Amereep's Anthology of Flashficsby AmereepChaptersLaughter, Both Old and NewA Lovely Night, RuinedKindness and a GardenWhat were you thinking?Birthday MagicWhere Your Loyalties LieHonesty Ain't the Best PolicyHidden MotivesI Was Blind, (But Now I See)The Last Thing on the ListBlack & WhiteI Thought We Were FriendsBittersweetSundownThings UnwrittenDeparturesFace Your FearsI'm Flying Without WingsDream A Little DreamAfter the Storm★ Early BirdAtmospherePranked!Poetic JusticeTwo Truths And A LieAccelerated EvolutionSleight of HandTemplesThe PotionAn Inconvenient ParadoxBreak the Rules!Myth and LegendJust This OncePrideI didn’t think the leopards would eat MY face!I hardly know herThe Feeling's New to MeSkintight BodysuitA Terrible Day to Have EyesMultiversal Mayhemcarousel★ A Unique ExperimentPure EvilUnderratedThey're Revolting!And Some Pain TooCue the Fireworks!Knock It Off★ In The GardenLeftoverSeasideSyrupy SweetThat Last Lingering Shred of HopeLow ResolutionRising StarIt's a Gift!BureaucracyHere's the PlanThe HauntingThrough the AgesWhat You Leave BehindNo Time Like the Present★ Now We're FriendsThe Most Important ThingsDead or AliveI didn't do it!Ow! Where did that come from?Just the Two of UsA Dragon's HeartA Change in the WindA Near MissSo Long and GoodnightA Song I Remember★ Drama QueenAnimal AnticsAnniversaryMeanwhile, Down on the Farm...Even the Heartless Have a HeartSecond ChancesLove, Ambushed ByAnd Nothing Was The SameThe ProphecyThe Most Devastating InsultZugzwangUncharacteristicA Good MealLaughter, Both Old and NewAuthor's Note January 2018 I've primped up the text and used exactly 150 words. Why am I telling you the number of words? You'll see... The Jokes Are Getting Old Laughter, Both Old and New "Now ask me 'how I did in court.'" "Do I have to?" "Come on, Twilight. You'll love the punchline." Pinkie said as she's holding up an empty hanger. The Alicorn sighs at the line that was about to come, "How'd you do in court?" "I lost the suit!" "Marvelous," Twilight said with no real interest. "Now let me get back to reading." "Wait, there's more!" "There's more?" she groans. "So a farmer has three daughters and-" "-they had dates. One was named Shower Confetti and said they would eat spaghetti. Another was named Doughnut Joe and said they'll see a show. The last one was named Moon Struck and was shot by the father. Yeah, that's an old joke too. Here's a new joke; you know Cranky?" "The donkey? Yeah." "Remember how you threw his back out." "Uh-huh." "You know how he would describe you?" "How?" "A pain in the-" A Lovely Night, RuinedAuthor's Note February 2018 This is based off something that happened to my grandma when she was cooking. Under Pressure, Will Explode A Lovely Night, Ruined Rarity is such an amazing mare, she seems to find the time to get everything done. She's been pushing herself, so tonight, I want her to relax during our date. I knock on her door and she greets me in the alluring way as usual; flipping her mane, fluttering those eyes, and saying "Good evening, darling. I'm thrilled that you came. I've prepared bucatini for tonight's special occasion." "Actually, I was thinking of going out tonight." "Nope, I won't hear of it. Everything must be perfect. Now sit down, I'll check the steam pressure if it's ready." "Steam pressure?" "Yes," she head towards the kitchen, "I was in a hurry and thought I cou-AAHHH!!!!" I run into the kitchen and see bucatini splattered everywhere. She starts to whimper at the mess and she buries her face into my chest. I stroke her head, "Why don't we go out for pizza?" Kindness and a GardenAuthor's Note May 2018 In 'Final Fantasy 8', the term 'garden' is used to imply a school. I'm going to be using that meaning here. This could cause a tumor Kindness and a Garden (Go to open house, she said. Learn about them, she said. Be polite, she said. That stuck up bi-) "Sour Sweet! What a surprise to meet you here for open house." "Are you kidding? I wouldn't want to miss this for the world!" (Who wouldn't miss the opportunity to feel like a cat at a dogshow?) "You seem upbeat today." "It must be your infectious attitude." (That's giving me a rash.) "Well, let me show you around the