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The garden oak

I lay in dawn-less bedcovers. Unlidded dreams have come to grieve here. I cry for Horus's golden eye; Burn into my blinds so I can wonder at your being. I fashion you from words from garden boughs and forest shrines but you are crystal rain. Nothing sieves your storms. The oak will drown in muddy floods long before it thirsts. Once I thought you an earthly substrate or pulp for hungry roots to feed. You're neither; You're the pulling well that keeps the garden out of space. I took you for allevements; you are the birth and pain and bliss and death of all of life itself.

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Superstore

By 11:30pm, the relentless white lights of the OmegaMart baby aisle were starting to make Percy’s eyes water. Dressed in his freshly-minted aquamarine polo complete with the crisp yellow ‘Ω’ symbol stitched on the breast and the sensible grey slacks Mom had resurrected from his old Sunday school getup, the boy certainly looked the part. The money was good, too - or at least good enough. Still, there were definitely better ways to spend homecoming weekend. He was a Sophomore now, afterall. Wasn’t it about time he started making some friends? Mr. Angelopoulos clearly didn’t think so. Percy supposed he should have been thankful for the opportunity, but did he really have to schedule his first shift on a Friday night? At the very least, Percy was grateful he didn’t have to talk to any customers. Sure, he was wearing a uniform, but that only got you so far. At fifteen, Percy still barely stood level with the fourth shelf from the ground - even in his highest-heeled smart black loafers.

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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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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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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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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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Dasheresque 3: The Criminal Pony-jective chapter 9

Author's note To The Kid, I don't know if I got plans for that fanmake in the future. Who knows? All right, time for the next chapter.Chapter 9: Love is a DistractionWith the help of an airplane, Dasheresque makes her return to Canterlot City. Upon arriving, she heads out to the Zap Apple Tree where the Pegasus pony has gotten the flower from before.Dasheresque takes the knife out while saying, "Not to worry, tree. This is going to hurt me more than it hurts you. Okay, maybe that's a big lie I just told you right here and now, but still..."Dasheresque cut right at the tree and soon cause it to break a branch that lands onto the ground. The...

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Old Friends Meet New Friends

Author's note Okay, I should be caught up by now, so here's the next solo story, which takes shortly after "Friendship Is Magic: Canterlot Style" as well as just a couple of days after "Do Princesses Dream Of Magic Sheep?" Enjoy!Old Friends Meet New FriendsThe scene changes to the train station in where it was making it’s stop within Ponyville. And during the time of departing its travelers, there were some ponies that were recognizable. They were Minuette, Lemon Hearts, & Twinkle Shine, they were of course Twilight Sparkle’s old friends from Canterlot, how after having met their pal again, some interesting moments took place in which thei...

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Rainbow Dash's E-mails: bedtime story

Rainbow Dash's E-Mails: bedtime story"I'm still here, after all these years, checkin' my email." Rainbow sang while bringing up her e-mail. She then does up in a high-pitched voice, "Checkin' my email!"Subject: Bed-time Stories Hello Rainbow Dash, I have trouble falling asleep lately. I was wondering: can you tell me a bedtime story? Good Night. - Lilo Ponylekai Koller, TXRainbow said the last part as 'Killer Taxes' and some other stuff. She roll her eyes, the mare can't believe what she herself is being asked to do."Lilo, huh," Rainbow ask while shaking her head repeatedly. "Well, I got some news for you, kid...I AM NOT YOUR STINKING FOAL...

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TAF - NWRA Reboot Season 3 Episode 15

Thomas & Friends - North Western Railway Adventures Reboot Episode 55: Thomas’ Ghostly Payback Written by Cameron Stevens Based on the Based on the Railway Series by the Reverend W. Awdry and the Television Series by Britt Allcroft Autumn had arrived on the Island of Sodor and with it came the change in weather. Not only did the leaves on trees turn into their beautiful mix of red, orange, yellow and brown, but the weather felt slightly cooler. Not to mention that a little occasional rain and mist would swirl around the island, too. One morning at Ffarquhar, Thomas was getting ready to take Annie and Clarabel up the line. The sky was blue and he loved seeing the leaves gently flutter within the cool breeze. Until his thoughts were rudely interrupted by a ghostly sounding… “WHE-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-SH!!!” Thomas jumped as Percy pulled up alongside him, laughing at his own wit. “Don’t be frightened, Thomas!” he laughed. “It’s only me!” “Percy! Don’t do that!” Snapped Thomas crossly.

