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Four

The name badge read Kayla. Amber—strong enough to break through the dullness of his senses. She gave him another free cup of coffee. He left another fifty in the tip jar when she walked into the back. He sits by the window, facing the counter of the café. Minutes pass. Patrons walk in, order, and go. Her hands move, from cup, machine, to lid— red painted fingernails. She stands behind the counter, laughs, as other baristas talk to her. They switch turns taking orders, then she takes over again. She’s got her hair down today, long curls hugging her face. Her eyes meet his— he looks down at his cup. He’s been done with it. “I’m telling you guys, that’s the lead guitarist for Still Meridian.” “Dude, are you insane? That can’t be him.” “Are you blind?! That’s literally him!” “I think you’re hungover from last night. We should have left you at the dorm.” His head rises, slightly, as he glances to his right. Three college kids, and one of them is wearing his band’s

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Five

The cigarette lights up, burning, hissing, as it travels through the throat and lungs. His weight sinks into the sofa, as he exhales smoke in the air. Fortress green, the booth room blazing behind the glass. He brings his hand up, digs a thumb into the side of his temple, and closes his eyes. His other hand finds the melody, note by note, pushing into invisible keyboards. The cushions shudder beneath him. Colt’s timing with the kick is deliberate—low, thudding, from the floorboards and up to his legs. Snares are sharp, hitting high and clean, against the reverb of his guitar solo. Chase’s voice resounds through the monitors. His face tightens, hearing it waver as it nears the 2:15 mark of the track. An eye flutters open, he turns his head, slightly, and looks past Colt and Nathan. Chase’s chest drops, the note goes brittle, pressurized to a fray. It thins out the tenth time. “Fuck!” Chase rips the headphones off. The chair falls as he stands. “Come on, man. I can’t sing

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It's my life

[DEVIATION] Thundering silence, waking moments, with only my pulse muting life outside my mind. Blurry, but slowly gaining sharpness, light and shadows separate. One stray thread of light, unwelcome but treasured. Old pains remind me another day has passed. Solid footing, reassuring I will stand. Thunder softens to bird's songs. I rub my eyes. Draw deeply one breath. Life

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Horse Prussia x Horse Reader: Part 3: Gil, the BFF

(Y/n): your name (c/c): coat color (e/c): eye color (m/c): mane/tail color (f/c): favorite color ~~ ~~Two months later~~ To quote Gilbert, things at the stud farm in Prussia had become…“unawesome”. That wasn’t to suggest anything was going wrong or that you were uncomfortable, but that things were becoming slow...and boring. Or maybe Gilbert was rubbing off on you, and you thought so by now. Overall, life was good: the people were slowly and steadily earning your trust, although the silver stallion remained at the top of that list, and he gave you subtle hints that he was pleased by your progress. In the last two weeks, you’d allowed a full wash down, cleaned hooves and the simplest of shoes, a well-brushed mane and tail, a woolen stable blanket and, most impressive of all, an embroidered leather (f/c) halter with your personal lead rope. The people didn’t often use the rope, however, because you still went wherever you chose. As for Gilbert, the two of you continued to grow

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Horse Cuba x Horse Reader: Part 3: On the Beach

(Y/n): your name (c/c): coat color (e/c): eye color (m/c): mane/tail color (f/c): favorite color ~~ ~~A month later~~ “See? I told you it was worth it to get in the hot tub.” You and Carlos were currently wading slowly up and down the short stretch of bubbling water, almost like a miniature hot spring cut into the concrete. You were still outdoors, but a raised canopy was overhead to collect any leaves that came from above. Of course, there were always some leaves in there; the Cuban horse had also showed you the swimming pool his owner used, but you respected his wishes to not drink the water or enter it. Instead, you were enchanted by the strange, wonderful invention from humans. Carlos had his mane and tail unbraided before he entered, and his dark hair fanned around him and almost made him look supernatural in the bubbling, steaming mass. “This is one of the tricks the people use to help me if I ever pull a muscle or two,” he’d explained when you were still cautiously staring

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Horse America x Horse Reader: Part 3: Live Wild

