Chapters The anvil exploded, exploding it's surroundings so that they looked exploded.
Author's Note
This story is short chaptered.
'"In Euestria, the sungoes up and he sun goes down."
Dinky placed down her quill and looked at Cheerilee. They were writing an essay about the sun and the moon, and Dinky didin't want to write about that, so Cheerilee told her she could write down what she wanted. Unlike all the other fillies, Dinky's handwriting was illegible and hard to read, littered with misspellings and bordering on not resembling writing at all. She clumsily walked to the front and handed in her paper to Cheerilee. She looked sympathetically at the young filly, and said," Will you be all right?"
Author's Note
Meow
Dear Diary, Hi there. I'm Roseluck, and I'm writing a diary. I grow roses. Most of them are red, and they sell very well. Well, I'll see you sometime soon! From your dear friend, Roseluck.
Roseluck chewed her pencil, wondering how again she had bought a diary and written exactly the same thing as the year before. She just couldn't keep up the diary for more than two days. Most of the time, she was growing roses. Their delicate flowers that just didn't go right for other ponies if they didn't look after them properly, and their delicate but sharp stems that rise into the bottom of the flower.
She kept on chewing her pencil, which she had changed to a pen. The plastic was going to wear out her teeth even more than they already were, but she dreaded going to Colgate to fix them up, as the dentist would probably issue some painful punishment. She always did, and even Celestia's guards were afraid of her, so she could walk around the street with her head up, not caring about intrusions into her life.
Roseluck looked over to the vase of roses she kept on the windowsill that overlooked the garden. Her garden had around 20 roses in it, and maybe one or two tulips for luck. The tulips seemed to shorten the amount of time the roses grew.
Roseluck sighed, placed the pencil-gone-pen and opened up her book of growing roses. In it were very detailed images of a pony using roses in recipes, planting them, growing them, sustaining them and picking them. It was literally the Book of Roses. It was the Book of Roses, which Roseluck's family had guarded ferociously over the years, hiding it from peeping eyes. She opened it to page 164, which was the page for mass production for roses, and how her business thrived. Or she would have turned to page 164, if it was there.
Author's Note
Yup. I don't know.
Twist opened her eyes and saw the sun just rising over the tops of the mountains 1 cm away from her window. She had x-ray eyes to see this, and this was very odd. she was a mutant pony who had not enjoyed being normal, so she became a mutant. That was very simple. All she had to do was get the rare flower of Antiquishipoptalando, which didn't exist, eat it, make sure she knew how to recite the 1 hour long spell of Gundrafushi and die. Simple!
Twist looked out of the window, which she did two minutes ago. She saw Pinkie Pie screaming, which she hated, because she liked the sound of no sound.The noise no sound made was perfect. Perfect... Twist liked her lips. She liked perfect. It made her whole world go round. And one day, she would be ruler of the world, and it would be perfect. No hills, no mountains. Total flatness. The ponies would look like her. She took some peppermint out of her mouth and chewed on it, letting the taste make her tastebuds be like tastebuds. Ahh, the taste of peppermint made her happy. So happy she could go back to being a normal pony. But she didn't want that. She wanted to be different. Not a pony, but a evil mutant pony.
Suddenly, a flash of light appeared in her room. An anvil appeared, exploding, and in the explosion was her deadly enemy, Celestia the unperfect pony that tainted the air of Equestria. Suddenly Twist liked her and she became a normal pony and she lived happily ever after until Pinkie Pie appeared in her bedroom eating potatoes.
Author's Note
DRAMATICNESS
