Dear Ponies Of The Past,by Saffron SwirlChaptersSo, Here's How It All Happened...An Essay From Writing ClassMore on SchoolHoney Muffin's HouseA Weekend's Nice WalkSo, Here's How It All Happened...Dear ponies of the past, You are probably wondering how I, Saffron Swirl, the world's new favorite pony, (probably exaggerating on the last part) got this letter to you? You probably are. It's complicated, so bear with me. Good thing I have a whole diary to fill! It all started in a place that nobody would have guessed. It all started in school. Yesterday's history class made everything click. In class, we learned about six special ponies named Fluttershy, Rarity, Twilight Sparkle, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, and Applejack (Hopefully you guys). ~~They~~ You seemed so special. I'm not that special. The only thing that makes me all that special is my talent . Every pony has a talent. It's not that big of a deal, really. Well, why do I like my talent? I use it to make money. Yes, I do really use my talent to make money. Not illegally of course! My talent is magic. Not an ultra-special, super-powerful kind of magic, but magician magic. My cutie mark is a magic 8 ball, if you care. I put on little magic shows on weekends for the ponies in my high school. Today's magic show, I decided to try something new. I was going to make wings out of metal. First, I needed to locate the nearest metal. There's a spell for that! I made the "metal" come out of the ground. It was in an odd, scary shape. All the other ponies ran away. I knew just who to ask. My mom is a scientist. She can figure out absolutely anything. I decided it was best to call her out. She ran over, and I pointed out the odd metal. She looked at me in the eye. I knew not to mess with Mom! I simply nodded and let her do what she does best. I went inside and waited for around ten minutes. "Saffron!", Mom called me back. I ran outside. Mom told me, "I figured it out. It's a time machine for small objects. Place your object here, turn the dial to choose the, day, year, month, day, and time, press the button, and away it goes!" I was in pure amazement. Then I came up with an idea. The greatest idea of all time. I can't fit in the machine, but a small book can. I bought a notebook and started writing. I'll write until this book is filled, and send it through the machine. Then it'll get to you, you'll learn about the future, and I'll go down in history. Love, Saffron Swirl, your new pen pal (sort of) Author's Note UGH I FORGOT TO SAVE AND I HAD TO WRITE IT ALL OVER AGAIN!!!!! I hope Saffron isn't a mary-sue to you guys. Constructive critisism accepted! An Essay From Writing ClassDear ponies of the past, Monday. Yaaaaaaaay. My absolute FAVORITE day of the week. How am I supposed to survive? It's easy. I'll tell you how. I try to be creative. Writing class is especially great for being creative. The writing teacher always wants to see something creative. Today he gave us a theme: What I'm going to do when I graduate. Here was my chance to tell everyone my epic goals. I took it home and I'll copy it down for you guys. "When I graduate, I am going to make history. I am going to use my special magic to do great things. Hopefully, my magic will be used to make great innovations in the future. I will learn how to make metal wings so earth ponies and unicorns, like me, can experience flight and simply take off the wings once we're done. I believe this invention will be a huge success. I also plan to invent many other things. I will create them at my magic shows. My magic shows will also be where I get the profit for these inventions. There is one more way I will make history. Recently I have discovered a time machine in my yard. I will be writing in a small notebook about my day-to-day life, then, once it is full, send it 200 years into the past. It will be a great innovation for ponies of the past to learn about the future! I hope I really do go down in history." Okay, I'm not the best at writing, and it's just a rough draft. I tried. Anyway, I've got to go. My best friend invited me over. I'll tell you more about her and school tomorrow. Love, Saffron Swirl Author's Note Sorry this chapter is so short. I just didn't have anything else to say. I hope you liked it! More on SchoolDear ponies of the past, I went back to school today. History class was first period! Guess what I learned? I learned that you you six have these special things called the Elements Of Harmony. I wonder what those are. My best friend in the whole wide world, Honey Muffin, said her mom told her about it. Apparently, they're six special jewels that represent something. Honey didn't exactly say what they represented. We'll