?"
Not the eager
Teacher!America x Student!Reader - HeroFebruary 14th brought as much pink-and-red heart balloons and hallway make-outs as you had expected, and first period hadn’t even started yet. The hallways were decorated for the Valentine’s Day dance, and you just stood outside Mr. Jones’s door, books clutched to your chest, blushing at the thought of who your Valentine was this year.Teacher!America x Student!Reader - Hero in Romance More Like This
The two of you had had a cute, secretive relationship for a few weeks now, and gone on very discreet dates. You wondered if he had anything planned for today, but considering it was a school night, that was probably a no. Just in case, however, something happened during school, you had dressed nice; and by nice, I mean a nice, red, half-to-the-knees skirt and white half-calf boots. A white, fluffy long-sleeved sweater with a scooping neckline showed off only the straps of your red tank top.
You were still very anxious to see him, and waited impatiently outside of your US History class with your fellow classmates.
Allegrezza - Part One+Octavia fidgeted backstage, ensuring her mane was in perfect form, her cello tuned, and that her bow wasn't frayed or missing any strings. Her equipment was perfect, and as she strode out onto the stage, cello in one hoof, bow in the other, she felt pleased that her performance would match her instrument's perfection as well.Allegrezza - Part One+ in Short Stories More Like This
Carefully, she set down the cello, resting it by the long spike that protruded from its bottom. She stood on her hind legs, a delicate and graceful synergy as she and her cello used each other for balance. Finally, she raised the bow to the strings, and began to play. The sweet melody of Beethoofen's Sixth filled the hall. It was a grand theatre that she often packed to the rafters, tonight being no exception. Octavia was extraordinarily professional, there were no tears of emotion as she played, not like other ponies she had met, a certain mint-green lyrist sprang to mind on that train of thought. No, she simply played the notes with her trademark poise and preci
A New Sound - C1Mornings were not Vinyl’s domain, that was a well known fact to everyone in her life. It could be argued that her job had made her this way, late nights and the bright lights of nightclubs had made her numb to the subtle, creeping advance of Celestia’s sun as it clambered over the distant rooftops to slip between her curtains.A New Sound - C1 in Short Stories More Like This
However, despite her job being mostly to blame, there was one other, small reason that caused Vinyl to bury her head further in the pillow than usual this morning.
A court proceeding, as Octavia promptly reminded. her. She poked Vinyl in precisely the place she knew would cause her to jerk out of the bed, leaving her spread eagled in a toga formed from the bedsheets. Octavia trotted up to the edge of the less than graceful heap of white sheets and white pony, already awake and ready for the day.
“Vinyl, you need to get up, you‘re expected there two hours from now.”
Vinyl sighed, causing the sheets to flutter with her breath, before s
Allegrezza - FinaleAllegrezza: ConclusivoAllegrezza - Finale in Short Stories More Like This
Mounting entries on her to-do list coupled with a draining amount of time in which to attend to them had made Octavia somewhat irritable. The night of the Gala was upon them, and she was expected to be in attendance with her ensemble in no less than an hour. As such, it was very much to her chagrin that she discovered Vinyl asleep on the bed, where she should have already begun changing into her outfit.
A burst of sharp jabs to the stomach remedied the situation, and Vinyl's bleary eyes were met with the sight of a rather indignant Octavia bearing down on her.
"Vinyl, are you asleep?!"
A brief respite was given from the intent glare, as Vinyl's hooves shakily rubbed her eyes.
"Yeah...I was, what's up?"
Octavia practically cuffed Vinyl to her hooves, her benevolence somewhat lessened by copious amounts of stress, and an impatient cart driver waiting outside to bear them away to the palace.
"You're what's meant to be up! Come on! Ge
A Dawn Over Midnight - C1The ferns provided perfect cover, Lucent had decided. Both he and Sister Borealis had found a comfortable yet covert position at the base of a tall, ageing oak tree. The undergrowth embraced the tree like a dying relative, all congregated around its deathbed to await the giant’s fall. Borealis caressed the trunk, finding that its bark crumbed beneath her hoof.A Dawn Over Midnight - C1 in Short Stories More Like This
“Our quarry’s presence has had a terrible effect on these woods. There’s no doubt it’s close, those farmers at least had their wits about them.”
Lucent nodded, though Borealis could only see his sharp, emerald eyes beneath the lunar cloak he wore. She wore the same; a soft, velveteen fabric that deadened noise and allowed a pony to blend into the shadow like a spirit of the night. A gift from their order, amongst many others.
Lucent and Borealis were alike in many ways. Their coats both glinted a soft silver, though they were currently suppressed by their cloaks to hide their presence. Beneath
Allegrezza - Part Twenty-Eight"So, what do you wanna do tonight, then?"Allegrezza - Part Twenty-Eight in Short Stories More Like This
Vinyl's grin spread across her cheeks, arching an eyebrow for good measure. Octavia gaped at her for a second, before experiencing a moment of blushing realisation. Her voice turned to a hushed whisper, tinted with laughter.
"Vinyl, you really can be so forward sometimes."
"What, I didn't suggest anything. Not thinking dirt thoughts about us again, Octavia?"
"Oh, but you...You really are the most irritating tease, are you aware of that?"
"I aim to please, m'lady."
"Well, I was feeling something more towards a nice, relaxing drink than anything else."
Vinyl gently raised her shades from over her eyes with the tip of a hoof, narrowing her eyes in an intently scrutinising expression.
"Alright. But I'm not drinking that weird stuff you do. It's Bacoltis all the way for me."
Octavia rolled her eyes, offering a hoof to help Vinyl from the floor.
"I suppose my attempts to integrate some self-respect and class into you have failed?"
"Completely and utt
Allegrezza - Part EighteenVinyl had, true to her word, spent the intervening time between Octavia's departure and subsequent arrival eating roughly half her body mass in chocolate fondue treats. It had essentially culminated in a conveyor-belt like motion with the waiter simply depositing a pile of marshmallows, fruit and sweets next to the fountain, and leaving her to it. She was in the very careful process of levitating a stick made of three skewers held together by marshmallows coating every millimetre of it's length into the cascading confectionery goodness. Who would have fruit with chocolate anyway?Allegrezza - Part Eighteen in Short Stories More Like This
It was in this precise zone of concentration that rarely came to Vinyl, that Octavia found her. Or, more accurately, Octavia sidelined in her a full-body-tackle-come-crushing-hug. After recovering the air from her lungs with a few gasping breaths, Vinyl looked up to see the overbearing grin on Octavia's face.
"You..got the...place then?"
Octavia nodded her head in a rapid manner that seemed capable of s
Allegrezza - Part SeventeenTo say that Vinyl found the hanging silence left in the wake of Bonbon's words awkward was an understatement. She was more than glad when Bonbon diverted her attention back towards Lyra's performance, leaving Vinyl to her red-cheeked, confused self.Allegrezza - Part Seventeen in Short Stories More Like This
She supposed it would be best to keep a pretense of enjoying the show, even if only to stop Bonbon asking more questions of her. The little, green unicorn stood on her hindlegs, holding the lyre in her forelegs. Strange that a unicorn would want to play by hoof, not by horn. Her piqued curiosity held her attention right up until Octavia poked her in the shoulder.
"Hey! What...why are you here? You're meant to be in the backstage bit."
