Springtime; Ponyville.by The FrankChaptersReminiscings.Ani DiFrancoNumber 14A McCartney-momentAll along the watchtowerSome mornings are worse than others for Carrot Top.A poem on a wallReminiscings.Rainbow Dash was sitting on the balcony of the Golden Oaks library, eyes closed, dreaming. She loved these mornings when she was the first one awake, in the stillness and the silence. It was a lovely April morning. The temperature was just right to not be too cold, but still had crispness. The sky was almost completely clear blue except for a couple of clouds slowly moving northeast. It was even better when it was raining and the sound of raindrops on the leaves turned all of Ponyville into an oasis of tranquillity, but this kind of morning was pretty awesome too. Rainbow opened her eyes. She looked at the sky. It was a great day for flying. Maybe a little trip to that cloud there would be nice. It was a really big cloud and... Dang, it looked a bit like Cloudsdale. Cloudsdale... Rainbow gazed and let her mind drift. Reality blurred with daydreams, and pretty soon, the cloud had turned into the real Cloudsdale. Cloudsdale... Rainbow could see the magnificent, majestic buildings and the rainbow falls shining in the morning sun. The first weather patrol was already at work. She could almost hear the bickering from the managers and the sighs from the pegasi workers who hated the early mornings. There were also civilians, just taking a slow morning flight, perhaps with the thought of getting some breakfast on a nice cloud. On the highest cloud there was the Rainbow Factory. Fresh clouds were erupting from the main gate. Ah, the smell of fresh clouds in the morning... Rainbow remembered that feeling of a job well done. She could see herself standing on the bridge, with her colleagues around her. Their faces were a bit blurry, except for the guy in brown on her left. It was Feather Hooves, the assistant manager. Oh, and there was Derpy Hooves, with a reclaimed rain cloud. It was raining upwards. Typical. There were other pegasi, most of them without distinct faces, some of them without colour. Rainbow couldn't remember them other than as ponies just passing by... But there was that mare with the red mane... Her colleague in cloud mending. Oh, what was her name again... She had that really annoying voice... The pony with the red mane suddenly got a mouth and a high pitched "blah blah blah" came out of it... But she was still pretty sweet. Oh dang, what was the name... Oh yeah. Sky Screamer. Despite that incredibly irritating voice, she was a nice pony.... In small doses. The featureless face suddenly got eyes and a muzzle and a sweet smile. Something black flew through Rainbow's view. What was that? Some kind of bird? In Rainbow's blurry vision, the bird became the Wonderbolts. The next thing she knew, she was up there with them. She was flying in a five piece formation with herself in the middle, Soarin and Lightning Dust on her left, Scarlet Scrambler and Cloud Kicker on her right. It was perfect. They were at the very end of the routine. First a perfectly synchronized loop. Then a "Maverick", where ponies 1, 3 and 5 performed a Hammerhead with a reversed end and ponies 2 and 4 did a tail slide. While seemingly out of sync, they all ended up in a perfect line. Then they finished with a Pugachev's cobra. The adrenaline, the pressure on her wings... Ah, this was life. Somewhere behind her she could hear Spitfire screaming, "IS THAT THE BEST YOU CAN DO? NOW GET UP THERE AND DO SOME REAL MOVES!" Those words only encouraged Rainbow, and with a slow nod to her wingponies, she made a quick turn to the left. Now they were going big, the false Lumcovac. From the ground, it looked like random movements and free, uncontrolled falling, but it was in fact an asynchronous and very slow execution of a Cuban eight, with the pegasi only rotating around themselves, followed by roll after perfectly aligned barrel roll. It demanded a lot of training, but it was very simple and extremely efficient. Rainbow snickered. Then, all of a sudden, there was another sound, tiny hooves stepping over the floor. There were murmurs of small voices inside. Now the sun was rising. The day began for real. Cloudsdale dissolved into a cloud again and the Wonderbolts disappeared in the far west, almost looking like a flock of crows. Rainbow heard the balcony door open. Her mind was immediately brought back down from the sky to the ground by the little pegasus filly that came crashing down on her, giving her a big hug. "Mummy!" Rainbow looked at her daughter. She had purple fur, a red mane, and cyan eyes, the best of both worlds. There was no trick that could beat the feeling of having this little thing. "Morning, Sparky! Sleep well?" "Yeah... But Glowing stole my blanket again," her daughter said with a pout. "Oh, did she? Well, that's what babies do, you know. Just steal it back. You’re the big sister. Show her who's the boss!" "I wanted to... But mom says that's not nice." "Ehhh... Well, mom knows best, I guess... But what can we do to make you feel better..." She lowered her voice to a whisper. "Alright, let's get some junk food consolation! I say let's go down and eat a whole jar of cookies for breakfast! If we're quick, mom won't see us!" The eyes of the little filly started to glow. "Yay! Cookies!" "Ehhhrrm..." A grunt was heard behind them. They turned around, and there stood Twilight with little Glowing in her hooves. Rainbow put her hooves to her cheek and gasped in mock-surprise. "Awww darn, squirt. We're busted!" Twilight looked at her wife and oldest daughter with an equally mocking disapproving look. "What did I just hear? COOKIES for breakfast? Now that is the most... Awesome idea! Sparkling, go get the cookie jar, sweetie. I have the drinks already!" Sparkling Bolt jumped down from Rainbow's knee and ran for the kitchen. Twilight levitated two mugs of coffee and two mugs of milk to the table. She gave her wife a kiss and buried her muzzle in her mane. "You smell like spring, Dashie... Mmm..." Rainbow took Glowing in her embrace. The baby filly cuddled herself up and pretty soon she fell asleep in her mommy’s hooves. "Sleepy, just like her mother." "Yeah... And just like her, she's beautiful." "Awww... Twi, you sweet talker... But you’re right. I am beautiful!" "Have you been up long?" "A while. I like mornings. I was just sitting there, thinking, you know." "Mhm..." Twilight gave her wife another kiss and a hug from behind. "And what were you thinking about?" Rainbow thought. She thought about the Wonderbolts, the sonic rainboom, the feeling of flying... Then she looked at her wife, her sleeping little filly and the sounds of their bigger filly messing around in the kitchen. She caught the scent of spring, she heard the sound of the birds, and in the distance she heard the sounds of a Ponyville awakening to another beautiful day. "I was thinking how there's really no place like home," she said, and gave her wife a long, deep kiss. Author's Note Rainbow Dash's daughters are called Sparkling Bolt and Glowing Sunset. They are like 4-5 and 1-2 tears old. And Rainbow is still a member of the wonderbolts, she just went into the reserve so she could be with her family. Also, this story takes place in a world where season 3 and 4 doesn't exist. Hence the AU tag. It was easier that way. just in case you are wondering. Edited on the 15th of July by wdeleon Ani DiFrancoRainbow Dash being up early was still something out of the ordinary to most ponies, even if it had become more frequent over the years. For Applejack to be up early, however, was more like asking, "does a bear take a dump in the woods?" Applejack walked through the mostly empty streets of Ponyville. Even though she could also smell the crisp spring air, she didn't really think about it. She didn't pay any particular attention to the birds, although her farmer's mind did notice that a sunny day would mean she'd have to water the corn fields. That single thought was just a minor distraction. Pretty soon her mind drifted back to the big thing at hoof, the thing that had been on her mind constantly for almost three weeks. It was the thing that would arrive at the train station at 6:32. She's coming home today. Not sure how I should feel about that. In a way, I'm happy. It's been a long time. Much too long. Alright, not THAT much. Just three weeks. But still... Yeah, she's been gone before, but that was temporary. And it was never an issue then, she just went away for a couple of days and then came home. ... So why, for the love of Pete, did this time have to be different? She's made up her mind. She must have. I don't want to hear it, but I don't think I can live without her decision. Whatever