A Series of Unfortunate One-Shots

by Treblemaker

Rating: everyone
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Length: 663

Collection of poetry, prose, and one-shot fics that only have one pony subjects.

Here is a collection of poetry, prose, and one-shot fics that I've found the time to extract from my brain with a cheese grater.

Each story will be subject to one pony at random (basically whatever I'm feeling like at the moment) However I may end up doing shipping, but only from one pony's perspective.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2015-01-25 14:57:38 UTC

Everfree

The Everfree

Swirling branches of nature

Caressing slightly

Weather of it’s own design

Plants and critters play

Streams align

Dance of lore

Coils of wrapped mist

Legend’s door

Hushed whispers

Pony folk are wary

Garden of the Two Sisters

Beauty within

Many layers hide

That will be, is, and been

Zecora unwrapped herself from a particular meditation pose, reposed the pencil to her saddlebags, and ventured further into the forest.

Madness

I'm going to try and show you

This world I'm living in

Where nothing really rings true

And the party is my kin

I've got cupcakes in my hair

A cannon in my teeth

Cotton candy smell in the air

And a cookie sword and sheath

Grown up stuff is taxing

I get bored too easily

My personality is clashing

With my prescribed ADHD

Element of Laughter

Listen to what I say

Put those stupid plans on halter

For it's time to part-ay

Did I mention that I'm mad?

Cuckoo loco crazy

But if it makes the world glad

A joy, oh, so hazy

Maybe it's an eye opener

It's hard to keep track

When you're bouncing in your own fur

And running front to back

A premiere party planner

So I thought I'd let you know

Have fun with my banter

Sit back and enjoy the show

Nocturnal

Cool winds a caressing lover

Sing when they pass

Jovially playing unseen and carefree

Running next to Her masterpiece

Multitudes of hosts

Lights aligned in perfect order

According to Her wishes

Master of the art

Reality doused in a violet hue

Paying homage to its maker

Contrasted by the lanterns in orbit

Surround with sounds of silence

The depths reflect Her coat

And the sky wreaths her face

Takes repose by her gardens

Immersed in another reality

Caught up in her dreams

Beauty garlands her neck

Stature of a great wolf

The goddess watches over Her night

Smile

The concert hall applauded, she did not join their enthusiasm.

The party guests nodded cheer, she did not share their mirth.

The tutors gave their seals of approval, she did not celebrate.

The children laughed, she showed no merriment.

The cello gave willingly, she did not notice.

A DJ smiled, and she felt content.

A Kind Spirit

Ding dong. Now I have rung many a doorbell before in my life, but this one always seemed the loudest, the most alarming. As if it were warning me to go away and stop tempting the dragon, or at least the dragon tamer. Yeah, she's tamed dragons, with so little as a few words. It's probably easy, I mean her smile can disarm even the most resolute ponies. I don't blame them, it's quite hypnotic; the way her lopsided grin makes those dimples uneven yet still remains perfect. It's quite the treat to experience, seeing as most times she hides it away behind that brilliant pink mane. She'd rather hide herself away and let body language do the talking than her actual voice. It makes sense, one does not down a glass of fine wine like cider, but they would rather take it in small amounts to savor the taste. I guess a fine wine would be a suitable metaphor for her voice; a crystalline tint, Actually it sounds more like the songbirds she loves so much. That's the other thing, she absolutely adores all critters, loves every single one of them to death. It would be annoying to try and hold her attention versus an animal, if it weren't so darn cute. The door opens just a crack. Just enough for her soft sea blue-green eye to look outside. Opening the door wider, she stepped out, simultaneously hiding most of her face behind her mane. A moment of confusion crossed her face as she noticed that no one was in front of her door; the only object being a small bouquet of flowers. Why can't I be the Element of Bravery?