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TAFSS - Adventerous Little Engines Pt 2

Thomas & Friends – Sudrian Stories Adventerous Little Engines Written by Cameron Stevens Based on the Railway Series by the Reverend W. Awdry and the Television Series by Britt Allcroft Part 2: Duncan and the Old Mine Based on the Season 9 Episode Duncan was feeling bored and cross. He had been sent to work at the Blue Mountain Quarry for the next few weeks while Sir Handel was to take Gertrude and Millicent out as more and more passengers arrived on the Skarloey Railway. He was getting fed up with shunting stone trucks in the quarry and he wanted to get back to seeking the thrills of the railway, which unfortunately caused him to be careless which landed him into a great deal of trouble. The more trouble he caused, the longer he had to stay at the quarry. “Ugh… this is so boring..!” Moaned Duncan. “Why am I the only engine that is called to shunt slate trucks in the quarry!? I’m tired of shunting slate trucks and getting dusty! There is nothing exciting about shunting

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A Hidden Hero ~ Unveiling

Moxxie tried to turn his focus away from the beautiful diamond, feeling a sense of someone's presence inside it. "Moxxie..." Odette hummed with concern. "... had I - I'm sorry~" "Nah, just - just give me a minute..." the urge to weep leaked into his voice right then. "erm..." he took a calming breath, as he revealed something beautiful to match hers. A glorious Opal that fit in his palm. "This was... um... this was given to me, b-by someone... someone powerful..." Moxxie set it onto the table beside her treasure and both stones seemed resonate with the same energy as they were closer. He lost his ability to speak, and rested his sharp elbows on the table before him, covering his small snout in both claws as he fought the tears that were already showing in his glowing eyes. Quasimodo reached a hand across to him, and Odette reached to soothe a hand over his back. "It's all right -" Odette calmed making Moxxie to cough out a sound that was a half sob and a laugh, in one. "It's

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The Moonlit Voyage ~ Clash of Steel

Odette chose to rest her head against the thick build of the resting bear’s shoulder, tracking and taking in each deep breath he took. She spread her palm along his broad shoulder, fully recognizing the strength and the shield that resided inside — it was the very same strength that shielded her when her mind was melting from all this magic. Would it consume his mind as well? She could not and would not let that happen ~ never to him. He was hers, and she was his… No matter the distance or the change of face, they were together, ultimately and finally. The spoke of their lives before this fell through and it struck her now that even though they were together, they could not be human at once save for those few precious seconds once the moonlight would strike them both. However, the cruelty ended there because now their enemy had earned their rage. That was a permanent promise, especially deeply in the mind of the Claude Frollo as he currently obsessed with finding that sapphire

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Bronze Embers chapter 17

t’s dark. Impossibly dark. If I held my hand in front of my face I’d be unable to see it. I kept the bottoms of my feet close to the ground, feeling my way forward. Normally I preferred being barefoot but, as I padded my way into strange fuzz and unknown liquids,I found myself wishing for shoes. I kept my right hand on the wall, my fingertips brushing against stone and bone. I’d only made the mistake of further investigating a strange texture once, I quickly moved on once I realized my fingers were probing the eye socket of some poor soul's skull. I shuddered, and it wasn’t from the cold, though these stone hallways were plenty chilly. My finger stumbled off the wall and into emptiness and I halted my exploration. I fished my flint from my pocket and reached in further for its stone. My hand brushed the smooth edge of the little bronze bell and my heart quickened. I needed to speed this up or I’d never find him in time. The stone fell into my hand and I struck it against the flint

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Swimsuit Cruise Ch 23

At least there was plenty of other people - some of them with superior posteriors - along the track. I managed to keep one mid-twenties woman wearing blue leggings in my sight for most of the way, though I think Shelly might’ve slowed down - perhaps intentionally - once she got my intentions. Fortunately, there were plenty more to follow. Perhaps as punishment, though, we did six laps. All the same, this was a good run, and a good workout. Following our run, we returned to the stateroom to get clean once more. Though there was no longer time for a good, relaxing shower, we made haste as the morning meeting was scheduled for nine. I reminded myself that there was a madness to the method; er, a method to the madness. I might’ve even carried Shelly through the shower, even though there was a good seat. We were efficient, I promise. Once Shelly got her legs back, the two of us got dressed and made our way down to the conference room. I was pleased to learn that it would be a

