Chapters A Series of Unfortunate One-Shots
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.
A Series of Unfortunate One-Shots
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
A Series of Unfortunate One-Shots
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
A Series of Unfortunate One-Shots
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 Series of Unfortunate One-Shots
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?