(Y/n): your name (c/c): coat color (e/c): eye color (m/c): mane/tail color ~~Warning: Strong language~~ ~~ “…I want to live free, without the pressures of humans. This is what I’ve grown up to be…I’m sorry if it’s not what you expected, but I can’t deny what I am—” Alfred cut you off when he pushed his broad face into your (c/c) neck, nickering in his throat. The curl on his head was long enough to tickle the other side of your neck and when he lifted his head to meet your gaze, you saw his blue eyes held nothing but respect and adoration. “You don’t have to explain anything,” he said, his voice much softer. “You’re my best friend. Besides, we make a good team, don’t we? Yeah...” He nodded, suddenly confident. “If I’m the Hero, then you’re my sidekick! So, as long as we’re together, we can do anything we want!” You had to whicker a chuckle to yourself. Sometimes he could be so cute when he got excited. The set of his blue eyes told you he was trying to think of something.

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6 Old Cow

Apple Bloom stepped out of Sugar Belle’s Cafe one morning to find an old mare sitting on a rocking chair near one of the tables. “Hi, there,” she said. “I’m Apple Bloom.” “Oh, hi,” croaked the old mare. “They call me Old Lady Cooper.” “Nice to meet ya,” Apple Bloom smiled. “Um, are you here for breakfast ?” “No,” Old Lady Cooper shook her head. “I came here to live out my retirement in shame.” As was usual whenever she encountered a pony with a cutie mark problem, Apple Bloom was torn between excitement and concern. “What did you used to do?” she asked. “Nothing, really,” frowned Old Lady Cooper. “I could never d...

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12 Rush Job

As summer was approaching its end, Sweetie Belle was meandering about the Village looking for any signs of potential cutie mark problems. She encountered Mussel and Old Lady Cooper; the former was collecting some spiders from the latter’s rocking chair. “Still looking for spiders, huh?” remarked Sweetie. “Yep,” Mussel nodded. “This’ll be my last round before I leave for Boarding School.” “Already? It’s a bit early , isn’t it?” asked Sweetie. “There’s still a week of summer left.” “I’m not leaving until the weekend,” said Mussel. “It’s just that the mosquito problem isn’t as bad as it was last month .” “Oh, okay,” said S...

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8 Too Late For Rumble's Camp

As Scootaloo went up and down the road passing out drinks to the Villagers, she was pleased to see they were all enjoying the Papier Mache Street Fair; all except two ponies who were sculpting a sofa out of soggy paper. “Hi, there,” said Scootaloo, stopping to admire the stallion’s and mare’s handiwork. “Having fun?” “Sure,” said the Stallion. “ We’re having fun. We only wish our son could be here.” “We begged him to come out and take part,” sighed the Mare. “He always refuses us when we try to get him up off his bed and out of his room.” “He only leaves the bedroom to use the privy,” said the Stallion, “and for meals, ...

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[CV] A New Ally

The blizzard had seemed to finally blow itself out. Wisps of snow blew through the canyon and danced around the horses’ feet as they made the ascent. Perseus shook out his mane, sending gobs of snow flying in all directions, as he led the way. Looking across the valley, he was glad that they had found the canyon when they did. The landscape was completely changed now and covered in a thick layer of snow and ice. The sun rising in the east cast a beautiful light through the icicles hanging in the tree branches. Percy marveled at the sight for a moment before his heart sank.How on earth would they find food?Before he could worry much longer,...

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[CV] Last Goodbye

”Aloine...I...I’m…” Aloine shook her head slowly, as if in a trance. She didn’t want to hear it. Not right now. She couldn’t. Her mate lay there in the mud, blood pooled around his dark mane...and he was gone. His eyes were closed but he wasn’t sleeping. At least, not a sleep he would ever wake from. A high pitched keening sound rang in her ears and she wasn’t sure where it came from. Her eyes couldn’t focus and the world felt like it was spinning too quickly. Slowly, so slowly, she went down to her knees in the mud next to Breigo. She curled her body around his and rested her head on his side. ”Go...tell the others…” she whispered to Far...

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[CV] Refugees

”Come on everyone, keep moving!” Aloine bellowed over her shoulder, the wind ripping the words from her mouth.Rain lashed against flanks as the Herd of Summer Stars trudged through a heavily flooded valley. It seemed as though the rain had started one day and decided to never stop. Once small, humble creeks had turned into raging rivers almost over night. The herd huddled together as they made their miserable way through thick mud and a torrential downpour. Lighting raced across the dark sky and Aloine couldn’t recall if it was even night or day.Breigo brought up the rear of the herd along with Thowra and Firefoot. The three males made su...