it is, it must be better than what we have now. ... "I'm not sure what I feel" she said. "I need to make up my mind, I need to think." "I need time" you said. And so...I gave it to you. You got time. You had time. Please say that it was enough. That you know what you want. That you want...Me...? Is that even what I want? Heh, Rainbow and Twilight are sure up early. Guess it's the kids. Eyup, one of these days there'll be kids at Sweet Apple Acres, too. Not mine, though. I'll just stick to being an aunt. If she decides she wants kids, what the hay do I do then? Well, whaddayouknow. Kissing at sunrise. That's more than I expected from those two. I didn't want you to go. At least... not like that. You thought we needed a break. A pause. We needed to try some time without each other. Yeah, sure... I understand that we have problems and I can understand that this is an idea that you thought would work out for us, but... I don't. I don't like this. I agreed, because... Because I'll do what it takes to make this work. We're both in this relationship, y'know? Sure as hay it doesn't work now, and the weeks before you left... I don't wanna think about 'em.... Still kissing? Get a room, you two. Well, at least only having eyes for each other means that they won't see me. No, this was no idea of mine. This was your way. But I shouldn't jump to conclusions, it's just a short break. Just a short break... Just... Oh, come on! This is not a short break! Say it! You already had your mind made up back then! So just say it, okay? Tell me you're leaving! Tell me you finally came to the conclusion that this'll never work and that you're going away for good! Say it! Please... Please don't say that. Please don't. Please don't say you're leaving. Damn you, mare! I HAVE missed you. These weeks...it sure got me thinking. Those first days...they felt really nice. No bickering, no hoitytoiting, no messing with my mane, no halfhearted attempts to do farming. Although, you did get better. And my mane... needs some brushing. And you actually made the kitchen look nice, with those embroidered designs. Okay, I missed every part of you. Even the mane-messing. Damn it, mare! Please come home and faint in disgust over how much mud there is in the kitchen so it feels like HOME again. Alright, maybe you can stop doing that... To be honest, we need to talk more. And we need to do more things together that aren't farm-related. And we need to... Does Rainbow have a wingboner? At this time of day? Yeah, we need to do that, too. More of that. I don't care what you're going to say. And if you want to leave, I'm going to do everything I can to make you change your mind. Because I love you, you stupid, drama-queening, whining, vanity-loving you. And that's the bottom line. I love you. Rarity sighed as the train approached Ponyville station. Home. Too soon. No, not too soon. She just didn't want the trip to end. She didn't want to face her problem. She didn't want to decide. She went away to think. Most of the time had been work, but some nights her thoughts had been unbearable. And this trainride... it had been Tartarus. Why did I even say it out loud? I mean... Everything worked out. We had everything. And still... I said it, that I wanted to take a break, to try to live apart for a while. It hurt so much to say, and even though, I felt it to be necesarry. And it was really such a relief to say. A relief... yes. And it was because I wasn't sure. I wasn't sure I wanted to be with her anymore. And why wasn't I sure? Come now, Rarity, thats just childish thinking, we have a good life. We have everything, we... We don't have everything. We are arguing, we are disagreeing, we are from two different worlds! When was the last time we actually had a conversation about something we both found interesting? We never talk. I don't want to talk to her. And why should I, she doesn't even listen. 'Cant yer talk 'bout somethang intrestin', hun' ?' 'Hoity-toity? Well, that's all nice n'all, but them trees ain' buckin' themselves' Why should I even bother talking when she doesn't care about the things I talk about? I'm afraid to talk to her. I remember when I found her accent cute. But now... I wanted this break. I needed this break! We haven't broken up! We're still a couple! We just put our relationship on hold. Nothing more! Nothing more. So why does it feel like we broke up? Why is it so painful? Why don't they have a telephone at the farm? No! This was good! It was good that we took a break. If it's good, how come you cried yourself to sleep almost every night you were in Canterlot? Because I wanted her to be there. Because I don't care if we have nothing to talk about, because I DON'T CARE if she cares about my work or not. I need her. But still, do I really have feelings for her? Now, Rarity Belle, that doesn't even make sense! Here you are sitting, telling yourself how much you need her, how much you want her, and then you wonder if you have FEELINGS for her? Yes yes... I have feelings but... Is it just flank calls? Is it that I just don't want to be alone? Or... Do I really want HER... That's the question. Oh. I see... ... I mean... Sure, it was intense when we started dating, but... I never thought of how I really felt. I was in love. But to be honest... I don't know if I really loved her then, or if it just was the feeling of being in love, that I loved. I mean, how can I go back? How can I be a good marefriend when everything is based on uncertainties? What do I want? ... Pro: She's honest, she's pretty, she's got beautiful eyes, and if it wasn't for her, I would never be where I am today. Well, that's not completely true, I mean, it is MY talent... But without her stubborn belief that I would succeed, I'm not sure I would have survived. Con: She's stubborn. It's her way, or the hay way. When she's tired, hungry or just plain irritated, it doesn't matter what anypony does, it's still no good. And she never forgets anything. Oh, when we argue, she can throw something in my face that I said a month ago! A month! I don't even remember saying it! And... I even miss that. We can't go on like this! This is so wrong. Why should two ponies try to stay in a relationship if they only hurt each other and don't really care? I don't deserve to have a marefriend that acts like she does. Eh... Scratch that. She's exactly the kind of marefriend I deserve. But she doesn't deserve to be stuck with me. She's a much better pony than to have to settle for this. I mean, why should two ponies stay together when they irritate and nag each other and can't stop complaining? Because they... lo.. love... Each other. But... Oh. Oh. So THAT'S where we're going. Alright then. That was a bit hard to say. I haven't really said it for a while. The last time we hit the hay doesn't count. You say all sorts of stupid things when in heat. When was the last time I said it and really meant every word? ... So that's the bottom line, then. I have to know if I can say it. Okay, let's settle this. I'll... I'll try to say it loud. If I can't... Then it's over. ... Okay, here goes. I love her. What? Did I just say that? I love her! Where did this warm feeling in my tummy come from? And why does the sight of Ponyville from the train, sparkling and shimmering in the early morning sun looks so... Inviting? I AM in love, and I love her! Well, that was a surprise. So, I just said that I love her, loud enough for the whole train to hear, and... That was it? That was all it took? and I needed THREE WEEKS in Canterlot to figure that out...? She would think I'm insane. But on the other hand... She already does. I hope she'll pick me up. I can't wait to see her! And whatever I do with my work, she... Oh, the hay with work! That can wait! ... " I LOVE HER!" ... The train approached the platform of Ponyville station, and with a final grinding of the breaks it came to a halt. Not many ponies were on this train, but it was only 6:32 in the morning. Most Ponyville commuters went from there to Canterlot in the morning. The instant the train stopped, a white unicorn jumped out of it. She spotted an orange earth pony, who also spotted her at the same time. They both ran for each other, eager to share a kiss. Author's Note There is really no logic behind this, it's just the way your mind wanders. I tried to capture that. Not sure it worked, but worth a try. revised at the 15th of July by wedeleon. Thanks! Number 14This bright and sunny April day, Pinkie Pie was alone. She gazed from her window to the streets below. Pinkie had decided years ago that she was never going to let anypony share her quarters, at least not on a permanent basis. She was always there for her friends, of course. Nopony should have any