probably learn it tomorrow. In science, I told my teacher about my plan to make metal wings. She loved it! We even worked on new blueprints after school! I can't wait to see how they turn out. Honey Muffin (an earth pony) and I can't wait to fly. Sorry this chapter is so short. I have tuba practice today! Love, Saffron Swirl Author's Note Sorry this chapter's short! Thanks for your comments so far! Honey Muffin's HouseDear ponies of the past, School was nothing interesting. But after school, I had a lot of fun! I went to my best friend Honey Muffin's house! Well, she didn't invite me. I came uninvited. I came for a reason, so hear me out. Honey, her mom and dad, and her four little brothers almost treat me like family. I really needed to do something with her. I just walked in the door and called, 'I'm home!" Honey ran right over. ""Hey, Saffron!" Now, before I get into the rest, I'll tell you what Honey Muffin looks like. Her coat is light brown with a peach muzzle (Since you live 200 years back, I'll just tell you now that most ponies these days have some sort of extra design). Her mane is blonde, but she dyed the tips pink for some extra color.Honey is the best baker ever, so her cutie mark is a muffin (Pretty coincidental, right?).You know what, I'll just add a picture. There. So, where was I? We went to Honey's room to have a conversation. Now you'll learn what I needed to ask her. I asked Honey for help on the metal wings because I'm not an inventor. Luckily, she agreed when I showed her the blueprints. Ever since we were fillies, we talked about flying. The one problem is that she's not really an inventor, either. We'll get through it together, hopefully. Soon enough it got late. I had to get home or else my mom would kill me. Once I got home, I read books. Yes, very boring, but it's all I had to do. I found two somewhat cool books. One was on the Elements Of Harmony. There's a nonfiction book report coming up, so I decided this would be my book. It looks real cool. The other book, well, I don't really know what it is. It looks like a diary, but I can't be sure. Someone's cutie mark was on the cover. Definitely a diary. Not my mom's or dad's or mine. I just put it back for now. Maybe I'll come back to it later. Love, Saffron Swirl Author's Note Sorry this chapter took so long! I kept fixing it and figuring out how to add pictures and forgetting to save... Just happy it's finally finished. A Weekend's Nice WalkDear ponies of the past, Today's my first day really describing my day instead of telling a story. Too bad I did nothing much today. I sat, and sat, and sat all day. I was bored, and I had no school today. What am I supposed to do? Walks are something. I told my parents where I was going- a walk. I wasn't exactly sure where to. Just a walk. First I grabbed my favorite accessories: a matching green and silver necklace and tiara set. They make me feel like a princess. I put them on, brushed my teeth, did some makeup, brushed my mane and tail, and trot out the door. I walk a mile, then star for a while. Canterlot is a big city. There's so much places to go! I decided to walk over to the little public garden that opened last year. You guys probably have no idea what this is. Well, I'll just tell you then. It's a very pretty place. You'd like it. The garden is pretty small, but they fit a lot into it. There are giant flowerpots along the sides of it. There are benches along the flowerpots, which are about the size of a bench. There's also an outdoor cafe and a pond. The surrounding flowers are in pretty arrangements. Some of the flowers are huge sunflowers, rainbow colored tulips, and daisies as white as snow. Of course, I can't forget my favorite, the roses. They are red, white and pink. They help me calm down for some reason. I sat by them today, even though I was already calm. There's a little birdbath right by the roses. Today there were two birds sitting on it. Only one was quite rare. I just sat there, looking at the birds. They reminded me of something. Birds. What do they do? Lay eggs. Look pretty with their feathers. Fly. Fly with wings. They fly with wings. That's it. When I even discovered the time machine, I was trying to make metal wings. So I can fly. I haven't told you, but I've been wanting to do that for a while. I went home after. I tried to figure out how to make them, but I got nowhere. I've been planning all day. It's now 4am and now I'm really tired. There's always tomorrow, right? Because I REALLY need to go to bed and get some sleep. Love, Saffron Swirl Author's Note Is Saffron a Mary-Sue? Is this story bad? Please tell me so because I want to make this story worthwhile. Constructive criticism 100% accepted!