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One morning, Percy was in the big roundhouse shed at Tidmouth, when the Fat Controller came to see the engines. He had exciting news. “A famous artist is visiting today!” the Fat Controller announced “he has come to paint a picture that will titled ‘the Spirit of Sodor’! It will be put on display at the big station! Percy, you are to collect the artist from the docks and show him all the most beautiful places on Sodor!” “Yes Sir” said Percy. After the Fat Controller left, Percy looked a bit worried. Edward was excited for Percy, but most of the big engines were jealous. “This artist can’t be that important!” grumbled Gordon “or the Fat Controller would have sent an important engine like me to collect him!” “Or a splendid red engine like me!” added James “surely I’d be more suited for the job than Percy!” “What’s this ‘Spirit of Sodor’ supposed to be?” asked Percy. “Anything that is special about Sodor” said Edward “I’m sure you know this island well enough to know what that is!” That

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It was summer on the Island of Sodor, the busiest time of year for the Fat Controller’s railway. All the engines were busy as usual, but the engines liked being busy. The sun was shining and it was a beautiful day, which made everyone feel happy, everyone that is, except Emily. Emily was working with Salty at the harbour at the big station, shunting trucks into the sidings, and she wasn’t enjoying it at all. Salty tried to cheer Emily up with one of his stories of the sea, but only Salty seemed to be enjoying it, and Emily had soon stopped listening. “I wish I could do something a little more interesting” she moaned. Emily’s wish came true the very next morning! The Fat Controller announced that some new routes would be opening just for the summer months. “Emily’s job will be pulling the flour-mill special!” he told her “you will be collecting flour from the mill and taking it to Thomas’s junction for the bakery there.” “Thank you sir!” beamed Emily, relieved to have a different job

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Gordon and the Gremlins (Railway Series version)

The big engines in the big shed at Tidmouth were getting ready for their day’s work. Everything seemed like just another ordinary day, except for one thing: they were having trouble getting Gordon’s fire to light today. “I don’t know what’s wrong” sighed the firelighter “there must be gremlins about.” “What are gremlins?” whispered Duck. “My driver told me they’re little green monsters who play tricks” replied James. “You don’t suppose we could find one, do you?” wondered Duck. “Of course not!” laughed James “gremlins don’t exist! They’re just an excuse when things go wrong and no one knows why!” “But surely, if the firelighter says there are gremlins, there must be!” insisted Duck, but James just snorted loudly in reply. The Fat Controller had arrived in time to hear their every word. “Quiet please!” he bellowed “I have an important announcement! I am expecting a very important visitor today! She has heard that all my engines are really useful, so please prove it!” “Yes sir!”

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TAF/MLP Misty Island Rescue Part 12

[The scene changes back to the construction site] Narrator: Later, The Fat Controller met Dash, Bash and Ferdinand. Dash: Very pleased... Bash: To meet you. Ferdinand: That's right. The Fat Controller: Oh, quite so. [ The Logging Locos laugh to the confusion of Percy and Whiff. Then, Princess Celestia arrived] Bash: Hello there! Dash: your! Ferdinand: highness! Princess Celestia: Why hello, there. And who might you 3 be? Bash: Bash! Dash: Dash! Ferdinand: And Ferdinand! Bash and Dash: we are the logging Locos! Ferdinand: That's right! Princess Celestia: Well, I'm very pleased to meet you all. The Fat Controller: Ahem. The Jobi Wood from Misty Island means on the Sodor Search and Rescue Centre can go on. [The engines whistled and the ponies cheered] Princess Celestia: it also means everyone can be really useful! The Fat Controller: Indeed. So Huff your hardest. [The work gets underway] Narrator: Engines chuff to clear the tunnel. Steam rose thick from every funnel.