Octavia idly twiddled her hooves, staring at the floor. "Well, I was just wondering if you wanted to come back there and wait with me." Vinyl's eyebrows disappeared into her mane. "They...they refilled the buffet...if you'd like some more?"
"Sure, I'll just come with you now, then."
Vinyl rose from her seat, a
Allegrezza - Part TwelveOctavia slumped down beside the sink cupboard, neatly trying to hide her body from view while also trying to dredge some memories from the murky depths of her mind. Sadly one of the many benefits toted by the Pan-Equestrian Gargle Blaster is that it will buck you up in every way possible, the bottle itself containing disclaimers against causing anything from liver damage to type-2 diabetes.Allegrezza - Part Twelve in Short Stories More Like This
Vinyl watched from the living room, as the silence from the kitchen signalled the fact that Octavia was in fact not making tea, and may or may not be having a mental breakdown and stuffing her head in the oven. While Vinyl was partially worried, she didn't want to intrude in on her, mainly because her hopes might have been shattered, and she would've just found Octavia moping around next to the mop pail. Instead she tried to reach out her benevolent ideals using her voice.
"Hey, Octy. How's the uhh...tea coming along?"
There was a sharp clattering, a fervent clopping of hooves on tiled flooring, the
Allegrezza - Part ElevenAs was previously mentioned, Octavia was no stranger to awakening in the realm of the hangover. What she had yet to grow used to, was the various fiefdoms of a hangover, and the condition she'd be left in upon visiting one.Allegrezza - Part Eleven in Short Stories More Like This
It must be said that she had never awoken upside-down on her own couch before. Octavia was genuinely unaware whether the pounding in her head was the alcohol permeating her blood, or the blood itself collecting in her head. Her head itself lolled over the edge of the couch in as graceless a way as could be imagined.
She shifted her body, trying to at least get the ceiling to go back to where it belonged, and return is space to the floor. This turned out to be more difficult than she had imagined, as her drunken self had apparently managed to delicately balance herself in this precarious position. A balance that was lightly stolen away as she moved, and fell head first onto the carpet, the rest of her body joining its leader in a crumpled mass above it.
At least the
Allegrezza - Part Three+One merit Octavia had to give to Buck Daniels, was that it slowly washed away any capability she had for tasting, until she no longer grimaced with each sip. In fact, she even gained the courage to move up to, 'slugging,' the drink, not that she'd ever be caught dead using that phrase. It was after several on-the-house glasses, from an unknown benefactor, that she found herself lacking the co-ordination to even pick up the glasses anymore. Her teeth simply failing to gain purchase on the sides. Upon blearily inspecting the two glass-mirages in front of her, she noted that instead of the stout glasses she had been given all night, she was instead looking at a slender, flute-like glass. A unicorn glass, for the only non-unicorn musician in the business. Terrific.Allegrezza - Part Three+ in Short Stories More Like This
She was so engrossed in attempting to defy both nature and pony design by trying to lift the glass with her tongue, that she hadn't noticed the absence of the thudding bass that had troubled her eardrums moments ago. She
Shall I Bring You Despair?And so it has come to this.Shall I Bring You Despair? in Free Verse More Like This
The great hero stands poised,
Sword pointed at the demon king.
It is the stuff of legends is it not?
Yet, my objective is already complete.
For I am not a simple nightmare drawn from your feeble fairy tales.
Think about it, if indeed you can:
Today you'll kill me,
And raise my head before a baying crowd.
You'll show your acquisition proudly
And the people will welcome you.
In the first weeks,
There will be feasts and festivals.
Dancing and debauchery.
All to celebrate the hero's victory.
Then you'll become a king,
And eventually an emperor.
You will rule all the lands with fairness and equality.
A god amongst kings!
Yet something disturbs you...
Day by day you see the politics of the nobility.
You see them vying fo
We Poets Are Frustrated...We Poets Are Frustrated...We Poets Are Frustrated... in Free Verse More Like This
I am sure that you have all experienced this feeling:
A masterpiece eclipsed by the baying of a brat!
A raucous rhyme, so emotionally raw;
Shadowed by a child's melancholia...
Alone in the darkness, you lick your lips and growl.
Your anger, so evidently understandable; yet you forget your own abilities!
In despair, my dearest sibling, you have forgotten — yourself
Why fear an obstacle so easily overcome?
Why shred your works with such heavy tears?
Have you forgotten that we are the original craftsman?
Our tongues birthed as our chisels and axe!
We need only take these simple themes
And corrupt them with all our twisted fears...
This hatred inside of you, this bubble of frustration and anxiety —
Let it swell like a pus-filled abscess of anger!
And with your words unleash this vicarious plague!
Take the unblemished works that have scorned you,
And inject them with the very darkness of your soul!
Let bleeding lips,
The Artist SyndromeThis work is simply brilliant!The Artist Syndrome in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Says the artist in me.
I'll have it framed twice!
So precious it be...
Says the artist in me,
But what if people hate it?
So precious it be!
I cannot let them take it!
And what if people hate it,
And what if they hate me?
I cannot let them take it
I'll lock it away you see!
And what if they hate me?
A simple lock will not suffice!
I'll lock it away you see.
In a land of frozen ice...
"And that, my dear Mrs. Sutherland, is why I shipped my art homework to Antarctica!"
Overcome your Writer's BlockOvercome your Writer's Block:Overcome your Writer's Block in Free Verse More Like This
If you want to deal with writer's block
the plan is simple, tickty-tock
Give in to madness, go insane
search for words in the midst of rain
When you hit the wall on its painted face
with your fingers and knees you'll find a trace
The secret passage that will lead you through
or perhaps you might be eaten by a grue...
Back to the rhymes that I use to explain
If you try to go forward it will be in vain
So try a new direction, upward or down
Left or right maybe Charlie Brown?
There are no limits except in your mind
Now do a google search and what do you find?
A pond of ideas now stagnant and brown
I threw in Jay Sean and he went down down down
But I digress and let me wind back
If you focus on the dot then the screen will turn black
and a screamer pops out, you've had a really good fright
are my metaphors putting up a really good fight?
Let me put it simply, in english plain:
A good writer isn't one who forces his brain
Order and stru
The Flower of EvilThe Flower of Evil:The Flower of Evil in Free Verse More Like This
Evil is but a blooming flower,
It is born from a humble seed
And grows to corrupt a forest.
To watch its infection spread;
To be a part of its existence...
I can think of no better prospect,
Indeed one might baulk at the idea,
Of seeing millions suffer.
To watch worlds scream and writhe;
To see them suffer and die, with living eyes...
Yet there is a mysterious beauty in such devastation,
Fear that shakes me to my very core;
Is transfigured into a twisted pleasure:
As I am frightened, so too am I aroused.
I am addicted to the ephemeral sensation;
To the borderline between rapture and rupture.
To see my own blood soaking from splitting wounds;
Leaves me maddened amongst these blooming flowers
-Chen Yuan Wen, 1st May 2013
I Like To Play With SkinI Like To Play With Skin:I Like To Play With Skin in Free Verse More Like This
My dear friends and watch,
As the feeling of life itself
Crumbles beneath each ounce of pain.
Needles slowly piercing into the body,
Paralyzing nerves and expressions.
A mask of pure horror; living terror,
Kept alive on the barest limit of the border.
Such tempting features,
Leave me eager to slip a knife beneath flesh.