doubts about that! A select few had, over the years, been invited to share her bed. Most of the time, though, this room was Pinkie's fortress against the world. That does sound a bit harsh, and she never used that word herself in public. It was only with herself that she referred to her place with that word, because Pinkie never wanted to offend anypony, at least not intentionally. Some ponies wondered why Pinkie never seemed to find her special somepony. There were a lot of reasons. First of all, Pinkie loved being in love. She loved the feeling of butterflies, the thrill of the first kisses, the tense feeling of being apart... But she hated the everyday life part afterwards. Therefore, her relationships lasted about three or four months, then she broke it off without regret, stayed alone for a while, and found somepony new. Second, Pinkie Pie loved the world. If she had to spend too much time with just one pony, the others would be sad not to have Pinkie Pie. The third reason was the mornings, because whatever relationship she was in, or whatever kind of party she had thrown, she always ended up in her room. She needed her own secluded private chamber, her fortress. Those mornings, she never wanted to share with anypony. It may seem like Pinkie was some kind of crazy pony, secretly hating everypony else. Nothing could be further from the truth. Pinkie LOVED everypony. Well, except for Gilda, Discord, Sombra, Chrysalis... There was a long list of those she didn't love, but everypony else, she did. To be the bestest party pony ever, and to always be on top and ready, when it was time to rest she needed to relax totally. She needed to fade out. She had tried different things over the years, until she realised that if she wanted to relax, she had to shut herself down completely. To do that, she needed to be alone. She needed to be secluded behind the walls of her fortress. The process was simple enough. First, she sat by the window with her journal. She wrote down the events of the previous night: what had been good, what needed to be improved, and what had gone totally wrong, let’s not do that again. She threw occasional glances at the street. She saw Applejack walking to the train station. She made a note to remember to throw them either a "great-you're-back-together"-party or a "sorry-you-broke-up"-party. Hopefully it would be the former, since then the cake would taste better. After that final note, she closed the journal. After that, she poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down at her table. She took a small sip. When she put the cup down, it shook a bit, and a little bit of the dark beverage spilled outside the rim. Three small drops were hanging on the edge. Pinkie looked at them. The one in the middle was the biggest. Slowly, but surely, it started moving down towards the table. One inch... Two inches... Three inches... And it stopped. There was a small little stain on the cup, probably chocolate, that kept the drop from moving. Pinkie looked at it for a while, then her eyes went to the other two drops. The one on the right had started to move, but it didn’t go in a straight line. Apparently the cup was a tiny bit uneven, so the drop descended one inch... Then a little turn to the right... And then another inch... And another... Now it started to slow down. It was the smallest drop, and most likely it would dry out before it reached the table. Pinkie Pie followed it with her eyes. Another inch... And another one... Nope, it ran dry. Nothing more. Pinkie Pie closed her eyes. The butterflies in her stomach had gone away now, and her brain had started to calm down. The process was on its merry way. The drop on the far left had started to move now. It was the second largest, and it rolled down in a straight line at a good speed. One inch... Two inches... Three inches... With nothing really obstructing its way, it kept going, and finally reached the table and formed a small puddle. Pinkie Pie turned her attention to the last drop, the one in the middle. It was still stuck at the chocolate stain. Pinkie Pie kept looking at it for a while. When nothing happened, she grabbed the cup, and slowly, slowly she tilted it the side. Not now... Not now... Not now... But... Now the drop got loose. Two inches left to the table. Maybe some part of the chocolate had dissolved in it, because the drop looked a little browner that before. It was also notably slower. One inch more... And another inch... And then it stopped at the lower rim of the cup. It hung on the edge, like it was afraid to fall. It clung like it was afraid of the big blue scary unknown that was under it. Though it knew the fall was inevitable, it still clung to the cup, like a scared child to its mother. Pinkie Pie waited. Finally, like a leap of faith, the drop released itself from the cup. For a fraction of a second, it fell free and just floated in the air, like a bird or a cloud. For just a tiny moment, it was free, an individual, one unique singularity! ... And then it became a part of the table. Pinkie took another sip of coffee. It was almost finished now. For the last part, she needed to go over to her bed. That was the most recent add-on to the ritual, and it was simply based on the fact that if she fell asleep sitting on a chair, she'd get a sore neck. The first times she performed this ritual, she was too easily distracted and had to put cardboard over her windows, but that was long ago. As she lay on the bed, she could see the blue sky, and the red rays of the rising sun far to her left. She could hear the sounds of the awakening city. She heard the birds, and the wind in the trees. She could even hear two familiar voices saying, "I love you most!" and "No, ah love you most!", in a mix of affection and irritation. None of that disturbed Pinkie now. She was at peace. Until she decided to switch back on, she was walled off from the world. It was time for the last part. It was a rhyme, loaded with her personal magic. She closed her eyes, and then she murmured to herself: "Leave the past day behind, let the old dreams die Let the past be the past, Pinkamena Pie Every day you must paint the world anew Never let the old fun obscure the new Meet the newborn day with open hooves whatever will come, tomorrow never knows." With those words, she drifted off to sleep, charging up for another day of fun. Author's Note Proofread and edited by wdeleon. Tablas: Anil Bhagwat. A McCartney-momentI need to write a song. Not that I have to, I need to. I awoke like two hours ago. Diamond is still sleeping. Maybe I could write a song about that? I watch you when you’re sleeping, I see that you’ve been weeping… But she hasn’t been weeping. Oh, come on, artistic freedom! She doesn’t even need to know I wrote about her. But she always thinks I write about her. Even “the song about a hole” is about her, in her opinion. She accused me for being dirty. No, I don’t want to write about her. Alright then, let’s start with something stupid… the chorus. Something that can be applied to anything. Hmm. You know that I love you, and can’t be without you, turn eighteen tomorrow and I can’t believe you… No, I’ll never leave you. That’s better. You know that I love you, and can’t be without you turn eighteen tomorrow and will never leave you. That’s good. Cheesy, but good. I can work that into anything. So, what for the verse… Love? No, that’s boring. I always write about love. Oh, crap, this is hopeless. I’m just sitting here, alone, a morning in ponyville, bored to death and I can’t even wake up my marefriend and make out with her to pass time… hmm… that’s an idea! I sit alone, its break of dawn…hmmm… this day I think I move my lawn…Ehrm…no. Dawn…pawn, clown, down, drawn, barn, yawn… ok, why not. I sit alone, it’s break of dawn, and I can’t holding back a yawn This day will be just like before, a long and winding dreadful bore! Yeah! But the radio plays: You know that I love you, and can’t be without you turn eighteen tomorrow and will never leave you. Do I really want to write about a boring pony? Ah, who cares, I’m on a roll here! Alright, now for the second verse… I am sixteen and tired of life… a bit too melodramatic… oh, what the hay, I can release it as a B-side. Living on the edge of a knife… no. An endless row of trouble and strife... ok, I can swing with that. This day just feels like a big “no”…hmm… and if it ain’t please let me know! Hah! Gold! But the radio plays: You know that I love you, and can’t be without you turn eighteen tomorrow and will never leave you. And then a bridge… I wish I was somepony else, a popstar, actress, bull from wales… oh, CELESTIA NO! A popstar, actress… else dosen’t rhyme with anything! Damn… I wish I was somepony new HA