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TAF/MLP Misty Island Rescue Part 11

[The scene changes to Misty Island where James, Gordon, Edward, Rarity and the Fat Controller are looking for Thomas] Narrator: On Misty Island, the engines and Rarirty were lost. Sir Topham Hatt: THOMAS!!! CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS!!! THOMAS!! James: The mist is too thick! Gordon: we can't see to puff! Edward: how can we find Thomas?! Rarity: OR MY SISTER?!?! [The scene changes back to the construction site] Narrator: Thomas was excited. Thomas: I must hurry to find the Fat Controller. Narrator: Percy gasped. Percy: Flatten my funnel! The Fat Controller has gone to find you all on Misty Island with Edward, Gordon, James! Pinkie Pie: And Rarity too! CMC and Applejack : What?! Rainbow Dash: You gotta be kidding us. We just came back from there! Narrator: Just then, Harold hovered in. He wasn't happy. Harold: The steam boat has come back. The mist is down over Misty Island. It'II be impossible to find them now. CMC: WHAT?!?! Sweetie Belle: Oh, no! Narrator: Thomas rattled

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TAF/MLP Misty Island Rescue Part 10

[scene changes to the other entrance of the tunnel] Narrator: Workman had bashed and crashed through to the old tunnel. The Fat Controller peered inside. He was worried. The Fat Controller: This looks too dark and too deep. Whiff: Don't worry, sir. I know all the tracks. I'II find Thomas and the CMC Narrator: Percy wheeshed. Percy: Please, sir? Please may Pinkie, Twilight and I go? Twilight: Yes, please?! Thomas needs me! Pinkie: And, besides, two boilers bubbling are better than one! And 8 hooves trotting are better than 4! Narrator: The Fat Controller was stern. The Fat Controller: Very well you three but chuff carefully. [Percy whistles] Narrator: So Whiff, Percy, Pinkie and Twilight went down into the tunnel and The Fat Controller hurried back to the boat at the docks. [The scene changes to Edward, James, Gordon, Rarity and the Fat Controller on The Sodor Line heading to Misty Island] Narrator: Far out to sea, the boat steamed through the waves. The engines and

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The Moonlit Voyage ~ Auburn Bristles

As a few of the clouds had begun to depart from the leering moon, amidst a speckle of stars, a wind had blown, taking a tiny blizzard of snowflakes with it. It sparked beauty among the madness and the lingering sorrow of this broken family… It was beginning to transform that once calloused heart of the Magistrate into something as prickly as rusted chains of grief and spite. So much loss at almost thrown him into a full storm of wrath should he never hear his son’s and daughter’s heavenly voices ever again. Locating Doc and the Gentleman was their highest priority among the Diamond being held and hidden, there was no time to waste. With a single swift throw of his hand, Frollo led the horsemen along the ruined paths, seeking alcoves and glens alike for any shred of light or breath of the living inside them, but one mark they knew to find was any sign of Quasimodo’s presence. A torn piece of cloth, blood… or even a footprint would have been a beacon of honest hope, however they were

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James and the Giant Peach: Penelope's Story Ch 9

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Four

The name badge read Kayla. Amber—strong enough to break through the dullness of his senses. She gave him another free cup of coffee. He left another fifty in the tip jar when she walked into the back. He sits by the window, facing the counter of the café. Minutes pass. Patrons walk in, order, and go. Her hands move, from cup, machine, to lid— red painted fingernails. She stands behind the counter, laughs, as other baristas talk to her. They switch turns taking orders, then she takes over again. She’s got her hair down today, long curls hugging her face. Her eyes meet his— he looks down at his cup. He’s been done with it. “I’m telling you guys, that’s the lead guitarist for Still Meridian.” “Dude, are you insane? That can’t be him.” “Are you blind?! That’s literally him!” “I think you’re hungover from last night. We should have left you at the dorm.” His head rises, slightly, as he glances to his right. Three college kids, and one of them is wearing his band’s

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Five

The cigarette lights up, burning, hissing, as it travels through the throat and lungs. His weight sinks into the sofa, as he exhales smoke in the air. Fortress green, the booth room blazing behind the glass. He brings his hand up, digs a thumb into the side of his temple, and closes his eyes. His other hand finds the melody, note by note, pushing into invisible keyboards. The cushions shudder beneath him. Colt’s timing with the kick is deliberate—low, thudding, from the floorboards and up to his legs. Snares are sharp, hitting high and clean, against the reverb of his guitar solo. Chase’s voice resounds through the monitors. His face tightens, hearing it waver as it nears the 2:15 mark of the track. An eye flutters open, he turns his head, slightly, and looks past Colt and Nathan. Chase’s chest drops, the note goes brittle, pressurized to a fray. It thins out the tenth time. “Fuck!” Chase rips the headphones off. The chair falls as he stands. “Come on, man. I can’t sing