Ripping soft layers of epidermal mache,
Tanned and dried, woven slowly into a loving mask.
And with my latest acquisition complete,
Only twenty spaces remain...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 28th April 2013
A Midnight WearyA Midnight WearyA Midnight Weary in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Amongst twinkling stars,
Much like a cricket's chorus;
Types his essay:
"Failure is red,
My parent's say;
An Asian get 'B'
Is shameful display!"
The Real WritersThe Real Writers:The Real Writers in Free Verse More Like This
There are those who sit with their laptops and tablets,
Clothed in a scarf and an artistic hat of some sort.
They ponder; leaving a stack of books beside them,
Sipping their decaf as though they are literature personified.
What works do they prepare, other than blatant copies,
Perhaps a half-baked romance designed to woo a lady.
So convinced are they, of their own aptitude;
They are blinded by the beams of their burgeoning ego.
For the writer is not the man who is tapping away at keys,
He is not the man fervently reading with lensless glasses.
He is not the hipster debating ancient literature.
For he is a monster, wearing human skin.
He is the deranged madman, eccentric, uncanny.
He is the one who sits catatonic;
An entire world of fantasy playing in his mind.
He has gone through millions of scenes,
Thousands of scenarios, hundreds of plots
And dozens of characters.
He is not the man you expect him to be,
For a true writer is utterly WEIRD.
BedriddenBedridden:Bedridden in Free Verse More Like This
Here I lie, motionless,
A prisoner within my own body.
Yet there lies a subtle clarity;
A moment of understanding, achieved by infirmity.
And though my body is racked with pain,
My conscious mind delves ever deeper into the pool of the soul.
My mind is flooded with a racket of noise.
I am cast into the swirling rip-tide of forbidden knowledge,
Clinging to the flotsam of sanity as a Leviathan roars below.
It swallows me into an acidic whirlpool.
Drowning me deep beneath the bubbling surface of the past.
And there, in the murky depths where my very self begins to rot,
A grinning maw of tongues and fangs, bids me a cold "hello!".
-Chen Yuan Wen, 26th June 2013
bassThat low, mellow rumble is something that you can feel throughout your entire body when you really listen to it. It can almost be compared to the way you can feel the warmth of hot cocoa going down your throat after you take a large sip of it; the rich, syrupy vibrations that manifest themselves into luxurious sound-waves are like a dessert. It's not high and sugary, it doesn't strain your ears. The sound isn't tiring to hear, and yet it can still lull a person to sleep so easily. Full, filling, soothing, deep, easy... simple. Listening closely to the lowest of tones, each individual quiver of the large instrument's strings can be picked out. The bass truly is the base of all music.bass in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
For what painting is completely beautiful without a background, no matter how subtle it may seem?
just to keep smiling without.Tell me, what's the pointjust to keep smiling without. in Free Verse More Like This
In smiling when nobody's there
Tell me, why should I laugh
If there's nothing to laugh about?
Hey, you'll make somebody
Happy seeing you smile
Hey, you're helping me by
Laughing with your heart
I know, you wonder sometimes
Why humans are here
I know, it can upset you
To think that there's no point
We are here, 'cause
There's no point at all.
The reason "no point"
It's there for us to find...
That come to mind when you know
That someone's hurt.
So often held back
Will always help you through,
Tell me, what's the point
In smiling when nobody's there
I say, to that first statement
That you are really dumb.
And then, after I say that
I'll tell you what I believe the answer is
And that answer for me
"When somebody smiles
You know that something's good.
When you know that there's a good thing
You ponder what it is.
When you f
Another paperWords pass thoughAnother paper in Free Verse More Like This
The paper of soul
"You've done it wrong."
"It's written in pen."
Feels rather empty
The fish are there
But only wooden.
Eyes of fire
See the paper
They erase pen
But this is marker.
"Where are your bruises?"
"I have none to show."
"That, on your face."
How do you know?
I wonder and wander
This paper is vast
Words fill the page
But there is nothing seen.
To guide the pencil's holder.
Students of the ever?
Are you there?
Where is goodbye
When is the place
What do I see?
untitled 2Pieces of atmosphereuntitled 2 in Free Verse More Like This
Floating down between the cracks,
Into the soles of my shoes--
They don't do very much but sit there
Squished by my feet
But I think someday, maybe
I'll untie the laces
And my dreams will pop out again
Ready to be real
But for the moment
They're held in place;
A weeping familiarity
Does no harm.
What's in beautyEndless transparencyWhat's in beauty in Free Verse More Like This
with fractured telegrams
telling what's in a lie.
Blooming rotten at their cores
It's the end of our demise-
It's the end of paradise-
It's the last thing we can do-
The brows of so many droop
What language is that? What, that
the pencil's lead cannot write?
It's not just dead.
hello, helloHello, nostalgia.hello, hello in Free Verse More Like This
I've missed what I could never see,
and what I'll never touch again.
Dull eyes that have long since glazed over
cannot stare any longer,
can all but view the brightness.
The deep bass which is piercing my feeling
will not rise from the deep;
you're a dream.
What's seen belowAiry voiceWhat's seen below in Free Verse More Like This
To tunes unknown
Into the sky.
Floating in stars
You sit above
High in your mind
I wonder where.
What's seen below
Is not before
Fall drunken red.
Again to one
Whose name is
What is seen
Not to be covered
By clouds above
And sun below.
I say again
To the one who
I want to see
"Love is here."
Words on the foreheadExcuse me, sorry.Words on the forehead in Free Verse More Like This
"There's nothing here,"
Do you have a voice?
You are never god.
Off go the nightlights...
Why, why now?
This wasn't to happen,
but it does anyway.
You have words on your forehead,
they say little to others,
"Sad, lonely, sorry, broken."
That's what they tell me
through your hiding words
of an apologizing voice.
You know I feel stupid
Mind says blame
Heart says no, it's just me.
"Sorry, sorry, I'm a little late today."
Streaked face is hiding nothing
My forehead says too
"Worry, sorry, broken for breaking."
That's enough from stupid me.
I reject reality as the lead breaks again.
Nothing works out, but hey,
"Remember my voice, even if I scream.
Not for you, for things broken for breaking."
"I don't throw things away."
To wait for tomorrow's events.Tomorrow's gonna be another day.To wait for tomorrow's events. in Free Verse More Like This
I'll sleep till noon, and awaken refreshed
Worries of the day before gone and dead.
Put my pencil away in my purse, but
I can still take it out later to remember
Those quiet moments
That must be put into written word.
I see the cat sit by the window
Staring through to my mind from its perch.
Seeing all that we think must be hard,
Consider the thoughts of his own.
Rotten flowers bloom as the past me falls away
Never come back, go away, bad guy.
The beauty of 'new' comes and goes
From red to gold,
From gold to grey.
The steaming coffee, holding tight to its frail warmth
What are you looking at? Cheeks turn red, warm face.
Wondering why so
I walk with my skipping joy in step
To keep going
To wait for tomorrow's events.
What is...Looking back, into that mirrorWhat is... in Free Verse More Like This
I see nobody I wanted to see
Seeing you, dressed up so nice
It makes me just want
To say hello.
"See you soon," To everyone
"Hey, come back here, you stupid dream."
You said "Why," but no answer
I packed up my things but did not leave.
"What is wrong with me"
"Did you even hear"
There is more to this, I am sure
I wonder, sometimes. Is it even right?