HA! A popstar, actress, princess too… I’ll get back to that one And no more mornings will be boring, no… I will have so much fun to do. Aaaand chorus. Fade out. That’s not that bad for thirty minutes of work! Some strings and horns, and I have a hit! Now I just need to…”oh, good morning, Liebchen!” “You are a bad marefriend, Sweetie. No good morning kiss, no cuddling, no nuzzling, no… have you written a new song? Oh Oh Oh Sing it! Is it about me?” Author's Note And the last challenge from my friend. Write a story one page long. And, suffering from writers block, why not write about somepony who doesn't? Oh, the song is a bit inspired by this piece. Oh, and if your wondering about Sweetie Belles career, I think this is pretty much how it sounds. All along the watchtowerThe details make all the difference, that's the simple truth. This morning could have been totally different. It was all because of Applejack that it was the way it was. When Applejack left the farm for the train station that morning, she noticed a tennis ball laying on the ground outside the farmhouse. A tennis ball usually has no business on a farm, but Sweet Apple Acres do have a dog, and sometimes Rainbow Dash comes over for games. Therefore, the ball was no surprise to Applejack, and she paid no real attention to it. This is where those details come in. Applejack had a choice. She could put it away, she could kick it, or she could just not care. Applejack was tidy, though, and not about to just let it lay there. Usually she probably would have put it away, but this morning she had a lot of things on her mind. With her thoughts someplace else, she kicked the tennis ball across the yard. That was nothing special, until the ball rolled into the chicken coop. That caused some havoc among the hens, and one of them ran out of the coop and into the open. Unfortunately for her, a fox was lurking around, and although the area was protected by a fence, the fox still made a run at the hen. However, as was the usual on the farm because of situations just like this, Winona was loose and she in turn made a run for the fox. The fox was scared out of its skin when Winona came running round the corner. In fact, it panicked so badly that it accidentally ran into a drainpipe, which came loose with a small 'bang' and some screeching. That in turn made some mice that lived in the wall feel the need to flee for their lives, and they scrambled over the roof beams. On the beam was a coating of dust. The mice didn't stir up that much of a slipstream, but it was enough for the dust to fall down into the room below, and right into the nostrils of a yellow pegasus who was sleeping there. She sneezed in her sleep, and that, in turn, woke Big Macintosh. Instead of just going back to sleep, he sat up, and looked at the mare next to him. He started to think to himself. Now the story begins for real. ... She's beautiful when she's asleep. Sometimes I wake up at night and it's impossible to go back to sleep when all I want to do is watch her. I never told her I'm doin' this, though. I think she'd freak if she knew. It's not that I'm watching over her or guarding her, I know that she doesn't need that. She can be tough when she has to be. She's only grown stronger over the years. It's just that... She's just so darn beautiful when she's asleep. It's a sight I think I could watch forever. It's the most beautiful thing I've seen. Not that it's bad when she's awake, either. She has this habit of stretching out when she's just barely awake. Like a cat... Yeah, just like a cat, making herself as long as possible. I can really see those long legs and that agile body. She stretches her wings too. Darn, the first few times we woke up together she almost poked out my eye. I only told her once, and the poor thing was embarrassed for a week. Heh, she ended up tying her wings down just to make sure... I shoulda seen that one coming. It took me a month to convince her that it was okay and that I just needed to move away a bit in the morning... She's so kind and beautiful that it almost hurts sometimes. Where was I... Oh, and then she curls herself up again, like a kitten, folding her wings around herself. If I'm there, she folds her wings around me, too, and gives me a kiss. And then she tells me what she's been dreaming. ... I try to be there when she wakes up most of the time, but it is the way it is. A farm doesn't take care of itself. She's beautiful when she blushes, too. I never told her that, and I'm afraid she'd stop if I did. It's funny, really, we've been sharing a bed for years now. We've done... A lot of things in it. And still, her cheeks turn red so fast, and she lowers her head when she whispers "Big Mac... Do you want to... Eh... I would like to... Do... It... With you... If you're okay with it." Those times, I know she has something special in mind. No, I'm not gonna talk about what we do when we hit the hay. There are other places for that, not this. But dang, she can be quick. She gets eager and dominant, too, when she's confident with what she's about to do. That's also beautiful. Alright, it's mostly sexy, but... Ehrm. Still, sometimes I just get these strange feelings. Like, 'this is almost too good. It'll never work. She'll leave. You'll end up alone, like you always do.' Yeah, I know it's stupid to think so, but I've learned to never take things for granted. I guess this is just a side effect of that. I remember when I met her the first time. Well, it really wasn't the first time I met her, but... It was the first time like... This. I was sitting at the bar, having some beers after a really tough week. I don't usually drink to relax, but once in a while... Well, anyway. I'd planned to have an evening of peace and quiet. Without asking, she just sat herself down at my table. It was surprising, because she wasn't like that normally. But she was a bit drunk, I guess. Well, I guess I thought I could spend some time with her, talking. Nothing was going to happen anyway. It never does, for me. Somehow, though, it seemed like I'd hardly even said 'hello' before she was walking there next to me, back to the farm, all the way to my room and my bed. Well, the next morning I thought for almost two hours before she woke up, trying to find an explanation. I mean, just to make sure she didn't think I was... Taking advantage of her, or anything... I just... Wanted to... I guess. I still really haven't figured out why I did what I did... But I wanted us to stay friends and all that. And when she woke up, she blushed, as expected... But she stayed for breakfast and it seemed like before I even said hello... She asked me if she could move in with me. That was no problem at all. We helped turn her old house into a permanent animal shelter, and she moved here. It was interesting to have another mare around the house. The whole Apple family gained five or six pounds on food we'd never even heard of. And everypony just... Went with the flow, I guess. We shared a bed, we shared a farm (okay, we share the farm with AJ and Rares, and AB and Chip and little B, too, but that's nothing I really think about). After that darn Hearts and Hooves Day I'd promised myself to never get in any more trouble like that. And then, one day, before I even said hello, I said something much more important. I said, "Ah do." ... Fluttershy moved in her sleep. She had a bit of a hard time, with a big belly in the way. Big Mac laid down next to her. After almost ten months, he knew when she needed support, and pretty soon, she was sound asleep again, with a happy smile on her face. Not long after that, so was Big Mac. Author's Note You might wonder who Chip is... You find him here.. Its a good story. Edited by the 15th of July by wdeleon Some mornings are worse than others for Carrot Top.Once upon a time, they lived happily ever after; well, I wish once upon a time was today, I wish they were me and happily ever after was tomorrow and beyond. Author's Note A challenge from a friend. Write a story in one sentence. A poem on a wallLa la la la la la la la colt in my bed dum di dum di dum di di nothing unsaid La la la la la la la nuzzling my mane dum di dum di dum di di love me insane Tiddledee tiddledee his warm embrace under the duvet is our hiding place Ram daram daram dara are you awake Oh la la la la la la la make this bed shake Ram daram daram dara I love you too Oh la la la la la la oh oh oh OOOOOOHHH Ram daram daram dara eternal happiness Sometimes there are things that words can't express. Author's Note the other challange from a friend. Write a story in one paragraph. He didn't say it couldn't be a poem! I was going to say this was Sweetie belle, but now that I think of it, it's probably Scootaloo.