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It's my life

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Horse Cuba x Horse Reader: Part 3: On the Beach

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Horse America x Horse Reader: Part 3: Live Wild

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6 Old Cow

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12 Rush Job

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[CV] A New Ally

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[CV] Last Goodbye

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[CV] Refugees

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Percy's Painting (Railway Series version)

One morning, Percy was in the big roundhouse shed at Tidmouth, when the Fat Controller came to see the engines. He had exciting news. “A famous artist is visiting today!” the Fat Controller announced “he has come to paint a picture that will titled ‘the Spirit of Sodor’! It will be put on display at the big station! Percy, you are to collect the artist from the docks and show him all the most beautiful places on Sodor!” “Yes Sir” said Percy. After the Fat Controller left, Percy looked a bit worried. Edward was excited for Percy, but most of the big engines were jealous. “This artist can’t be that important!” grumbled Gordon “or the Fat Controller would have sent an important engine like me to collect him!” “Or a splendid red engine like me!” added James “surely I’d be more suited for the job than Percy!” “What’s this ‘Spirit of Sodor’ supposed to be?” asked Percy. “Anything that is special about Sodor” said Edward “I’m sure you know this island well enough to know what that is!” That

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Emily's New Route (Railway Series version)

It was summer on the Island of Sodor, the busiest time of year for the Fat Controller’s railway. All the engines were busy as usual, but the engines liked being busy. The sun was shining and it was a beautiful day, which made everyone feel happy, everyone that is, except Emily. Emily was working with Salty at the harbour at the big station, shunting trucks into the sidings, and she wasn’t enjoying it at all. Salty tried to cheer Emily up with one of his stories of the sea, but only Salty seemed to be enjoying it, and Emily had soon stopped listening. “I wish I could do something a little more interesting” she moaned. Emily’s wish came true the very next morning! The Fat Controller announced that some new routes would be opening just for the summer months. “Emily’s job will be pulling the flour-mill special!” he told her “you will be collecting flour from the mill and taking it to Thomas’s junction for the bakery there.” “Thank you sir!” beamed Emily, relieved to have a different job

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Gordon and the Gremlins (Railway Series version)

The big engines in the big shed at Tidmouth were getting ready for their day’s work. Everything seemed like just another ordinary day, except for one thing: they were having trouble getting Gordon’s fire to light today. “I don’t know what’s wrong” sighed the firelighter “there must be gremlins about.” “What are gremlins?” whispered Duck. “My driver told me they’re little green monsters who play tricks” replied James. “You don’t suppose we could find one, do you?” wondered Duck. “Of course not!” laughed James “gremlins don’t exist! They’re just an excuse when things go wrong and no one knows why!” “But surely, if the firelighter says there are gremlins, there must be!” insisted Duck, but James just snorted loudly in reply. The Fat Controller had arrived in time to hear their every word. “Quiet please!” he bellowed “I have an important announcement! I am expecting a very important visitor today! She has heard that all my engines are really useful, so please prove it!” “Yes sir!”

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TAF/MLP Misty Island Rescue Part 12

[The scene changes back to the construction site] Narrator: Later, The Fat Controller met Dash, Bash and Ferdinand. Dash: Very pleased... Bash: To meet you. Ferdinand: That's right. The Fat Controller: Oh, quite so. [ The Logging Locos laugh to the confusion of Percy and Whiff. Then, Princess Celestia arrived] Bash: Hello there! Dash: your! Ferdinand: highness! Princess Celestia: Why hello, there. And who might you 3 be? Bash: Bash! Dash: Dash! Ferdinand: And Ferdinand! Bash and Dash: we are the logging Locos! Ferdinand: That's right! Princess Celestia: Well, I'm very pleased to meet you all. The Fat Controller: Ahem. The Jobi Wood from Misty Island means on the Sodor Search and Rescue Centre can go on. [The engines whistled and the ponies cheered] Princess Celestia: it also means everyone can be really useful! The Fat Controller: Indeed. So Huff your hardest. [The work gets underway] Narrator: Engines chuff to clear the tunnel. Steam rose thick from every funnel.