"Maybe I should leave it alone."
Hey, don't think that way
What is wrong with me
I stare though a window at my face.
What am I doing that is not working
By now I should be sound asleep
Pondering on, on this
There is just no point.
"Goodbye to the selfish moon."
Tears Of A Fallen Star Ch1Chapter 1Tears Of A Fallen Star Ch1 in Profiles More Like This
The Unknown Colt
Wind… that was the first sound he heard, the young colt opened his eyes but he was too weak to move. With his eyes open, he could see many stars above him, that’s when he realized he was lying on his back. Out the corner of his eye, he could see a blue mane, he was very weak so he struggled to move his head to see who that mane belonged to, it was a tall beautiful mare.
The mare noticed that he had woken up so she smiled at him and asked “Are you ok little colt?”
The young colt could only nod his head yes, he was still too weak to talk. The mare smiled and spoke again, “Congratulations my little pony, you just earned your cutie mark. You now know your special talent.”
The young colt looked at the mark that had recently appeared on his flank, it w
The Diffrence Ch1Chapter 1The Diffrence Ch1 in Drama More Like This
A Mysterious Beginning
The crackling sound of burning wood and the hiss of electric popping was all he could hear around him. The young foal opened his eyes, he could see many stars but the smoke from the burning embers were covering a few of them. The colt tried to sit up but it was no use, his body felt completely drained. He turned his head to look around, he was lying on his back in a crater of scorched plants, and every other second he could see some kind of electric arc come off the ground and make contact with a scorched stump or even a part of his body. In the shadow on the outside of the crater, he could see glowing eyes of some kind of creature, hidden in the shadows. The colt was afraid but he was too weak to get up and run. As the creature got closer, it put its paw on the edge of the crater. Almost immediately, an arc of electricity jumped out of the
The Cutters Part 1The Traitor of the Crystal EmpireThe Cutters Part 1 in Profiles More Like This
The soldier stood at attention in the middle of the royal hall, with his king watching from his thorn, as his general paced around him, “Soldier! I called you here because of all the kings soldiers, you seemed to be the most loyal, trustworthy, and strong… however, that won’t stop me from asking you a series of questions to prove your loyalty… What is your name?”
The soldier replied, “My name is Major Traipse, Sir!”
the general looked at the king who watched with no expression, then the general looked back at the soldier and asked, “Is that your real name?”
“What is your real name?”
Traipse replied without hesitation, “I don’t know sir!”
Ch 21 The Fallen StarChapter 21Ch 21 The Fallen Star in Drama More Like This
The Fallen Star
“The Summer Sun Celebration, we used to just call it the summer solstice but it seems that Princess Celestia had decided to turn it into some kind of celebration… I wonder if it’s an ego thing. Either way this is the day that the stars should unite with the moon… I wonder what will happen.”
Star Bolt watched the ponies of Equestria as they were getting everything ready for the celebration in a town called Ponyville. He had seen the stars as they journeyed across galaxies, only so they could meet here tomorrow night. He didn’t know what would happen, would they destroy the moon, the planet or would it do something else. All he did know, was that it was going to happen, and it was going to happen on the same night as The Summer Sun Celebration.
Ch10 The Fatal FunnelChapter 10Ch10 The Fatal Funnel in Profiles More Like This
The Fatal Funnel
The sky seemed cloudy today. Commander Bolt stood at the edge of a crater made by the Lightning Orb a week and a half ago. As he stood there, he could only play back this same event repeatedly in his mind. The words still echoed, “You would rather Kill Celestia’s troops, the ponies you fought beside, than to just get over some kind of… CRUSH!?!”
As the words echoed in his mind, he stared to doubt himself, “Is this really just a simple crush? Was this whole war for nothing? Or am I just too naive to see the truth?”
Commander Bolt was so focused on this thought that he didn’t hear Captain Stone approach him from behind.
“Um… Commander? The convoy is ready to move out.”
Tears of a Fallen Star Ch5Chapter 5Tears of a Fallen Star Ch5 in Profiles More Like This
Two Orphans, Celestia, and New Recruits
Commander Bolt stood at the summit of Dragon Mountain, overlooking Equestria. From here, he could see everything, from the Everfree Forest; to the Mild West all the way back to Canterlot, even the battleground near the Castle of the Royal Alicorn Sisters was visible from here. While Commander Bolt looked at the battlefield, he noticed that it looked like there was actually a battle happening now. How? Why? A battle taking place while Commander Bolt stands on a mountain watching? Commander Bolt tries to open his wings to fly, but they don’t budge. He tries as hard as he can but his wings refuse to open, it’s as if they were held to his side with magic. Commander Bolt looks over the edge of the mountain but there is no way down, the edge is nothing but a straight drop.
Ch20 By The Light Of The StarsChapter 20Ch20 By The Light Of The Stars in Drama More Like This
By The Light Of The Stars
“Hello?... Can anypony hear me!... HELLO!?!”
There was no reply. The only thing that could be heard was silence, while the only thing that could be seen was darkness. Star Bolt started wondering why he couldn’t feel his burns from the flames that surrounded him. when he tried to look at his body, he couldn’t see it. it was as if his body was destroyed and his soul was all that remained. He started to think to himself, “this punishment… its much worse than death, there is no way I could ever exist in this place and keep my sanity… suicide isn’t even an option here. Princess Celestia… she did this to me… she made a deal then lied to me. it was all her. I swear if I ever find a way out I'll spend the rest of my life plotting her death. She will suffer for thi…
Tears of a Fallen Star Ch4Chapter 4Tears of a Fallen Star Ch4 in Profiles More Like This
The Friendly Foe and the Eclipsed Nightmare
The air was humid in the underground hut, the inside was dark but Commander Bolt and his officers could still make out the markings on the map. Commander Bolt turned to the officer on his left, “Lieutenant Stone, you and your Bow ponies will line up in the central trench,. Keep your aim high I don’t want ponies falling to friendly arrows.”
Lieutenant Stone replied, “Yes Commander!”
Commander Bolt turned to another officer, in front of him, “Captain Storm you lead your pegisi through the frontal assault and drop spears on them, but move fast, and make your flight path unpredictable. Celestial archers are some of the best, and Unicorns can throw spears at the same accuracy.”
Captain Storm Replied, “Of course, Commander, we will be careful.”
Then Commander Bolt turned t
The Difference Ch4Chapter 4The Difference Ch4 in Drama More Like This
The Storm and Mist
The light from the eclipse shown through the window as Star Bolt and his wife lay in their bed. Slowly the door to their room opened and two little foals curiously poked their heads into the room. The little filly looked at her brother and spoke softly, “Uh… Sab? Are they up yet?”
The young colt looked at his sister and replied, “I don’t know sis, I'll go check.”
The young colt trotted around the side of the bed and approached Star Bolt. The young colt reached out and poked Star Bolt’s muzzle, “Daddy?… daaaaddyyyy?… daddy?… dad?… daaaad?...”
the colt continued poking Star Bolt’s muzzle as he tried to ignore his son’s excessive chanting, “daaadddyyy?... daddy… dad, dad, dad?... daddy?”