school." "I would love that!" (If you would just drop dead.) "Here's the Library." "Awesome." (-ly boring.) "Now the Science Lab." "Amazing." (That it hasn't exploded yet.) "This is our Garden." "Pretty." (Awful.) "The Band Room." "Oooooooo!" (So boring.) "Our Gymnasium." "I see." (That you won't SHUT UP!!!!) "And the Cafeteria! Here, take a bite of my award winning pie." "Why thank you." (But I insist, you take the first bite.) *SPLAT* What were you thinking?Author's Note July 2018 Around Spring time, I usually take this temporary job for a company that makes yearbooks. They pay well, encourage overtime, and deals with schools from all across the states. I love getting glimpses in the yearbooks for the many creative, cleaver, and smart choices each school made. However, there are also some bad choices they've made. We can't correct them because it's their choice, so we just have a laugh and move on. There was one decision a school made that had to be the dumbest choice I've ever seen. It seemed like a smart idea at the time What were you thinking? "You wanted to see me, Principal Celestia." "Ah Spirit, head of the year book committee, right? I've been looking over the proofs and I was wondering about this." "That? That's something the team thought up for the first years. You know how the seniors get a 'then and now' pictures, well we thought of giving the freshmen 'now and will' pictures." "You made them look like they're in their golden years. And you don't even have the 'now' pictures." "We ran out of room." "*sigh* I can't accept these. The parents of the students will be looking for their children within these pages, and when they see their child looking like senior citations, we'll be hearing a backlash and will be expected to remove the pictures and replace them with the proper ones." "Alright, Principal Celestia. We'll replace them immediately." "And next time, don't replace the absent student with flowers." Birthday MagicAuthor's Note September 2018 I hate September. The month is like a doomsday clock to me as it continues to tick down to the end of the month. Once it hits the 30th, we honor a day that I just completely dread...... my birthday. *Sigh* but let's put that aside and focus on the prompt. What is it anyways? ...............................WHAT KIND OF SICK JOKE IS THIS? Guess Why Birthday Magic The orange mare continues to frantically pace back and forth, "Okay, don't panic. We just need ta find somepony ta help us." Her brother watches in concern while cradling a green foal. "Starlight? Nuh-uh, she's fine at magic; but this is out of her field. Zecora? But she's outta town. A doctor? Naw, they can't stand us Apples." she covers her face in panic with the stetson hat she wears, "Oh poor Granny Smith, we'll get ya back to normal. Don't ya fret." "Call me crazy, Applejack." spoke a red bowed filly, "but ah think Baby Smith likes this." "How can ya say that? She was havin' a fine time as she was before. Sitin' in her chair, rockin' day after day, nothin' ta worry about. What makes ya think she wanted this?" In the kitchen, a cake holding more than eighty blown-out candles still waits to be eaten. Where Your Loyalties LieAuthor's Note November 2018 The rules state that... All entries must be MLP-related ...well here's one I'm sure everyone can relate to MLP with. It's a simple premise, but I'm adding a little spice to it as I'll be imitating a specific writing style of someone's. It won't be a perfect similarity, but I'm sure you can figure out who I'm impersonating. Tis but a show Where Your Loyalties Lie Oh Faust, what have thou douse upon me? Dreaming of such a land of make believe. I hinder the thought it cometh to light. They seek my legion with them, yet I say, 'neigh'. Recreant, I am. Though my soul cries out, 'A PONY! A PONY! MY DIGNITY FOR A PONY!' Yearn instincts to compete prismatic's tenacity. Heart gives way to timid soul's rejoice. Share apples with the voice of the south. Receive grace by the presence for beauty. Merrily banter with maiden of curls. Witness feats from doyen of sorcery. What is this for I have seen? Poison? Nectar? Slop? Custard? Torn between society and pleasure. Doest liking no