Reminiscings.Rainbow Dash was sitting on the balcony of the Golden Oaks library, eyes closed, dreaming. She loved these mornings when she was the first one awake, in the stillness and the silence. It was a lovely April morning. The temperature was just right to not be too cold, but still had crispness. The sky was almost completely clear blue except for a couple of clouds slowly moving northeast. It was even better when it was raining and the sound of raindrops on the leaves turned all of Ponyville into an oasis of tranquillity, but this kind of morning was pretty awesome too. Rainbow opened her eyes. She looked at the sky. It was a great day for flying. Maybe a little trip to that cloud there would be nice. It was a really big cloud and... Dang, it looked a bit like Cloudsdale. Cloudsdale... Rainbow gazed and let her mind drift. Reality blurred with daydreams, and pretty soon, the cloud had turned into the real Cloudsdale. Cloudsdale... Rainbow could see the magnificent, majestic buildings and the rainbow falls shining in the morning sun. The first weather patrol was already at work. She could almost hear the bickering from the managers and the sighs from the pegasi workers who hated the early mornings. There were also civilians, just taking a slow morning flight, perhaps with the thought of getting some breakfast on a nice cloud. On the highest cloud there was the Rainbow Factory. Fresh clouds were erupting from the main gate. Ah, the smell of fresh clouds in the morning... Rainbow remembered that feeling of a job well done. She could see herself standing on the bridge, with her colleagues around her. Their faces were a bit blurry, except for the guy in brown on her left. It was Feather Hooves, the assistant manager. Oh, and there was Derpy Hooves, with a reclaimed rain cloud. It was raining upwards. Typical. There were other pegasi, most of them without distinct faces, some of them without colour. Rainbow couldn't remember them other than as ponies just passing by... But there was that mare with the red mane... Her colleague in cloud mending. Oh, what was her name again... She had that really annoying voice... The pony with the red mane suddenly got a mouth and a high pitched "blah blah blah" came out of it... But she was still pretty sweet. Oh dang, what was the name... Oh yeah. Sky Screamer. Despite that incredibly irritating voice, she was a nice pony.... In small doses. The featureless face suddenly got eyes and a muzzle and a sweet smile. Something black flew through Rainbow's view. What was that? Some kind of bird? In Rainbow's blurry vision, the bird became the Wonderbolts. The next thing she knew, she was up there with them. She was flying in a five piece formation with herself in the middle, Soarin and Lightning Dust on her left, Scarlet Scrambler and Cloud Kicker on her right. It was perfect. They were at the very end of the routine. First a perfectly synchronized loop. Then a "Maverick", where ponies 1, 3 and 5 performed a Hammerhead with a reversed end and ponies 2 and 4 did a tail slide. While seemingly out of sync, they all ended up in a perfect line. Then they finished with a Pugachev's cobra. The adrenaline, the pressure on her wings... Ah, this was life. Somewhere behind her she could hear Spitfire screaming, "IS THAT THE BEST YOU CAN DO? NOW GET UP THERE AND DO SOME REAL MOVES!" Those words only encouraged Rainbow, and with a slow nod to her wingponies, she made a quick turn to the left. Now they were going big, the false Lumcovac. From the ground, it looked like random movements and free, uncontrolled falling, but it was in fact an asynchronous and very slow execution of a Cuban eight, with the pegasi only rotating around themselves, followed by roll after perfectly aligned barrel roll. It demanded a lot of training, but it was very simple and extremely efficient. Rainbow snickered. Then, all of a sudden, there was another sound, tiny hooves stepping over the floor. There were murmurs of small voices inside. Now the sun was rising. The day began for real. Cloudsdale dissolved into a cloud again and the Wonderbolts disappeared in the far west, almost looking like a flock of crows. Rainbow heard the balcony door open. Her mind was immediately brought back down from the sky to the ground by the little pegasus filly that came crashing down on her, giving her a big hug. "Mummy!" Rainbow looked at her daughter. She had purple fur, a red mane, and cyan eyes, the best of both worlds. There was no trick that could beat the feeling of having this little thing. "Morning, Sparky! Sleep well?" "Yeah... But Glowing stole my blanket again," her daughter said with a pout. "Oh, did she? Well, that's what babies do, you know. Just steal it back. You’re the big sister. Show her who's the boss!" "I wanted to... But mom says that's not nice." "Ehhh... Well, mom knows best, I guess... But what can we do to make you feel better..." She lowered her voice to a whisper. "Alright, let's get some junk food consolation! I say let's go down and eat a whole jar of cookies for breakfast! If we're quick, mom won't see us!" The eyes of the little filly started to glow. "Yay! Cookies!" "Ehhhrrm..." A grunt was heard behind them. They turned around, and there stood Twilight with little Glowing in her hooves. Rainbow put her hooves to her cheek and gasped in mock-surprise. "Awww darn, squirt. We're busted!" Twilight looked at her wife and oldest daughter with an equally mocking disapproving look. "What did I just hear? COOKIES for breakfast? Now that is the most... Awesome idea! Sparkling, go get the cookie jar, sweetie. I have the drinks already!" Sparkling Bolt jumped down from Rainbow's knee and ran for the kitchen. Twilight levitated two mugs of coffee and two mugs of milk to the table. She gave her wife a kiss and buried her muzzle in her mane. "You smell like spring, Dashie... Mmm..." Rainbow took Glowing in her embrace. The baby filly cuddled herself up and pretty soon she fell asleep in her mommy’s hooves. "Sleepy, just like her mother." "Yeah... And just like her, she's beautiful." "Awww... Twi, you sweet talker... But you’re right. I am beautiful!" "Have you been up long?" "A while. I like mornings. I was just sitting there, thinking, you know." "Mhm..." Twilight gave her wife another kiss and a hug from behind. "And what were you thinking about?" Rainbow thought. She thought about the Wonderbolts, the sonic rainboom, the feeling of flying... Then she looked at her wife, her sleeping little filly and the sounds of their bigger filly messing around in the kitchen. She caught the scent of spring, she heard the sound of the birds, and in the distance she heard the sounds of a Ponyville awakening to another beautiful day. "I was thinking how there's really no place like home," she said, and gave her wife a long, deep kiss. Author's Note Rainbow Dash's daughters are called Sparkling Bolt and Glowing Sunset. They are like 4-5 and 1-2 tears old. And Rainbow is still a member of the wonderbolts, she just went into the reserve so she could be with her family. Also, this story takes place in a world where season 3 and 4 doesn't exist. Hence the AU tag. It was easier that way. just in case you are wondering. Edited on the 15th of July by wdeleon
