A Canterlot HauntingThere is a phenomenon few know about, that graces the Canterlot Performance in the deep hours of night. The baritone performance of travelling stallions would cease, the crowd unleashing the required applause as the performers bow out with all the attempted grace such ponies can have. The murmur of small talk and criticism would simmer to nothingness, and as the cleaners swept through the aisles, cleared away the rubbish and ruin of the night, it would begin.
Many of the younger or newer staff members had ridiculed tales away with an sweeping hoof, having heard too many stories of pranks and hoaxes. The high, floating tone of the cello in the breeze would go unnoticed. Many of the staff had surrendered their efforts to find the very obvious hidden gramophone, while others still found the melody too ethereal for their ears. The midnight cleaning staff refreshed its ranks quite often.
It was as the cleaners shuffled out the door, elder stallions chided by the young ones for their naivety
Fluffy FlutterDashMore Like This
The midnight moonlight was spilling into a delicate puddle on Fluttershy’s bed. Stars twinkled in the heavens above the mare’s little cottage. Fluttershy was warm in her bed, but she couldn’t get to sleep. She groaned and got out of bed, her fur itching restlessly. She trotted downstairs, taking extra care to be gentle with her walking, as to make sure not to wake some of the animals that slept in her home.
She pushed open the door and was greeted with a gentle breeze of wind, her bubble gum colored mane flowing in the wind. It felt great to be outside, and the air had a sweet smell to it. The yellow pegasus closed the cottage door and began to trot aimlessly, thinking about what could have been keeping her up.
Soon she slapped herself with a hoof. Rainbow Dash’s birthday was coming up soon-May 15th was the date, and it was only May 13th. She was clueless about what to get her cyan friend. The yellow pegasus pony kicked the dirt, huffing her soft mane out of her
Last Day With TwilightMore Like This
Rainbow Dash shoved her way through the stubborn door, the result of crashing could be heard from inside. Twilight's eyes flicked around, preparing herself for anything. Rainbow Dash shoved Twilight away from her books and into her room.
"Rainbow! I'm doing some important stuff that cannot be disturbed or else I can't go to Canterlot!" Twilight shouted angrily, using her magic to flick off Rainbow as if she wasn't even there.
"But you can't leave for three years! Just think about Pinkie and how devastated she'll be! And what about your friends! What if we need the Elements right away and you're off in Caterlot reporting your Princess duties!?" Rainbow screamed, a hint of sadness crumbling and cracking her voice. Twilight sighed, then flopped herself down on to her bed. She sobbed quietly and raised a hoof to slowly pull Rainbow into a long embrace.
Rainbow blushed, her face filled with sorrow and belonging. "I'm sorry Rainbow, but P
Luna's Sandwich "Tiiiiiiiiiiiiiaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!" Luna yelled as she ran up the spiral staircase to the room she shared with her older sister Celestia.More Like This
“What is it Luna?” Came a call from the landing just above the young alicorn.
“Tia I’m huuuuuunnnnnnnnnngrrrrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyy!!!! Can you make me something to eat?” She reached the top landing and made her way into the room where she found Celestia sitting at a table, an open book floating just a few inches away from her face.
“Why don’t you make yourself a sandwich?” Celestia said without looking up from her book.
“I can’t, you know mama doesn’t want me using knives, even with my magic. I’m too young.”
“Then have one of the guards make you one.”
“No, they never do it right. Can’t you make me a sandwich? Please Tia? You make the best peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in all of Equestria.”
Celestia sighed and pla
THE GOOD KINGTHE GOOD KINGMore Like This
being an instructive tale for colts and fillies
with analysis by Archivist the Crown Princess Twilight Sparkle
commentary by Her Royal Highness, Princess Celestia
Once there was a good-hearted earth-pony king who lived in a beautiful castle in a mountain valley. His lands were bountiful, his subjects prosperous, and he was friends with the neighboring kingdoms. He treated his many servants well, and they all took pride in keeping the castle in perfect condition. With little to do but enjoy life, the king took to reading and painting and playing the clarinet, and seldom had to leave his lovely home.
There is never a lifetime which is always happy, however. A springtime eventually came with very little rain, and by summer the land was dry. Crops were not growing well, and even the weeds were stunted. The gardeners therefore sent one of their number to tell the king.
“How can this be?” said the king after the gardener had told of the dusty earth
Fourteen Lines And One TruthFOURTEEN LINES AND ONE TRUTHMore Like This
If one more than any other
Is she whom you would please
If a certain lady's glance
Is more bracing than a breeze
If there is one whose esteem
Is more precious than bright gems
If a disappointed look from her
Is all that's needed to condemn
Some deny that such a one
Could embody perfect love
Or that she, right before them
Could be the one which I speak of
If there is one in whose eyes you would meet the test
Why would you title any other as "she who is the best?"