So, Here's How It All Happened...Dear ponies of the past, You are probably wondering how I, Saffron Swirl, the world's new favorite pony, (probably exaggerating on the last part) got this letter to you? You probably are. It's complicated, so bear with me. Good thing I have a whole diary to fill! It all started in a place that nobody would have guessed. It all started in school. Yesterday's history class made everything click. In class, we learned about six special ponies named Fluttershy, Rarity, Twilight Sparkle, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, and Applejack (Hopefully you guys). ~~They~~ You seemed so special. I'm not that special. The only thing that makes me all that special is my talent . Every pony has a talent. It's not that big of a deal, really. Well, why do I like my talent? I use it to make money. Yes, I do really use my talent to make money. Not illegally of course! My talent is magic. Not an ultra-special, super-powerful kind of magic, but magician magic. My cutie mark is a magic 8 ball, if you care. I put on little magic shows on weekends for the ponies in my high school. Today's magic show, I decided to try something new. I was going to make wings out of metal. First, I needed to locate the nearest metal. There's a spell for that! I made the "metal" come out of the ground. It was in an odd, scary shape. All the other ponies ran away. I knew just who to ask. My mom is a scientist. She can figure out absolutely anything. I decided it was best to call her out. She ran over, and I pointed out the odd metal. She looked at me in the eye. I knew not to mess with Mom! I simply nodded and let her do what she does best. I went inside and waited for around ten minutes. "Saffron!", Mom called me back. I ran outside. Mom told me, "I figured it out. It's a time machine for small objects. Place your object here, turn the dial to choose the, day, year, month, day, and time, press the button, and away it goes!" I was in pure amazement. Then I came up with an idea. The greatest idea of all time. I can't fit in the machine, but a small book can. I bought a notebook and started writing. I'll write until this book is filled, and send it through the machine. Then it'll get to you, you'll learn about the future, and I'll go down in history. Love, Saffron Swirl, your new pen pal (sort of) Author's Note UGH I FORGOT TO SAVE AND I HAD TO WRITE IT ALL OVER AGAIN!!!!! I hope Saffron isn't a mary-sue to you guys. Constructive critisism accepted!
An Essay From Writing ClassDear ponies of the past, Monday. Yaaaaaaaay. My absolute FAVORITE day of the week. How am I supposed to survive? It's easy. I'll tell you how. I try to be creative. Writing class is especially great for being creative. The writing teacher always wants to see something creative. Today he gave us a theme: What I'm going to do when I graduate. Here was my chance to tell everyone my epic goals. I took it home and I'll copy it down for you guys. "When I graduate, I am going to make history. I am going to use my special magic to do great things. Hopefully, my magic will be used to make great innovations in the future. I will learn how to make metal wings so earth ponies and unicorns, like me, can experience flight and simply take off the wings once we're done. I believe this invention will be a huge success. I also plan to invent many other things. I will create them at my magic shows. My magic shows will also be where I get the profit for these inventions. There is one more way I will make history. Recently I have discovered a time machine in my yard. I will be writing in a small notebook about my day-to-day life, then, once it is full, send it 200 years into the past. It will be a great innovation for ponies of the past to learn about the future! I hope I really do go down in history." Okay, I'm not the best at writing, and it's just a rough draft. I tried. Anyway, I've got to go. My best friend invited me over. I'll tell you more about her and school tomorrow. Love, Saffron Swirl Author's Note Sorry this chapter is so short. I just didn't have anything else to say. I hope you liked it!
More on SchoolDear ponies of the past, I went back to school today. History class was first period! Guess what I learned? I learned that you you six have these special things called the Elements Of Harmony. I wonder what those are. My best friend in the whole wide world, Honey Muffin, said her mom told her about it. Apparently, they're six special jewels that represent something. Honey didn't exactly say what they represented. We'll probably learn it tomorrow. In science, I told my teacher about my plan to make metal wings. She loved it! We even worked on new blueprints after school! I can't wait to see how they turn out. Honey Muffin (an earth pony) and I can't wait to fly. Sorry this chapter is so short. I have tuba practice today! Love, Saffron Swirl Author's Note Sorry this chapter's short! Thanks for your comments so far!