Ani DiFrancoRainbow Dash being up early was still something out of the ordinary to most ponies, even if it had become more frequent over the years. For Applejack to be up early, however, was more like asking, "does a bear take a dump in the woods?" Applejack walked through the mostly empty streets of Ponyville. Even though she could also smell the crisp spring air, she didn't really think about it. She didn't pay any particular attention to the birds, although her farmer's mind did notice that a sunny day would mean she'd have to water the corn fields. That single thought was just a minor distraction. Pretty soon her mind drifted back to the big thing at hoof, the thing that had been on her mind constantly for almost three weeks. It was the thing that would arrive at the train station at 6:32. She's coming home today. Not sure how I should feel about that. In a way, I'm happy. It's been a long time. Much too long. Alright, not THAT much. Just three weeks. But still... Yeah, she's been gone before, but that was temporary. And it was never an issue then, she just went away for a couple of days and then came home. ... So why, for the love of Pete, did this time have to be different? She's made up her mind. She must have. I don't want to hear it, but I don't think I can live without her decision. Whatever it is, it must be better than what we have now. ... "I'm not sure what I feel" she said. "I need to make up my mind, I need to think." "I need time" you said. And so...I gave it to you. You got time. You had time. Please say that it was enough. That you know what you want. That you want...Me...? Is that even what I want? Heh, Rainbow and Twilight are sure up early. Guess it's the kids. Eyup, one of these days there'll be kids at Sweet Apple Acres, too. Not mine, though. I'll just stick to being an aunt. If she decides she wants kids, what the hay do I do then? Well, whaddayouknow. Kissing at sunrise. That's more than I expected from those two. I didn't want you to go. At least... not like that. You thought we needed a break. A pause. We needed to try some time without each other. Yeah, sure... I understand that we have problems and I can understand that this is an idea that you thought would work out for us, but... I don't. I don't like this. I agreed, because... Because I'll do what it takes to make this work. We're both in this relationship, y'know? Sure as hay it doesn't work now, and the weeks before you left... I don't wanna think about 'em.... Still kissing? Get a room, you two. Well, at least only having eyes for each other means that they won't see me. No, this was no idea of mine. This was your way. But I shouldn't jump to conclusions, it's just a short break. Just a short break... Just... Oh, come on! This is not a short break! Say it! You already had your mind made up back then! So just say it, okay? Tell me you're leaving! Tell me you finally came to the conclusion that this'll never work and that you're going away for good! Say it! Please... Please don't say that. Please don't. Please don't say you're leaving. Damn you, mare! I HAVE missed you. These weeks...it sure got me thinking. Those first days...they felt really nice. No bickering, no hoitytoiting, no messing with my mane, no halfhearted attempts to do farming. Although, you did get better. And my mane... needs some brushing. And you actually made the kitchen look nice, with those embroidered designs. Okay, I missed every part of you. Even the mane-messing. Damn it, mare! Please come home and faint in disgust over how much mud there is in the kitchen so it feels like HOME again. Alright, maybe you can stop doing that... To be honest, we need to talk more. And we need to do more things together that aren't farm-related. And we need to... Does Rainbow have a wingboner? At this time of day? Yeah, we need to do that, too. More of that. I don't care what you're going to say. And if you want to leave, I'm going to do everything I can to make you change your mind. Because I love you, you stupid, drama-queening, whining, vanity-loving you. And that's the bottom line. I love you. Rarity sighed as the train approached Ponyville station. Home. Too soon. No, not too soon. She just didn't want the trip to end. She didn't want to face her problem. She didn't want to decide. She went away to think. Most of the time had been work, but some nights her thoughts had been unbearable. And this trainride... it had been Tartarus. Why did I even say it out loud? I mean... Everything worked out. We had everything. And still... I said it, that I wanted to take a break, to try to live apart for a while. It hurt so much to say, and even though, I felt it to be necesarry. And it was really such a relief to say. A relief... yes. And it was because I wasn't sure. I wasn't sure I wanted to be with her anymore. And why wasn't I sure? Come now, Rarity, thats just childish thinking, we have a good life. We have everything, we... We don't have everything. We are arguing, we are disagreeing, we are from two different worlds! When was the last time we actually had a conversation about something we both found interesting? We never talk. I don't want to talk to her. And why should I, she doesn't even listen. 'Cant yer talk 'bout somethang intrestin', hun' ?' 'Hoity-toity? Well, that's all nice n'all, but them trees ain' buckin' themselves' Why should I even bother talking when she doesn't care about the things I talk about? I'm afraid to talk to her. I remember when I found her accent cute. But now... I wanted this break. I needed this break! We haven't broken up! We're still a couple! We just put our relationship on hold. Nothing more! Nothing more. So why does it feel like we broke up? Why is it so painful? Why don't they have a telephone at the farm? No! This was good! It was good that we took a break. If it's good, how come you cried yourself to sleep almost every night you were in Canterlot? Because I wanted her to be there. Because I don't care if we have nothing to talk about, because I DON'T CARE if she cares about my work or not. I need her. But still, do I really have feelings for her? Now, Rarity Belle, that doesn't even make sense! Here you are sitting, telling yourself how much you need her, how much you want her, and then you wonder if you have FEELINGS for her? Yes yes... I have feelings but... Is it just flank calls? Is it that I just don't want to be alone? Or... Do I really want HER... That's the question. Oh. I see... ... I mean... Sure, it was intense when we started dating, but... I never thought of how I really felt. I was in love. But to be honest... I don't know if I really loved her then, or if it just was the feeling of being in love, that I loved. I mean, how can I go back? How can I be a good marefriend when everything is based on uncertainties? What do I want? ... Pro: She's honest, she's pretty, she's got beautiful eyes, and if it wasn't for her, I would never be where I am today. Well, that's not completely true, I mean, it is MY talent... But without her stubborn belief that I would succeed, I'm not sure I would have survived. Con: She's stubborn. It's her way, or the hay way. When she's tired, hungry or just plain irritated, it doesn't matter what anypony does, it's still no good. And she never forgets anything. Oh, when we argue, she can throw something in my face that I said a month ago! A month! I don't even remember saying it! And... I even miss that. We can't go on like this! This is so wrong. Why should two ponies try to stay in a relationship if they only hurt each other and don't really care? I don't deserve to have a marefriend that acts like she does. Eh... Scratch that. She's exactly the kind of marefriend I deserve. But she doesn't deserve to be stuck with me. She's a much better pony than to have to settle for this. I mean, why should two ponies stay together when they irritate and nag each other and can't stop complaining? Because they... lo.. love... Each other. But... Oh. Oh. So THAT'S where we're going. Alright then. That was a bit hard to say. I haven't really said it for a while. The last time we hit the hay doesn't count. You say all sorts of stupid things when in heat. When was the last time I said it and really meant every word? ... So that's the bottom line, then. I have to know if I can say it. Okay, let's settle this. I'll... I'll try to say it loud. If I can't... Then it's over. ... Okay, here goes. I love her. What? Did I just say that? I love her! Where did this warm feeling in my tummy come from? And why does the sight of Ponyville from the train, sparkling and shimmering in the early morning sun looks so... Inviting? I AM in love, and I love her! Well, that was a surprise. So, I just said that I love her, loud enough for the whole train to hear, and... That was it? That was all it took? and I needed THREE WEEKS in Canterlot to figure that out...? She would think I'm insane. But on the other hand... She already does. I hope she'll pick me up. I can't wait to see her! And whatever I do with my work, she... Oh, the hay with work! That can wait! ... " I LOVE HER!" ... The train approached the platform of Ponyville station, and with a final grinding of the breaks it came to a halt. Not many ponies were on this train, but it was only 6:32 in the morning. Most Ponyville commuters went from there to Canterlot in the morning. The instant the train stopped, a white unicorn jumped out of it. She spotted an orange earth pony, who also spotted her at the same time. They both ran for each other, eager to share a kiss. Author's Note There is really no logic behind this, it's just the way your mind wanders. I tried to capture that. Not sure it worked, but worth a try. revised at the 15th of July by wedeleon. Thanks!