Ch6 Celestia's Stand and Forgotten FoesChapter 6Ch6 Celestia's Stand and Forgotten Foes in Profiles More Like This
Celestia's Stand and Forgotten Foes
Noon, the eclipse just reached the center of the sky and Celestia stood at the center of the battle field with her fifty troops waiting for Commander Bolt’s next move. Commander Bolt stood at the top of the hill with his officers looking down into the battle field with disappointment. He was hoping that they would have left during the night but now he had no choice but to fight. A phoenix flew from Princess Celestia and landed in front of him, “Ah Philomena It’s been a while, do you have a message from Princess Celestia?”
Philomena nodded her head and dropped a scroll on the ground before flying back to princess Celestia. Commander Bolt looked at the scroll and unrolled it. The massage read,
“Dear Comman Star Bolt
The fire has died. "Firestar!" Sandstorm yelled. It was the Battle with the Dark Forest, and Firestar has just been killed. Grief, shock, confusion, and anger swept over Sandstorm all at once, making her head dizzy.The fire has died. in Settings More Like This
But we won the battle! He shouldn't have died! He won! she thought desperately.
Sandstorm knelt before her ginger mate's body. The stentch of smoke and death clung to his fur like a burr. Sandstorm choked back a yowl and cried.
She could barely hear her Clanmates around her, but the yelled; "Bramblestar! Bramblestar! Bramblestar!"
How could they?! Their leader has just been killed! Don't they care? But Sandstorm swallowed her anger into her belly and yelled out the dark brown tabby's new name.
Sandstorm didn't hear much after words: Squirrelflight was made deputy, the apprentice's made it back to camp. Now the ThunderClan cats were ready to start rebuilding the camp, but all Sandstorm could do was grie
Dovewing and Bumblestripe part 1Dovewing and Bumblestripe part 1 in Settings More Like This
Dovewing was in the clearing, sharing the latest news of the Clan with her sister, Ivypool. Dovewing laughed good-naturaly. Her eyes flicker to Bumblestripe's muscular body coming out of the warrior's den. His pelt was gleaming in the bright sunlight. He looks over and smiles. Dovewing's gaze flickers away.
Ivypool noticed. "Why don't you just talk with him. He's nice, polite, strong. I wish I had a tom like that following me aro
Dovewing and Bumblestripe part 13 Dovewing closed her eyes, waiting for Hazeltail's sharp claws to sink into her pelt and for her teeth to close around her throat. She waited and waited, but nothing happened.Dovewing and Bumblestripe part 13 in Profiles More Like This
She hestaintly opens her eyes and looks around the sandy beach. Dovewing sees Hazeltail wrestling with another cat. Dovewing looks closer.
Bumblestripe just saved her life. Hazeltail tried to kill her, and Bumblestripe saved her.
Hazeltail thrashed around wildly, trying not to claw Bumblestripe. Bumblestripe hisses over her. "I heard your plans! How could you do that, Hazeltail? Killing your own Clanmates. Killing two apprentice's mother? This isn't you."
Hazeltail was still bristling, but she sighs. "I loved you, Bumblestripe. It broke my heart to see you and Dovewing in camp, sitting together. Then seeing your kits achieve...." She murmure
Ivypool and Toadstep part 11 Ivypool entered camp, adrenaline coursing through her body. She had to tell Toadstep that she now returned his love for her. She loved him more than she can ever say. She loved him with every ruffle of her fur and step she takes with her paws. Ivypool needed to tell Toadstep.Ivypool and Toadstep part 11 in Settings More Like This
Ivypool spotted the black-and-white tom by the fresh-kill pile, talking with Dustpelt, Spiderleg, Bumblestripe, and Brackenfur. The toms were talking about patrols. Ivypool gazed at Toadstep, admiring his sleek and shiny pelt. Admiring his strong, healthy muscles. And admiring his eyes that seemed to sparkle the stars of StarClan.
"Toadstep! I must talk to you alone!" Ivypool said, walking over. Toadstep looked at her and blushed. He still loved her. Ivypool knew it. Toadstep nodded, excused himself from the warriors, and stroded over. "Hello Ivypool." he said wistfully, his voice filled with undisguised love. She had heard that tone of voice many times be
Ivypool and Toadstep part 9 "F-Foxleap?" Ivypool stuttered. Ivypool looked at Dovewing, who reflected the same awe-struck look. The whole Clan seemed surprised that the young warrior was deputy.Ivypool and Toadstep part 9 in Settings More Like This
Dustpelt stomped forward. "Why Foxleap? He is very young. There are other cats who are older and more experianced!" he challenged.
Bramblestar, who looked tired and still greif-striken, bristles. "You dare to question me. I am your leader. I picked the cat who I thought would help ThunderClan grow stronger!" he snarles.
Dustpelt flattened his ears and sat back down. The other ThunderClan warriors looked as if they objected to Foxleap's deputyship, but were too afraid to speak up.
Ivypool looked at Foxleap. He too looked curious and confused by his new rank, but didn't speak up. The ginger tom just sat there, ears flattened.
Raising her head, Ivypool yelled; "Foxleap! Foxleap! Foxleap!" The Clan joined in, their questions fading away as they welc
Ivypool and Toadstep part 7 "Squirrelflight!" Ivypool yelled. The ginger she-cat laid in the clearing, dead. Death, blood, and fox-scent hung in the air, choking Ivypool. She couldn't tell if the fox was gone or not.Ivypool and Toadstep part 7 in Settings More Like This
She walks up to the dead deputy's body. Her ginger fur looked brown in the moonlight and blood covered her body. Ivypool winces at the sight and smell, then she grabs Squirrelflight's scruff and started to haul her to camp.
Concentrating on carrying Squirrelflight to camp, Ivypool didn't think about the fox. She couldn't be able to see it or scent it coming anyway. She justs dragged as fast as she could. I won't die. Squirrelflight must have fought off the fox before she died!
Finally, Ivypool came in through the enterance. Several cats were gathered in the clearing, waiting for Squirrelflight to give them orders. But when they saw Ivypool carry her in, they all gasped.
Ivypool and Toadstep part 6 After her dream, Ivypool crawled out of the warrior's den. She walked across camp to the enterance. She was about to leave camp when,Ivypool and Toadstep part 6 in Settings More Like This
"Where do you think your going?" a voice asked. Ivypool looked up and saw Cloudtail. He was gaurding the camp.
"Oh, just some hunting. Can't sleep." she said. Cloudtail grumbled and flicked his thick, snow-white tail. "Fine. But be back before dawn." he said harshly as Ivypool left.
With the forest so dark and quiet, Ivypool can think clearly. She thought of all the good times she had with Toadstep and Foxleap. She also remembered the looks she received when she told the truth about the Darkforest. Foxleap looked terrified. But Todstep. He looked.....amazed? Proud? Ivypool didn't know.
Ivypool stopped at the edge of a stream. Moonlight filtered into it, turning it silver like the Moonpool. Ivypool's deep blue eyes reflected the light. Her eyes were wide with atonishment.
Ivypool and Toadstep part 4 Ivypool, I love you! Toadstep's words rang in Ivypool's ears. How can he love me? I love Foxleap! she thought desperately.Ivypool and Toadstep part 4 in Settings More Like This
Instead of sitting in the middle of the forest, Ivypool stands and walks back to camp, though her mind her was on Toadstep, and how she was going to talk to him.
Ivypool scented the camp even before she saw it. Then she saw the brambles around the edges of the stone hollow. She walked through the enterance, feeling the brambles brush her pelt.