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TAF/MLP Misty Island Rescue Part 11

[The scene changes to Misty Island where James, Gordon, Edward, Rarity and the Fat Controller are looking for Thomas] Narrator: On Misty Island, the engines and Rarirty were lost. Sir Topham Hatt: THOMAS!!! CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS!!! THOMAS!! James: The mist is too thick! Gordon: we can't see to puff! Edward: how can we find Thomas?! Rarity: OR MY SISTER?!?! [The scene changes back to the construction site] Narrator: Thomas was excited. Thomas: I must hurry to find the Fat Controller. Narrator: Percy gasped. Percy: Flatten my funnel! The Fat Controller has gone to find you all on Misty Island with Edward, Gordon, James! Pinkie Pie: And Rarity too! CMC and Applejack : What?! Rainbow Dash: You gotta be kidding us. We just came back from there! Narrator: Just then, Harold hovered in. He wasn't happy. Harold: The steam boat has come back. The mist is down over Misty Island. It'II be impossible to find them now. CMC: WHAT?!?! Sweetie Belle: Oh, no! Narrator: Thomas rattled

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TAF/MLP Misty Island Rescue Part 10

[scene changes to the other entrance of the tunnel] Narrator: Workman had bashed and crashed through to the old tunnel. The Fat Controller peered inside. He was worried. The Fat Controller: This looks too dark and too deep. Whiff: Don't worry, sir. I know all the tracks. I'II find Thomas and the CMC Narrator: Percy wheeshed. Percy: Please, sir? Please may Pinkie, Twilight and I go? Twilight: Yes, please?! Thomas needs me! Pinkie: And, besides, two boilers bubbling are better than one! And 8 hooves trotting are better than 4! Narrator: The Fat Controller was stern. The Fat Controller: Very well you three but chuff carefully. [Percy whistles] Narrator: So Whiff, Percy, Pinkie and Twilight went down into the tunnel and The Fat Controller hurried back to the boat at the docks. [The scene changes to Edward, James, Gordon, Rarity and the Fat Controller on The Sodor Line heading to Misty Island] Narrator: Far out to sea, the boat steamed through the waves. The engines and

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The Moonlit Voyage ~ Auburn Bristles

As a few of the clouds had begun to depart from the leering moon, amidst a speckle of stars, a wind had blown, taking a tiny blizzard of snowflakes with it. It sparked beauty among the madness and the lingering sorrow of this broken family… It was beginning to transform that once calloused heart of the Magistrate into something as prickly as rusted chains of grief and spite. So much loss at almost thrown him into a full storm of wrath should he never hear his son’s and daughter’s heavenly voices ever again. Locating Doc and the Gentleman was their highest priority among the Diamond being held and hidden, there was no time to waste. With a single swift throw of his hand, Frollo led the horsemen along the ruined paths, seeking alcoves and glens alike for any shred of light or breath of the living inside them, but one mark they knew to find was any sign of Quasimodo’s presence. A torn piece of cloth, blood… or even a footprint would have been a beacon of honest hope, however they were

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James and the Giant Peach: Penelope's Story Ch 9

Chapter 9: The Atlantic Ocean Inside the Giant Peach, everyone was all tangled up after being tossed around and knocked out from the rolling and everything was dark. Everyone woke up and began to groan and moan from the pain. Centipede stretched himself and his antennas pinched Earthworm’s flesh hard! “Ow! Somebody pinched me!” Earthworm yelled. “Sorry. I thought you were the Spider,” Centipede said. Offended, Miss Spider gave an indigent gasp and reached her hand over, hoping to slap Centipede. But instead, she ended up slapping Mr. Grasshopper’s behind by accident. “Ouch! What was that?” “Excuse. I thought you were the Centipede,” Miss Spider said, apologetically. Not wanting to be in a dark room anymore, Centipede turned his attention to Glowworm. “Hey, Glowworm. How about some light?” “I can’t hear you, dear. I’ll have to put my light on.” Within a moment, the green light came back on with an electrical cracking noise. Glowworm was inside of her lantern, which

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