Number 14This bright and sunny April day, Pinkie Pie was alone. She gazed from her window to the streets below. Pinkie had decided years ago that she was never going to let anypony share her quarters, at least not on a permanent basis. She was always there for her friends, of course. Nopony should have any doubts about that! A select few had, over the years, been invited to share her bed. Most of the time, though, this room was Pinkie's fortress against the world. That does sound a bit harsh, and she never used that word herself in public. It was only with herself that she referred to her place with that word, because Pinkie never wanted to offend anypony, at least not intentionally. Some ponies wondered why Pinkie never seemed to find her special somepony. There were a lot of reasons. First of all, Pinkie loved being in love. She loved the feeling of butterflies, the thrill of the first kisses, the tense feeling of being apart... But she hated the everyday life part afterwards. Therefore, her relationships lasted about three or four months, then she broke it off without regret, stayed alone for a while, and found somepony new. Second, Pinkie Pie loved the world. If she had to spend too much time with just one pony, the others would be sad not to have Pinkie Pie. The third reason was the mornings, because whatever relationship she was in, or whatever kind of party she had thrown, she always ended up in her room. She needed her own secluded private chamber, her fortress. Those mornings, she never wanted to share with anypony. It may seem like Pinkie was some kind of crazy pony, secretly hating everypony else. Nothing could be further from the truth. Pinkie LOVED everypony. Well, except for Gilda, Discord, Sombra, Chrysalis... There was a long list of those she didn't love, but everypony else, she did. To be the bestest party pony ever, and to always be on top and ready, when it was time to rest she needed to relax totally. She needed to fade out. She had tried different things over the years, until she realised that if she wanted to relax, she had to shut herself down completely. To do that, she needed to be alone. She needed to be secluded behind the walls of her fortress. The process was simple enough. First, she sat by the window with her journal. She wrote down the events of the previous night: what had been good, what needed to be improved, and what had gone totally wrong, let’s not do that again. She threw occasional glances at the street. She saw Applejack walking to the train station. She made a note to remember to throw them either a "great-you're-back-together"-party or a "sorry-you-broke-up"-party. Hopefully it would be the former, since then the cake would taste better. After that final note, she closed the journal. After that, she poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down at her table. She took a small sip. When she put the cup down, it shook a bit, and a little bit of the dark beverage spilled outside the rim. Three small drops were hanging on the edge. Pinkie looked at them. The one in the middle was the biggest. Slowly, but surely, it started moving down towards the table. One inch... Two inches... Three inches... And it stopped. There was a small little stain on the cup, probably chocolate, that kept the drop from moving. Pinkie looked at it for a while, then her eyes went to the other two drops. The one on the right had started to move, but it didn’t go in a straight line. Apparently the cup was a tiny bit uneven, so the drop descended one inch... Then a little turn to the right... And then another inch... And another... Now it started to slow down. It was the smallest drop, and most likely it would dry out before it reached the table. Pinkie Pie followed it with her eyes. Another inch... And another one... Nope, it ran dry. Nothing more. Pinkie Pie closed her eyes. The butterflies in her stomach had gone away now, and her brain had started to calm down. The process was on its merry way. The drop on the far left had started to move now. It was the second largest, and it rolled down in a straight line at a good speed. One inch... Two inches... Three inches... With nothing really obstructing its way, it kept going, and finally reached the table and formed a small puddle. Pinkie Pie turned her attention to the last drop, the one in the middle. It was still stuck at the chocolate stain. Pinkie Pie kept looking at it for a while. When nothing happened, she grabbed the cup, and slowly, slowly she tilted it the side. Not now... Not now... Not now... But... Now the drop got loose. Two inches left to the table. Maybe some part of the chocolate had dissolved in it, because the drop looked a little browner that before. It was also notably slower. One inch more... And another inch... And then it stopped at the lower rim of the cup. It hung on the edge, like it was afraid to fall. It clung like it was afraid of the big blue scary unknown that was under it. Though it knew the fall was inevitable, it still clung to the cup, like a scared child to its mother. Pinkie Pie waited. Finally, like a leap of faith, the drop released itself from the cup. For a fraction of a second, it fell free and just floated in the air, like a bird or a cloud. For just a tiny moment, it was free, an individual, one unique singularity! ... And then it became a part of the table. Pinkie took another sip of coffee. It was almost finished now. For the last part, she needed to go over to her bed. That was the most recent add-on to the ritual, and it was simply based on the fact that if she fell asleep sitting on a chair, she'd get a sore neck. The first times she performed this ritual, she was too easily distracted and had to put cardboard over her windows, but that was long ago. As she lay on the bed, she could see the blue sky, and the red rays of the rising sun far to her left. She could hear the sounds of the awakening city. She heard the birds, and the wind in the trees. She could even hear two familiar voices saying, "I love you most!" and "No, ah love you most!", in a mix of affection and irritation. None of that disturbed Pinkie now. She was at peace. Until she decided to switch back on, she was walled off from the world. It was time for the last part. It was a rhyme, loaded with her personal magic. She closed her eyes, and then she murmured to herself: "Leave the past day behind, let the old dreams die Let the past be the past, Pinkamena Pie Every day you must paint the world anew Never let the old fun obscure the new Meet the newborn day with open hooves whatever will come, tomorrow never knows." With those words, she drifted off to sleep, charging up for another day of fun. Author's Note Proofread and edited by wdeleon. Tablas: Anil Bhagwat.
A McCartney-momentI need to write a song. Not that I have to, I need to. I awoke like two hours ago. Diamond is still sleeping. Maybe I could write a song about that? I watch you when you’re sleeping, I see that you’ve been weeping… But she hasn’t been weeping. Oh, come on, artistic freedom! She doesn’t even need to know I wrote about her. But she always thinks I write about her. Even “the song about a hole” is about her, in her opinion. She accused me for being dirty. No, I don’t want to write about her. Alright then, let’s start with something stupid… the chorus. Something that can be applied to anything. Hmm. You know that I love you, and can’t be without you, turn eighteen tomorrow and I can’t believe you… No, I’ll never leave you. That’s better. You know that I love you, and can’t be without you turn eighteen tomorrow and will never leave you. That’s good. Cheesy, but good. I can work that into anything. So, what for the verse… Love? No, that’s boring. I always write about love. Oh, crap, this is hopeless. I’m just sitting here, alone, a morning in ponyville, bored to death and I can’t even wake up my marefriend and make out with her to pass time… hmm… that’s an idea! I sit alone, its break of dawn…hmmm… this day I think I move my lawn…Ehrm…no. Dawn…pawn, clown, down, drawn, barn, yawn… ok, why not. I sit alone, it’s break of dawn, and I can’t holding back a yawn This day will be just like before, a long and winding dreadful bore! Yeah! But the radio plays: You know that I love you, and can’t be without you turn eighteen tomorrow and will never leave you. Do I really want to write about a boring pony? Ah, who cares, I’m on a roll here! Alright, now for the second verse… I am sixteen and tired of life… a bit too melodramatic… oh, what the hay, I can release it as a B-side. Living on the edge of a knife… no. An endless row of trouble and strife... ok, I can swing with that. This day just feels like a big “no”…hmm… and if it ain’t please let me know! Hah! Gold! But the radio plays: You know that I love you, and can’t be without you turn eighteen tomorrow and will never leave you. And then a bridge… I wish I was somepony else, a popstar, actress, bull from wales… oh, CELESTIA NO! A popstar, actress… else dosen’t rhyme with anything! Damn… I wish I was somepony new HA HA! A popstar, actress, princess too… I’ll get back to that one And no more mornings will be boring, no… I will have so much fun to do. Aaaand chorus. Fade out. That’s not that bad for thirty minutes of work! Some strings and horns, and I have a hit! Now I just need to…”oh, good morning, Liebchen!” “You are a bad marefriend, Sweetie. No good morning kiss, no cuddling, no nuzzling, no… have you written a new song? Oh Oh Oh Sing it! Is it about me?” Author's Note And the last challenge from my friend. Write a story one page long. And, suffering from writers block, why not write about somepony who doesn't? Oh, the song is a bit inspired by this piece. Oh, and if your wondering about Sweetie Belles career, I think this is pretty much how it sounds.