As soon as she walked into the camp, she saw Toadstep. He looks at her, then looks away. He stands and walks into the warrior's den, tail drooping. Ivypool wanted to run to him and comfort him, to tell him that they can still be friends. But she was frozen to the spot.
Foxleap was eating a sparrow when the white and silver she-cat walked in. He raises his head and purrs. "Welcome back, Ivypool! I saved you a mouse!" he said, pointed to the plum
Ivypool and Toadstep part 1 The Green-leaf breeze wrapped around Ivypool's white and silver pelt. She took in a breath, then exhaled.Ivypool and Toadstep part 1 in Settings More Like This
Peace and quiet at last. No more fear. No more darkness.
It's been moons since the battle with the Dark Forest, the Clans were at peace and closer than ever. But the scars of betrayal still wounded the Clans.
Now that this war is over, maybe I can finally have a mate and kits.
And she knew exactly who she wanted as a mate. The handsome, strong, and brave Foxleap. Ivypool sighed at the thought of his ginger coat and beautiful green eyes.
As she day-dreamed about the handsome young warrior, a bush moved behind her. Ivypool swiveled her ears around to the noise. A cat came out: Toadstep.
"Oh! Uh, hey, Ivypool! Sorry if I disturbed you!" The black-and-white tom said. His fur was spiked, as if embarrased.
"It's fine, Toadstep. I was just...thinking.
The clans: The new warriors Chapter 1The clans: The new warriors in Settings More Like This
The forest was dark and silent, nothing but trees and bushes. But Diamond knows it's much more. She loves the forest. She feels it's more of a home than her housefolk home. The smells, the sights, the tastes. But she knows it's dangerous out there by herself.
She's been itching to go out there for weeks when she learned that her housefolk were leaving for a "vacation."
Finally, the day has come when they leave. Diamond doesn't know how long they'll be gone, but she hopes they'll be gone for a while.
While she waits for them t
SP-STYLE- Normal? chp.1 South Park not normal- STYLE chp.1SP-STYLE- Normal? chp.1 in Fan Fiction More Like This
He likes a girl, but I like him. He has a girl friend, I dont. He is tall, good looking, and has great hair, while I am shorter then most guys, not as good looking and I have a fro. I, Kyle, have been best friends with a guy named Stan Marsh sense as long as I can remember. Yes, I am a dude and yes, I was just talking about my best friend like that. Why would a dude be thinking things like what I just said about another dude you ask? Well, because I am in love with my best friend and I would be considered not normal for liking the same sex. How long have I had these feelings for my best friends, Stan? About 7 years. I am currently 16 almost 17. I was staring out the window in my cl
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Do you REALLY want to know who I like? I was surprised, but I nodded. He sighed and put his hand on his fore head and looked like he was really frustrated and nervous! He put his had down from his face and looked at me like
He wished he didnt want to say anything; instead he fixed his fingers into a pointing position, and pointed, in front of my face.
I stared at the finger pointing at my face. My mind was blank. I didnt know what to do. I looked from Stans finger to his face. He looked serious. His face was also staring at mine with a not joking kinda face.
W-what? I said. Stan then smirked.
HA HA! Dude! You should see your face! You look as scared
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"geh!" Tweek squeaked again, but the sound was muffled but obviously still very noticeable in a silence like this. Both boys looked directly at the bush me and Tweek were hiding in, and obviously someone was watching them, all I could think of at the time was-
We were frozen. I had no idea what to do! Tweek was just sitting there staring at me scared, and had this look on his face that said, "JESUS!! WHAT DO WE DO!? IM SO SORRY." Knowing Tweek, that's exactly what he would say.
"Ummm " Kyle said with a voice that didn't sound like his at all, "we know your there you might as well come out." Kyle was now looking at his feet. Stan was looking out in the distance as if he didn't want to know who was watching them and Stan was scratc
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Ya, actually, I was waiting for you to come back out of the forest, but you never did, so I came back in looking for you. Touché, I was looking for him. (But I was lost) I followed the smaller boy in front of me to the exit of this forest. I was thinking what I should do now.
'What should I do now?' That thought ran through my head over and over. I lay in bed staring out my window. Just a few hours ago I had gotten lost in the forest and was saved by Tweek to me, this seemed like it should have been the other way around. I closed my eyes hoping to fall asleep. I closed my eyes to darkness and what seemed a second, opened my eyes again and it was light outside my window,
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Ya! I here they have a lot of awesome games and shit! I also heard their pizza is amazing! Clyde added.
All right. I havent had pizza in a while. Damien said. We all agreed and went to the pizza place.
We all seemed to have a good time talking on our way to the pizza shop. Damien seemed to be enjoying himself too. He was talking to Kenny with a smile an evil like smile. Pip was right by his side and watching Damiens face with interest. Clyde and Token were talking to each other. They would both every now and then look back at me and Tweek. I had my arm around Tweeks shoulders. When Clyde glanced back again, I flipped him off and smirked. I then tightened
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I fidgeted with the pen in my hand as I sat in my car feeling very nervous. Now knowing that I was into boys, more so, one of my best friends and going to be seeing him today made me nervous. Oh god, what will I do once I see him? Will I be able to talk and act the same? I was sitting inside my car out side of the school trying to figure out if I should get out or not. I was startled by ganging on the roof of my car. What the fuck was that? Stan's face appeared in the window of my side of the car. That made me jump as well. He snickered at the display I just showed.
"Dude, common, time for school!" He said from the outside of my car.
"Yeah, yeah, shut up!" He laughed some more. I opened my door and walked
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I thought I was always a streight dude... up until about 5 months ago... I think I am bi now! Scratch that, I KNOW I am bi now! How did I become bi? And who with? Well, I started having dreams of me and my best friend Kyle. The first 'gay' dream I had was me making out with Kyle. I thought 'it's just a dream, I can get over it...' but I kept having more and more dreams. I kept saying to myself that I wasn't gay, OR bi! Soon enough, I started getting wet dreams. GAY wet dreams. it was about after 3 and a half months later that I excepted I was bi. I'm definately not gay, because I totally dig girls... I think. Anyway, after having all those g
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Doesnt matter, we made a bet! I smirked. Stan turned a shade of red and closed his eyes and lent forwards. I closed my eyes as well. He lightly pressed his soft, warm lips to my own. My legs started to feel weak. I fell to the ground on my knees along with Stan. He laughed lightly. Stans face was bright red and Im sure mine was too. I gazed into Stans blue eyes and again, our faces were inching closer and closer until his lips brushed up against mine, he then pressed harder, and tightened his grip even harder so my chest was pressed against his. I Sat there in Stans arms and melted with his kisses.
Yesterday was probably the most amazing day of my life. I finally
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"Alright." I headed back upstairs. I hope I could get well before tomorrow. I opened my door and saw on the floor, an empty cup of coffee. I don't know if I would like being away from Tweek if I stayed home from school.
NOTE!!! This is in Tweek's POV!!!