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Swimsuit Cruise Ch 22

We later met up with Mandy, Nick and Michelle, who met with us outside of the Red Frog Pub. Even though the pub itself was closed at that early hour, we were still able to find a table to meet and chat. Shelly and I laid out what we knew to be available, before giving our friends a chance to contribute. “I read something about a dune buggy experience,” Nick said. “We tried to get it on Tuesday, but it was already booked solid.” “What was that supposed to be like?” Shelly asked. “Just like it sounds,” Mandy said. “They take a large dune buggy vehicle, I imagine that holds four to six riders and a driver, who then drive around the dunes north of the beach.” “Do they give you helmets?” Shelly asked. Mandy giggled. “Yeah, I imagine they’d make people sign all kinds of wavers if they didn’t.” “For what it’s worth, though,” Nick said, “I read at least two reviewers say that they didn’t feel great afterwards.” For the next few moments, Michelle googled stuff on her phone, as did

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Swimsuit Cruise Ch 21

As picturesque as it was under the water, Raine and Shelly both agreed that Occulus Lake from the surface was nothing like a lake back home. So, we didn’t take any more contest photos here, only documenting the location with a simple landscape photograph. Michelle may have wanted to explore more, but now knowing what we learned below, thankfully, she was discouraged easily enough. Instead, the girls got dressed while Victor and I packed up our gear. Our group headed back to Francisco’s ranch, giving us a good forty minutes to visit with Francisco and Meina, as well as their grown son Julian who might’ve been home from college, though I did not hear where he currently lived nor where he was taking classes. I would learn more about Francisco’s seven children, of whom Julian was the youngest and the only one currently on the island, as several had moved to the states while another still lived in Nassau. Suppose it goes without saying that JM was a proud uncle, indeed. Dinner

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The garden oak

I lay in dawn-less bedcovers. Unlidded dreams have come to grieve here. I cry for Horus's golden eye; Burn into my blinds so I can wonder at your being. I fashion you from words from garden boughs and forest shrines but you are crystal rain. Nothing sieves your storms. The oak will drown in muddy floods long before it thirsts. Once I thought you an earthly substrate or pulp for hungry roots to feed. You're neither; You're the pulling well that keeps the garden out of space. I took you for allevements; you are the birth and pain and bliss and death of all of life itself.

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Superstore

By 11:30pm, the relentless white lights of the OmegaMart baby aisle were starting to make Percy’s eyes water. Dressed in his freshly-minted aquamarine polo complete with the crisp yellow ‘Ω’ symbol stitched on the breast and the sensible grey slacks Mom had resurrected from his old Sunday school getup, the boy certainly looked the part. The money was good, too - or at least good enough. Still, there were definitely better ways to spend homecoming weekend. He was a Sophomore now, afterall. Wasn’t it about time he started making some friends? Mr. Angelopoulos clearly didn’t think so. Percy supposed he should have been thankful for the opportunity, but did he really have to schedule his first shift on a Friday night? At the very least, Percy was grateful he didn’t have to talk to any customers. Sure, he was wearing a uniform, but that only got you so far. At fifteen, Percy still barely stood level with the fourth shelf from the ground - even in his highest-heeled smart black loafers.

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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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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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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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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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Dasheresque 3: The Criminal Pony-jective chapter 9

Author's note To The Kid, I don't know if I got plans for that fanmake in the future. Who knows? All right, time for the next chapter.Chapter 9: Love is a DistractionWith the help of an airplane, Dasheresque makes her return to Canterlot City. Upon arriving, she heads out to the Zap Apple Tree where the Pegasus pony has gotten the flower from before.Dasheresque takes the knife out while saying, "Not to worry, tree. This is going to hurt me more than it hurts you. Okay, maybe that's a big lie I just told you right here and now, but still..."Dasheresque cut right at the tree and soon cause it to break a branch that lands onto the ground. The...