Honey Muffin's HouseDear ponies of the past, School was nothing interesting. But after school, I had a lot of fun! I went to my best friend Honey Muffin's house! Well, she didn't invite me. I came uninvited. I came for a reason, so hear me out. Honey, her mom and dad, and her four little brothers almost treat me like family. I really needed to do something with her. I just walked in the door and called, 'I'm home!" Honey ran right over. ""Hey, Saffron!" Now, before I get into the rest, I'll tell you what Honey Muffin looks like. Her coat is light brown with a peach muzzle (Since you live 200 years back, I'll just tell you now that most ponies these days have some sort of extra design). Her mane is blonde, but she dyed the tips pink for some extra color.Honey is the best baker ever, so her cutie mark is a muffin (Pretty coincidental, right?).You know what, I'll just add a picture. There. So, where was I? We went to Honey's room to have a conversation. Now you'll learn what I needed to ask her. I asked Honey for help on the metal wings because I'm not an inventor. Luckily, she agreed when I showed her the blueprints. Ever since we were fillies, we talked about flying. The one problem is that she's not really an inventor, either. We'll get through it together, hopefully. Soon enough it got late. I had to get home or else my mom would kill me. Once I got home, I read books. Yes, very boring, but it's all I had to do. I found two somewhat cool books. One was on the Elements Of Harmony. There's a nonfiction book report coming up, so I decided this would be my book. It looks real cool. The other book, well, I don't really know what it is. It looks like a diary, but I can't be sure. Someone's cutie mark was on the cover. Definitely a diary. Not my mom's or dad's or mine. I just put it back for now. Maybe I'll come back to it later. Love, Saffron Swirl Author's Note Sorry this chapter took so long! I kept fixing it and figuring out how to add pictures and forgetting to save... Just happy it's finally finished.
A Weekend's Nice WalkDear ponies of the past, Today's my first day really describing my day instead of telling a story. Too bad I did nothing much today. I sat, and sat, and sat all day. I was bored, and I had no school today. What am I supposed to do? Walks are something. I told my parents where I was going- a walk. I wasn't exactly sure where to. Just a walk. First I grabbed my favorite accessories: a matching green and silver necklace and tiara set. They make me feel like a princess. I put them on, brushed my teeth, did some makeup, brushed my mane and tail, and trot out the door. I walk a mile, then star for a while. Canterlot is a big city. There's so much places to go! I decided to walk over to the little public garden that opened last year. You guys probably have no idea what this is. Well, I'll just tell you then. It's a very pretty place. You'd like it. The garden is pretty small, but they fit a lot into it. There are giant flowerpots along the sides of it. There are benches along the flowerpots, which are about the size of a bench. There's also an outdoor cafe and a pond. The surrounding flowers are in pretty arrangements. Some of the flowers are huge sunflowers, rainbow colored tulips, and daisies as white as snow. Of course, I can't forget my favorite, the roses. They are red, white and pink. They help me calm down for some reason. I sat by them today, even though I was already calm. There's a little birdbath right by the roses. Today there were two birds sitting on it. Only one was quite rare. I just sat there, looking at the birds. They reminded me of something. Birds. What do they do? Lay eggs. Look pretty with their feathers. Fly. Fly with wings. They fly with wings. That's it. When I even discovered the time machine, I was trying to make metal wings. So I can fly. I haven't told you, but I've been wanting to do that for a while. I went home after. I tried to figure out how to make them, but I got nowhere. I've been planning all day. It's now 4am and now I'm really tired. There's always tomorrow, right? Because I REALLY need to go to bed and get some sleep. Love, Saffron Swirl Author's Note Is Saffron a Mary-Sue? Is this story bad? Please tell me so because I want to make this story worthwhile. Constructive criticism 100% accepted!