I wasn't too proud how my diorama turned out Juliet looked like a slaughtered cow, and Romeo looked like a girl. I'm definitely not as skilled as Craig. He says he isn't good at art at all, but really, he is pretty good. I am afraid to show him this disaster piece of 'art' to Craig. I was holding the diorama and could hardly see in front of me. I looked up at the sunrise as I was walking to school. It looked so beautiful
"Gah!" I had bumped into someone. "I-I-I'm sorry!!" I stuttered. I wish I w
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As I unlocked the door to my house I was now feeling regret. I sort of almost wished Kenny could have studied with someone else. Why? Because by the time we both got to my house, the perverted look on his face was drooling and I could tell he was feeling horny! I finally unlocked my door and stepped inside. I saw Ike sitting on the coach doing his homework with my dog sitting on the coach with him. No Georgie today either. He looked up with a shocked face. That's right I never told him about the new relationship I had with Kenny, or that we even made up for the matter.
"Uh, um Hey Kyle, Kenny "
"Yo." Kenny waved and gestured to my brother.
Ike looked at me with a very confused expression. I rol
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The way you're stumbling and dropping to your knees.
You want me back. You now see that you need me.
The words are pouring out like a damn breaking
Letting the water wash through an un expecting town
I'm sorry, I was wrong let's try again
My heart feels squeezed the words taking the
Very life from me
It's too late
My mind is made I close the door
Your wails and please mean nothing to me
But I hear them from the other side of the door
Threatening to break my armour
Swallowing the lump in my throat I walk away
Holding my head up high while telling myself
You're doing the right thing.
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I know my name
I know my face
And yet I feel so utterly lost
I think I like girls
But I'm in love with a boy
I love piercings and dying my hair
But I wear girly clothes
I watch anime
But would never attend a convention
I guess I don't really fit under a label
I like to think I believe strongly in my opinions
Yet I rarely voice them
I act and believe that I'm an open minded person
Yet I find myself subjecting to prejudice and judgment
I want to be a strong respected girl
I come off as immature and cute
People see me as optimistic and helpful
I feel dark and useless
The parts of me I want to speak freely about I have to lock away
I want to be myself
But i want to still be loved
I have every reason to be happy
And yet it's slipping away
No one's noticed, not even him.
I hate people
I don't want to be alone
I want to tell the world to fuck it's self
Yet I'm determined to find hope
I'm not really here anymore
And yet even knowing all these
Things I still
No longer a jokeI remember when I used to jokingly sayNo longer a joke in Free Verse More Like This
"Sorry, I'm only into girls"
Or when me and my best friends would pretend to be a couple
To steer away boys.
It never occurred to me that it could actually be true
I had female friends who liked girls
And male friends who liked guys
But still, It never occurred to me that I could be just like them.
I never really questioned my sexuality or why I still hadn't crushed on a boy
I figured I was just picky, nothing wrong with that.
Then she walked into my class her glittery green eyes catching my brilliant
Blue her voice felt like my personal song.
I ignored the inkling in my chest that maybe boys really weren't my taste
And continued my jokes.
One day a dear friend asked
"Do you like her?"
Aghast I denied while trying to ignore the obvious truth.
"Well, she likes you."
My heart beat fast my palms sweat I could have sworn I finally felt butterflies
My time with her became more frequent and my sexuality become more clear
And the next time I said
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My heart pounded thud, thud, thud.
I swear she had the face of an angel
So sweet and serene.
Her smile I couldn't get enough of
I could talk to her for hours
And oh did we ever talk the conversations
Would go on to early morning
Without a clue of what exactly what was said
I guess that's what they mean by sweet nothingness.
For the longest time she was what my world
Every thought was consumed with her
And the way she said my name
The way she would hold my hand
The way she would tell me to just breathe
My when I started to get nervous
I never knew I could fall in love with a girl
The way I would with a guy
I swore she was the last one I ever wanted to be with
I swore id do my best to hold on for ever
But reality came crashing down and it was time
To move on, time to say good bye to what we had
And though things didn't end well I still have her notes
Talking about secret kisses and nights that would go on forever.
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She's here but her feet are not quite on the ground
Floating up to an altitude too high
No stars where she's going
Locked inside her mind.
The world around her moves
But she's on a standstill
Where's the string to pull her back down?
Wouldn't say the girl is sick
Just a lil bizarre.
It's okay she's happy where she is
Not trapped at all
More like a willing prisoner
Who's just waiting for probation.
Life is bound to send her back to reality
But for now she's up on the clouds
Watching her life move while thinking
How queer that she's here and there.
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It reminds me of how fake you can be
I hate all the secrets you kept from me
Blind to it all, but now I see
That I can't stand your additude it brings me down
How could I have once wanted you around
I still can't stand the fact you pretended
So glad everythings ended.
I wont forget all the times you fought me
or all the tears you brought me.
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That for me brings so much shame.
I've never really understood how someone could talk so confidently
About something that has me so confused.
I've been hearing strong words of how it's alright and don't care what others think
But how can you not care when their words echo in your mind?
Why does it seem more natural to shy away then embrace?
People always tell their stories of how they overcame it all
And yet I never hear of the steps on how they accepted or knew for sure.
"You aren't the only one"
I haven't found very many stories I can relate to.
I was more than content with believing I was the "Normal type of person"
Why is it I didn't have a choice?
Those who wave rainbow flags with a sing song voice
I admire them
But I can't seem to be as at ease with it like they are
I want to be strong and proud like them
Yet I can't let go of the dying hope that this is a bad phase
That I just have to wait it out.
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It doesn't take very much to say
"Are you okay?"
It doesn't take much strength
To give a hug.
You use fewer muscles to smile
Then to frown.
So turn somebody's day around.
Only a few minutes out of many
Are lost when you lend an ear
It's worth it when you can save
Hate feels so very vile
So why don't you try love for awhile?
Someone's heart can mend
When you try to defend
Be strong because
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the things that go on in my mind?
Would you run and never look back?
Or would you hold me tight as I bring us both down?
Could you still love me, if you knew. Im pretending to be happy?
Would you bid me farewell and let me live my lie?
or would you stand by myside untill laughter was in my eyes?
Could you still love me if you knew my biggest
enemy was my self?
Would you leave me alone with a cliche line?
Or would you help me fend off my demons?
Could you still love me if I let you see the depths of my soul and the scars that
Would you just think im another lost cause and tell me so?
Or would you be my shoulder to cry on as all the wounds healed?
So, Could you love me If I let you see who I was, If I let down the barries
and opend my heart up to you?
The Luna Diaries- Entry 20Dear Diary,The Luna Diaries- Entry 20 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This morning was horrible. I woke up coughing as though my body was trying to evacuate my lungs from my chest. My muscles felt incredibly weak, so much so that I could barely lift my forelegs and I somehow managed to split my lip on the floor when I tripped over my own legs as I was trying to get out of bed.
Heartstrings apparently heard the commotion of my failed attempt to get ready for school and came into the room just as I blew a large amount of phlegm into a tissue, making her gag uncontrollably.
Ignoring my groans of protest she ushered me back into my bed, telling me that I would not be attending school before she galloped away to get the castle physician. I tried to tell her not to, that I would be fine with time, but again she ignored me.
When the doctor arrived, I was surprised and a little nervous when I found that it wasn’t the doctor that I had interacted with before. He was a grey Pegasus with a brown mane and tail who introduced himself as ‘D
The Luna Diaries- Entry 15Dear Diary,The Luna Diaries- Entry 15 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Well I have to say, I’m thoroughly disappointed. I spent all weekend scouring the archives for any mention of the Ponehenge stones and well… I found it. Turns out that Ponehenge was an outdoor fast food restaurant that had been owned my zebras.