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Old Friends Meet New Friends

Author's note Okay, I should be caught up by now, so here's the next solo story, which takes shortly after "Friendship Is Magic: Canterlot Style" as well as just a couple of days after "Do Princesses Dream Of Magic Sheep?" Enjoy!Old Friends Meet New FriendsThe scene changes to the train station in where it was making it’s stop within Ponyville. And during the time of departing its travelers, there were some ponies that were recognizable. They were Minuette, Lemon Hearts, & Twinkle Shine, they were of course Twilight Sparkle’s old friends from Canterlot, how after having met their pal again, some interesting moments took place in which thei...

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Rainbow Dash's E-mails: bedtime story

Rainbow Dash's E-Mails: bedtime story"I'm still here, after all these years, checkin' my email." Rainbow sang while bringing up her e-mail. She then does up in a high-pitched voice, "Checkin' my email!"Subject: Bed-time Stories Hello Rainbow Dash, I have trouble falling asleep lately. I was wondering: can you tell me a bedtime story? Good Night. - Lilo Ponylekai Koller, TXRainbow said the last part as 'Killer Taxes' and some other stuff. She roll her eyes, the mare can't believe what she herself is being asked to do."Lilo, huh," Rainbow ask while shaking her head repeatedly. "Well, I got some news for you, kid...I AM NOT YOUR STINKING FOAL...

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TAF - NWRA Reboot Season 3 Episode 15

Thomas & Friends - North Western Railway Adventures Reboot Episode 55: Thomas’ Ghostly Payback Written by Cameron Stevens Based on the Based on the Railway Series by the Reverend W. Awdry and the Television Series by Britt Allcroft Autumn had arrived on the Island of Sodor and with it came the change in weather. Not only did the leaves on trees turn into their beautiful mix of red, orange, yellow and brown, but the weather felt slightly cooler. Not to mention that a little occasional rain and mist would swirl around the island, too. One morning at Ffarquhar, Thomas was getting ready to take Annie and Clarabel up the line. The sky was blue and he loved seeing the leaves gently flutter within the cool breeze. Until his thoughts were rudely interrupted by a ghostly sounding… “WHE-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-SH!!!” Thomas jumped as Percy pulled up alongside him, laughing at his own wit. “Don’t be frightened, Thomas!” he laughed. “It’s only me!” “Percy! Don’t do that!” Snapped Thomas crossly.

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TAFSS - Adventerous Little Engines Pt 2

Thomas & Friends – Sudrian Stories Adventerous Little Engines Written by Cameron Stevens Based on the Railway Series by the Reverend W. Awdry and the Television Series by Britt Allcroft Part 2: Duncan and the Old Mine Based on the Season 9 Episode Duncan was feeling bored and cross. He had been sent to work at the Blue Mountain Quarry for the next few weeks while Sir Handel was to take Gertrude and Millicent out as more and more passengers arrived on the Skarloey Railway. He was getting fed up with shunting stone trucks in the quarry and he wanted to get back to seeking the thrills of the railway, which unfortunately caused him to be careless which landed him into a great deal of trouble. The more trouble he caused, the longer he had to stay at the quarry. “Ugh… this is so boring..!” Moaned Duncan. “Why am I the only engine that is called to shunt slate trucks in the quarry!? I’m tired of shunting slate trucks and getting dusty! There is nothing exciting about shunting

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A Hidden Hero ~ Unveiling

Moxxie tried to turn his focus away from the beautiful diamond, feeling a sense of someone's presence inside it. "Moxxie..." Odette hummed with concern. "... had I - I'm sorry~" "Nah, just - just give me a minute..." the urge to weep leaked into his voice right then. "erm..." he took a calming breath, as he revealed something beautiful to match hers. A glorious Opal that fit in his palm. "This was... um... this was given to me, b-by someone... someone powerful..." Moxxie set it onto the table beside her treasure and both stones seemed resonate with the same energy as they were closer. He lost his ability to speak, and rested his sharp elbows on the table before him, covering his small snout in both claws as he fought the tears that were already showing in his glowing eyes. Quasimodo reached a hand across to him, and Odette reached to soothe a hand over his back. "It's all right -" Odette calmed making Moxxie to cough out a sound that was a half sob and a laugh, in one. "It's