Luna's NightlightMore Like This
A young Celestia awoke to stifled cries in the night. Her vibrant, cherry blossom eyes pierced the darkness in a sleepy haze as her dream faded from her memory. She looked around as she heard the panicked noise again, assured it wasn't a part of her dream.
With the light of the moon, she could make out the tiny blue ball that was her little sister across the room.
Luna was curled up and shaking, only her frightful green eyes visible past the blue wisps of her tail she was hiding behind.
With a knowing smirk, Celestia rose from her bed and quietly trotted over to the miniscule filly. She lay down beside Luna and gently reached for her little sister.
Luna gave a terrified squeak at the unknown touch before seeing it was someone she could trust. She quickly unfurled and rushed over to Celestia's side, preferring the more powerful company of her sister over the unwelcoming darkness.
Celestia gently stroked Luna's short flowing mane as the young one slowly calmed down.
"What is w
When the Autumn LeavesMore Like This
The Equestrian Year
Ponies with Sonata Arctica
[Click here for the accompanying song]
When the Autumn Leaves
The wind brings signs of colder mornings,
Prolonging dusk surpasses the light,
Gone are those days:
Summertime of warmth and laughing,
Summer's time to slumber now
(For) some time
Reaped the harvest, filled the stocks,
Found the scarves and boots from loft,
Gathered firewood to keep our hearths lit and lively.
You can see how the time of green is gone:
Its course is old and fading, losing its vividness.
Months of winter holding near,
We are watching the autumn leaves
Glowing bright in their gilded colors.
Season of work after the summer growth:
Memories of the vivid days still in mind.
Season of change before the winter rest:
Painted world before the snow-white veil.
Bid your fa
Where I Plant My HeartseedsMore Like This
MY LITTLE POEM
Ponies with Sonata Arctica
[click here for the accompanying song]
Where I Plant My Heartseeds
Rooster's welcome, untuned sunrise song
Wakeup call for the farmin' toil
Morning breeze greets the early wakin' folk,
Eat a strong breakfast; we're out all day long.
Smell the air fresh with leaves and apple scent,
Walk on path carved on the verdant fields.
Apple orchards waiting for their chores
Red fruits' sea, harvesting ripe.
This is where my heart and soul belong,
This is the place that I can call my home:
'Twas this land my gramps ploughed through, where my ma and pa lived too.
Where my line planted their apple seeds, where I now grow their trees.
In this soil I have my roots; here I can rest up my hooves.
Here I tend my seedlings' fruit here my heartseeds grow and bloom.
Old friends, from tiny saplings fully grown,
Since pas to sons
The HenhouseMore Like This
All around me are women. Old women, young women, fat women, short women, all kinds of women. All of them are smiling and chatting, mostly about nothing in particular, though some of them are discussing interesting events from the morning. They worry the few bits of gossip like hungry dogs. We’re all sitting on little vinyl chairs with wooden armrests, or standing, since there aren’t enough chairs. There’s punch, and everyone has a cup of it, or the off-brand soda that’s supposed to taste like the real thing but never does. Food smells clog the air, fogging up from the hearty, stick-to-your-ribs food everyone brings to every pot-luck ever. The cloud of salty marinara and chicken is locked in a battle to the death with the thick reek of perfume and sweat.
I’m sitting, surrounded by all these women, in a cramped kitchenette with the door closed. For some reason we’ve all decided to crowd into this little place with its too-large table covered in porcela
new filmSo I finished scoring a new film a month or so back.More Like This
I remember seeing the beginning of it a year or so back and thinking "OMFG what are they thinking!!!!", and then life went on, and then I got the film to score and...
It was frigging great. The people who put it together, whom I have been working with for some time, REALLY did a GREAT job, and I really enjoyed scoring it, and it just is friggin' great.
Going to the premiere tomorrow here in Lala land.
Everyone worked so hard on this thing, and it shows. In every frame, in every line.
And everyone felt that the music totally elevated the film, so I did my job as well.
I have been a busy dude.
Truth: The final chapterOctavia felt a rush of cold air nip at her fur, and immediately didn’t want to be outside. It wasn’t that she regretted her decision to have this talk, it’s just that she wasn’t much of a cold-weather pony. Octavia much preferred the heat of the summer; the warm breeze caressing her frame. A wistful sigh escaped her lips as she locked eyes with Lyra, who looked much the same of a child who had just gotten caught with her hand in the cookie jar. She wondered what she walked in on.More Like This
“Hi.” Lyra muttered, trying to act as pathetic as possible.
“Hello Lyra. I understand you wish to speak with me.”
“I… yeah. I guess there’s some things we need to talk about.”
“Oh? Are there now?” Octavia could near the sniffles in Lyra’s words and she wasn’t buying any of it.
“I… well, yes.” Lyra stuttered.
“Well, then, let us hear it. I would not want to take too much of your time.&