So they had it set up so ponies in carriages would walk up to the first window and order what they wanted, and then move on to the next window, where they would be given their food. I also found out how they got the stones to the site; Zebrasai. A.K.A Pegasus zebras. They tethered the stones to themselves and then rested on clouds for the journey. They got shut down by the Equestrian guard after one of them found half a mouse in his lasagne and I suppose that everypony just forgot as time went on.
After I finished my ‘research’ I went down to the statue garden and went for a walk so I could try and clear my head of the frustration that had been brought around by my discovery. I was joined by Heart
The Luna Diaries- Entry 16Dear Diary,The Luna Diaries- Entry 16 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I talked to Tia today, and it seemed to go well. I’ve learnt since I got back that the easiest time to talk to Tia is during meals because she is… preoccupied. So during breakfast I asked her to speak to Shining Armour about the way the day guards are treating my night guards. She promised to do so, but her tone sounded insincere. I pray that she isn’t telling me this only to placate me and make me forget about it all.
I was determined to make sure that some action was taken, so I personally headed out to the guard house to talk to Shining Armour. I was in my disguise at the time and I found out something very interesting at that point; not all of the guard is aware of my scholastic activities. I was turned away at least three times and even threatened before Shining Armour happened to walk out to see what the commotion was about. If any of the nobles had been passing by at that point, they would have gotten a very strange scene where a pair of guards wer
The Luna Diaries- Entry 10Dear Diary,The Luna Diaries- Entry 10 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My night guards began active duty today. Well, two of them anyway. Swift has to go through some lessons on how to fly before he can start.
On another topic, I got to ‘hang out’ (What does that even mean?) with Aurora today, which was great. I had the opportunity to talk to her about what’s been happening at home, but at the last second, I stopped myself. I’m not sure how I’m meant to talk to her about this without revealing who I really am. Heartstrings assures me that normal ponies have the same troubles with their siblings, but I am not convinced. I mean; do so-called ‘normal’ ponies get sent to a massive dead celestial body when they need their siblings help? I DOUBT IT.
Ugh, I shouldn’t be so hard on Tia. I know that she did the only thing she could do at the time. The nightmare was a terrible force that had complete control over me and everything I did. Spawned out of my jealousy and anger, it gave me the means to get wha
The Luna Diaries- Entry 12Dear Diary,The Luna Diaries- Entry 12 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The tour that we found around Trottingham was phenomenal. We got to see a bunch of ancient castles, some that I knew and some that I didn’t. I got to see the house of the famed detective Fetlock Holmes and a bunch of other places that had only recently become well known, such as the royal amphitheatre and a huge stadium that had been specially built for the upcoming oatlympic games. It was a great chance for me to do some catching up on recent history. We got to eat lunch by the docks, and I have to say, even though I never liked travelling by boats, watching all of the ships heading out to sea was enchanting.
A few people suggested a swim, but our tour guide discouraged that idea on the grounds of not only icy cold water, but also the face that the water around the docks had become polluted because of ponies dumping waste without considering the impact on the environment. I couldn’t believe that the Earth ponies had let things get that bad. Before my exile, it
The Luna Diaries- Entry 6Dear Diary,The Luna Diaries- Entry 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
With the weekend upon me I thought it best to confront Tia about my decision to appoint Swift, Sliver Wing and Heartstrings as my personal guard… The results were less than stellar. Tia disagreed with the entire idea of me having personal guards. I suspect that she is disappointed with losing her spies. I tried to explain my choice, saying that I needed ponies that I could trust if I was able to transition back into my life. It soon descended into an hour long argument that prevented Tia from attending from the rest of her duties, such as seeing to the concerns of ponies that visit the palace. I could see her getting increasingly frustrated, but I kept pushing, certain that I could break her down. I was always better at arguing than her, never backing down until I got what I wanted.
She eventually relented, telling me that since it was my castle as well, then I have free reign within its walls. I could tell that she was trying to guilt trip me into changing my mind. I'm not
The Luna Diaries- Entry 7Dear Diary,The Luna Diaries- Entry 7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Today I went for a walk through Canterlot, in my disguise of course. The level of… apathy I saw was astounding. I noticed many a beggar in the tight alleyways, some of them looking starved or sick. Since it was Swift that was accompanying me in the guise of my older brother, as he was the shortest of my three guards and it made more sense, I asked him how Tia had let this happen. His reply was most disappointing. Apparently, control over the economy had long since left Tia's control, and was instead in the hooves of banks and businesses. Consequently, some ponies were unable to keep up with the world of money and were forced out of their homes and onto the streets. He went on to say that Celestia was indeed aware of it, but didn't know how to help them. She couldn't just give them money like she used to do in the old days, because then everypony would be after her for more money, and the cycle would never stop.
I gave one of them some spare bits that I had and continued to
The Luna Diaries- Entry 3Dear Diary,The Luna Diaries- Entry 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Just finished the first day of school and well… There was an incident. An Earth pony colt spent the first half of the day harassing me, calling me names, pushing me and other stuff. I tried to ignore it, but then he pulled my hair, and that was it. No pony touches the hair of a Princess and gets away with it.
I may have… thrown him out of the window. And then got a detention… at lunchtime… for a week. Tia was called into the school to 'discuss' my attitude. As soon as we got home, Celestia burst out laughing, making me feel totally embarrassed. I tried yelling at her, but my smaller form that was a result of my disguise only made her laugh harder. It wasn't long before I was laughing as well, rolling around on the floor of my bedroom.
It was nice to do that again, neither of us have done that in so long. Even after my return, things have been awkward between us. Dinner is a silent affair, where we do nothing but eat.
But that one moment, it was just like before, just like w
The Luna Diaries- Entry 4Dear Diary,The Luna Diaries- Entry 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Today at school went much better then yesterday. Most ponies seemed to find it preferable to avoid me, which I cannot blame them for, the incident with the colt was deplorable. I know that now.
I saw him today… I actually learnt his name; Sly Starburn. The cast that he had on his right foreleg made it very difficult for him to flee when he noticed me approaching. The fear on his face didn't bring me the same pleasure that I thought it would. Before the nightmare, I liked seeing the fearful respect on the faces of my subjects, but the look that Sly gave me… It honestly broke my heart.
Even though Tia talked me out of the jewel encrusted horseshoe, I still felt obligated to give him something to say sorry. I came up with a box of chocolates at the suggestion of one of my personal guards. He reluctantly accepted it, but still asked me to stay away, promising that he wouldn't harass me anymore. I suppose that it IS what I wanted to happen, but the cost; Sly's broken bone, being
The Luna Diaries- Entry 5Dear Diary,The Luna Diaries- Entry 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The trip to the observatory today was, in a word, fantastic. I "learnt" all about the stars, the planets and the rotation of the Earth. I'm not going to lie, seeing all of the other students in awe of the night and the endless expanse beyond their own comprehension made my ego inflate just a little. Even Sly, the colt I threw out of the window seemed impressed, which made it difficult not to gloat, or even correct the pony giving the tour when he was getting things wrong.
There was a pony near the rear of the tour that I hadn't noticed until then. She was a white Pegasus with a scarlet coloured mane. What was different about her was the fact that she almost always had a teacher near her, and I couldn't figure out why; so, curious, I decided to try and meet this mare. I discovered that her name was Aurora and, unbeknownst to me, she was blind. The teacher that was accompanying her was there to guide her and read the plaques as they were not written in something called 'brail