All along the watchtowerThe details make all the difference, that's the simple truth. This morning could have been totally different. It was all because of Applejack that it was the way it was. When Applejack left the farm for the train station that morning, she noticed a tennis ball laying on the ground outside the farmhouse. A tennis ball usually has no business on a farm, but Sweet Apple Acres do have a dog, and sometimes Rainbow Dash comes over for games. Therefore, the ball was no surprise to Applejack, and she paid no real attention to it. This is where those details come in. Applejack had a choice. She could put it away, she could kick it, or she could just not care. Applejack was tidy, though, and not about to just let it lay there. Usually she probably would have put it away, but this morning she had a lot of things on her mind. With her thoughts someplace else, she kicked the tennis ball across the yard. That was nothing special, until the ball rolled into the chicken coop. That caused some havoc among the hens, and one of them ran out of the coop and into the open. Unfortunately for her, a fox was lurking around, and although the area was protected by a fence, the fox still made a run at the hen. However, as was the usual on the farm because of situations just like this, Winona was loose and she in turn made a run for the fox. The fox was scared out of its skin when Winona came running round the corner. In fact, it panicked so badly that it accidentally ran into a drainpipe, which came loose with a small 'bang' and some screeching. That in turn made some mice that lived in the wall feel the need to flee for their lives, and they scrambled over the roof beams. On the beam was a coating of dust. The mice didn't stir up that much of a slipstream, but it was enough for the dust to fall down into the room below, and right into the nostrils of a yellow pegasus who was sleeping there. She sneezed in her sleep, and that, in turn, woke Big Macintosh. Instead of just going back to sleep, he sat up, and looked at the mare next to him. He started to think to himself. Now the story begins for real. ... She's beautiful when she's asleep. Sometimes I wake up at night and it's impossible to go back to sleep when all I want to do is watch her. I never told her I'm doin' this, though. I think she'd freak if she knew. It's not that I'm watching over her or guarding her, I know that she doesn't need that. She can be tough when she has to be. She's only grown stronger over the years. It's just that... She's just so darn beautiful when she's asleep. It's a sight I think I could watch forever. It's the most beautiful thing I've seen. Not that it's bad when she's awake, either. She has this habit of stretching out when she's just barely awake. Like a cat... Yeah, just like a cat, making herself as long as possible. I can really see those long legs and that agile body. She stretches her wings too. Darn, the first few times we woke up together she almost poked out my eye. I only told her once, and the poor thing was embarrassed for a week. Heh, she ended up tying her wings down just to make sure... I shoulda seen that one coming. It took me a month to convince her that it was okay and that I just needed to move away a bit in the morning... She's so kind and beautiful that it almost hurts sometimes. Where was I... Oh, and then she curls herself up again, like a kitten, folding her wings around herself. If I'm there, she folds her wings around me, too, and gives me a kiss. And then she tells me what she's been dreaming. ... I try to be there when she wakes up most of the time, but it is the way it is. A farm doesn't take care of itself. She's beautiful when she blushes, too. I never told her that, and I'm afraid she'd stop if I did. It's funny, really, we've been sharing a bed for years now. We've done... A lot of things in it. And still, her cheeks turn red so fast, and she lowers her head when she whispers "Big Mac... Do you want to... Eh... I would like to... Do... It... With you... If you're okay with it." Those times, I know she has something special in mind. No, I'm not gonna talk about what we do when we hit the hay. There are other places for that, not this. But dang, she can be quick. She gets eager and dominant, too, when she's confident with what she's about to do. That's also beautiful. Alright, it's mostly sexy, but... Ehrm. Still, sometimes I just get these strange feelings. Like, 'this is almost too good. It'll never work. She'll leave. You'll end up alone, like you always do.' Yeah, I know it's stupid to think so, but I've learned to never take things for granted. I guess this is just a side effect of that. I remember when I met her the first time. Well, it really wasn't the first time I met her, but... It was the first time like... This. I was sitting at the bar, having some beers after a really tough week. I don't usually drink to relax, but once in a while... Well, anyway. I'd planned to have an evening of peace and quiet. Without asking, she just sat herself down at my table. It was surprising, because she wasn't like that normally. But she was a bit drunk, I guess. Well, I guess I thought I could spend some time with her, talking. Nothing was going to happen anyway. It never does, for me. Somehow, though, it seemed like I'd hardly even said 'hello' before she was walking there next to me, back to the farm, all the way to my room and my bed. Well, the next morning I thought for almost two hours before she woke up, trying to find an explanation. I mean, just to make sure she didn't think I was... Taking advantage of her, or anything... I just... Wanted to... I guess. I still really haven't figured out why I did what I did... But I wanted us to stay friends and all that. And when she woke up, she blushed, as expected... But she stayed for breakfast and it seemed like before I even said hello... She asked me if she could move in with me. That was no problem at all. We helped turn her old house into a permanent animal shelter, and she moved here. It was interesting to have another mare around the house. The whole Apple family gained five or six pounds on food we'd never even heard of. And everypony just... Went with the flow, I guess. We shared a bed, we shared a farm (okay, we share the farm with AJ and Rares, and AB and Chip and little B, too, but that's nothing I really think about). After that darn Hearts and Hooves Day I'd promised myself to never get in any more trouble like that. And then, one day, before I even said hello, I said something much more important. I said, "Ah do." ... Fluttershy moved in her sleep. She had a bit of a hard time, with a big belly in the way. Big Mac laid down next to her. After almost ten months, he knew when she needed support, and pretty soon, she was sound asleep again, with a happy smile on her face. Not long after that, so was Big Mac. Author's Note You might wonder who Chip is... You find him here.. Its a good story. Edited by the 15th of July by wdeleon
Some mornings are worse than others for Carrot Top.Once upon a time, they lived happily ever after; well, I wish once upon a time was today, I wish they were me and happily ever after was tomorrow and beyond. Author's Note A challenge from a friend. Write a story in one sentence.
A poem on a wallLa la la la la la la la colt in my bed dum di dum di dum di di nothing unsaid La la la la la la la nuzzling my mane dum di dum di dum di di love me insane Tiddledee tiddledee his warm embrace under the duvet is our hiding place Ram daram daram dara are you awake Oh la la la la la la la make this bed shake Ram daram daram dara I love you too Oh la la la la la la oh oh oh OOOOOOHHH Ram daram daram dara eternal happiness Sometimes there are things that words can't express. Author's Note the other challange from a friend. Write a story in one paragraph. He didn't say it couldn't be a poem! I was going to say this was Sweetie belle, but now that I think of it, it's probably Scootaloo.