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The Moonlit Voyage ~ Clash of Steel

Odette chose to rest her head against the thick build of the resting bear’s shoulder, tracking and taking in each deep breath he took. She spread her palm along his broad shoulder, fully recognizing the strength and the shield that resided inside — it was the very same strength that shielded her when her mind was melting from all this magic. Would it consume his mind as well? She could not and would not let that happen ~ never to him. He was hers, and she was his… No matter the distance or the change of face, they were together, ultimately and finally. The spoke of their lives before this fell through and it struck her now that even though they were together, they could not be human at once save for those few precious seconds once the moonlight would strike them both. However, the cruelty ended there because now their enemy had earned their rage. That was a permanent promise, especially deeply in the mind of the Claude Frollo as he currently obsessed with finding that sapphire

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Bronze Embers chapter 17

t’s dark. Impossibly dark. If I held my hand in front of my face I’d be unable to see it. I kept the bottoms of my feet close to the ground, feeling my way forward. Normally I preferred being barefoot but, as I padded my way into strange fuzz and unknown liquids,I found myself wishing for shoes. I kept my right hand on the wall, my fingertips brushing against stone and bone. I’d only made the mistake of further investigating a strange texture once, I quickly moved on once I realized my fingers were probing the eye socket of some poor soul's skull. I shuddered, and it wasn’t from the cold, though these stone hallways were plenty chilly. My finger stumbled off the wall and into emptiness and I halted my exploration. I fished my flint from my pocket and reached in further for its stone. My hand brushed the smooth edge of the little bronze bell and my heart quickened. I needed to speed this up or I’d never find him in time. The stone fell into my hand and I struck it against the flint

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Swimsuit Cruise Ch 23

At least there was plenty of other people - some of them with superior posteriors - along the track. I managed to keep one mid-twenties woman wearing blue leggings in my sight for most of the way, though I think Shelly might’ve slowed down - perhaps intentionally - once she got my intentions. Fortunately, there were plenty more to follow. Perhaps as punishment, though, we did six laps. All the same, this was a good run, and a good workout. Following our run, we returned to the stateroom to get clean once more. Though there was no longer time for a good, relaxing shower, we made haste as the morning meeting was scheduled for nine. I reminded myself that there was a madness to the method; er, a method to the madness. I might’ve even carried Shelly through the shower, even though there was a good seat. We were efficient, I promise. Once Shelly got her legs back, the two of us got dressed and made our way down to the conference room. I was pleased to learn that it would be a

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Swimsuit Cruise Ch 22

We later met up with Mandy, Nick and Michelle, who met with us outside of the Red Frog Pub. Even though the pub itself was closed at that early hour, we were still able to find a table to meet and chat. Shelly and I laid out what we knew to be available, before giving our friends a chance to contribute. “I read something about a dune buggy experience,” Nick said. “We tried to get it on Tuesday, but it was already booked solid.” “What was that supposed to be like?” Shelly asked. “Just like it sounds,” Mandy said. “They take a large dune buggy vehicle, I imagine that holds four to six riders and a driver, who then drive around the dunes north of the beach.” “Do they give you helmets?” Shelly asked. Mandy giggled. “Yeah, I imagine they’d make people sign all kinds of wavers if they didn’t.” “For what it’s worth, though,” Nick said, “I read at least two reviewers say that they didn’t feel great afterwards.” For the next few moments, Michelle googled stuff on her phone, as did

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Swimsuit Cruise Ch 21

As picturesque as it was under the water, Raine and Shelly both agreed that Occulus Lake from the surface was nothing like a lake back home. So, we didn’t take any more contest photos here, only documenting the location with a simple landscape photograph. Michelle may have wanted to explore more, but now knowing what we learned below, thankfully, she was discouraged easily enough. Instead, the girls got dressed while Victor and I packed up our gear. Our group headed back to Francisco’s ranch, giving us a good forty minutes to visit with Francisco and Meina, as well as their grown son Julian who might’ve been home from college, though I did not hear where he currently lived nor where he was taking classes. I would learn more about Francisco’s seven children, of whom Julian was the youngest and the only one currently on the island, as several had moved to the states while another still lived in Nassau. Suppose it goes without saying that JM was a proud uncle, indeed. Dinner

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