longer brand me a man? To lure daughters of Eve, 'tis intent. Yet holds the likes of me captive, why? Haunting assailant, what right gives thou to judge? Take my shame and skew'r mine core. For I am, a Brony. Honesty Ain't the Best PolicyAuthor's Note January 2019 DARN IT, AMEREEP!!! You've been at this for a year, you should know how to please the overlord by now. Hmm.... they like her.... and they appear to approve those stories.... if I have any hope of outnumbering the impossible, I need to put in twice the dosage. ........alright, I'll do just that. One, Two, Buckle My Heart Honesty Ain't the Best Policy "Truth or dare?" "Dare!" "I dare you to act like Fluttershy." "Ooo this ought to be good." "Now don't hold back, dear. Get her down right." "Please, I know how Fluttershy acts. *ahem* Oh hello, I'm Fluttershy." "Hahahaha!!!" "I don't sound like that." "I'm sorry Fluttershy, but you kinda do." "Besides Sugarcube, this is all in good fun." "If that is okay with you." "Well I don't want to be a bother, if that is okay with yo-.... wait!" "Heeheeheehee!!!" "Wow Dash, it's like you know exactly what she's going to say before she says it." "Really?" "Aahahahaha!!!!!" "Ooh, this is making me so mad." "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm just honestly trying to be the best you I can." "Oh, that's okay." "Friends?" "Friends." "Yay!" "......................" "Okay, this is starting to get a bit creepy. You can stop this now." "Stop what?" "I got this. Hey y'all, I've brought cider." "CIDER?!?!" Hidden MotivesAuthor's Note February 2019 I'm not in the mood to make any humorous prologue or a clever design for the story. I'm feeling too blue. It's Complicated Hidden Motives "There's the mare with the skills to pay the bills." "What is it, Zephyr?" spoke the irritated Rainbow Dash. "Oh just this," he waves a card in his wing. "A letter I got from a secret admirer." "Hm-hmm." "I'm too proud to admit it, but your bravado always gets my heart racing and your charm can be so intoxicating at times. I wish I could spend my time with you for Hearts and Hooves Day." Zephyr gives her a sly grin, "Sound familiar?" "No, but it sounds like she has poor taste." The mare gives a snicker, "I bet that letter isn't even real. I think this is an attempt of yours to try and make me feel jealous." "Say what you want, but I am here to grant your wish. Just as you requested." Dash groans at his decision and kept screaming in her head... "It worked! IT WORKED!!!" I Was Blind, (But Now I See)Author's Note March 2019 Another month and another lucky shot struck me. What do I mean by this? Well remember that story I said a while back that I wanted to get out into the world? Yeah, this is another part of that story. This speech/story is roughly the entire concept for this certain character I have in mind. And no, you won't know who this guy is since he's an OC. Sol's Concept I Was Blind, (But Now I See) I entered this world the usual way; just like many ponies have before me. I was greeted by my parents; just like many ponies have done prior. But unlike the ponies hitherto been; I never saw them back. Cursed? Perhaps; for my vision is impaired to watch nothing but darkness. A cure? Nothing but a ploy; to raise my hopes only for them to be shot down. But as luck would favor, I was born as a certain breed; a Unicorn, the magic wielding race. Proof of this stood at my forehead; a symbol that marked all of our kind. Like a beacon, my horn acts like a radar that detects the magic swarming about; caressing us, forging us, empowering us to march forward. It enlightens me. It guides me. I can feel..... no, I can see the magic flowing through the air; forging new light to my darken world. The Last Thing on the ListAuthor's Note April 2019 Have nothing to really say this month. I've been busy with work. 60 hours a week with only one day off in between. Twilight.EXE has crashed The Last Thing on the List "Twilight," a concerned Starlight asked, "Are you alright?" The punctual Twilight is rocking herself on the floor, "Mustn't..... but..... I have...... yet...... shouldn't......" Puzzled, she spoke to the dragon in the room, "You weren't kidding, Spike. She's completely lost it. What happened to her?" The drake had a guilty look on his face as he tried to avoid eye contact. He hands her a parchment and Starlight levitates it towards her face. Checklist for the day ``` ☑ Fix the bed. ☑ Eat a meal of exactly three hundred calories. ☑ Re-organize the books. ☑ Review students' homework. ☑ Write tomorrow's checklist. ☑ Re-organize the books again. ☑ Burn calories from meal earlier through exorcise. ☑ Give a speech to the other princesses about the need for scrolls. ☑ Re-organize the books........ again. ☐ Leave unchecked. ``` Starlight gave a vexing look at the dragon. "It was just an April Foals' prank." Black & WhiteAuthor's Note May 2019 Ah jeez, this prompt. I'm drawing nothing but a blank here. The phrase makes me think of Pokemon at first, but then it makes me think of the original Game Boy; which is strange because when it comes to media that involve the phrase 'Black and White', you tend to think of old silent mo-........uh oh......I think I'm gonna push the limitations of what I can get away with for this month. Animation by Hasbro. Effect and editing by Amereep. The last image though is also edited by ethaes. And here is some music for your pleasure. You may need it. *Projection Sound* Black & White The Meek By somepony Cast ``` The Meek - - - - - Fluttershy The Bully - - - Garble ``` "Please, you must leave before the moon appears. I don't want to hurt you." "Hurt us? The one that's going to get hurt is YOU, pony." "Don't tell me that you're scared by her words." "She's a pushov- why are you staring at us like that?" *Squee!* The End Paid for by the ponies of The Meek Association I Thought We Were FriendsAuthor's Note August 2019 Maya Angelou once said, 'If you don't like something, change it. If you can't change it, change your attitude.' So I guess I'm gonna have to change my approach with these stories into a territory that's outside of my usual. Until Then, Do We Part I Thought We Were Friends "So..." Trixie lowered her teacup, "I was just a phase for you." "No you're not." Starlight said reassuringly. "It's just like with Maud. It was girls' night out every week, just the three of us. But when Mudbriar came by, it started to become the two of us every other week. And eventually..." "That's not going to happen with me and Sunburst." "He's going to be the most important pony in your life. When you need support, he'll be close by. And when you need a partner, you'll think of him first. You're already too busy for me with your counseling, what do you think a husband will bring? And if you have any foals..." "Trixie..." "........I'll leave you to your wedding plans." Trixie pushed herself from the table. "I might as well start planning too." she choked on her words, "That year-long world tour doesn't seem that impossible now." BittersweetAuthor's Note September 2019 Bittersweet, huh? *Hearing sappy music within head* So many choices, so many ideas I have, but can't express them because of limitations. Perhaps that's the Autism in me, or maybe it's the lack of a drive that'll keep me going. The 150 word limit isn't doing me any favors, either. Hmm... but I think I know what needs to be said. *Begins writing and reviews it* ..........I am such a hypocrite. The Spark of the Flame Bittersweet Pistachio plops his head on the table, "But everypony was only interested in Polomare's designs. They didn't even look twice at mine." "The sad thing about making something new," Coco begins as she sews, "is that once you create them, they'll be overshadowed by your competition. Like a candle's flame, it battles to stay alive for ponies to witness the majestic dance it performs. But it often can be overlooked by bigger and brighter flames. With no ponies surrounding it, the flame will extinguish to the harsh winds of life. Losing its chance to rival the sun." "Where's the joy then? Why create when hardly anypony will see them?" Coco snaps the thread. "The only joy flames truly receive, is the warmth it gives off to ponies." Levitating a small sewed hat, she places it on a worn out doll. "Even if it's just for the pony who lit it." SundownAuthor's Note October 2019 Alright ya contradicting hashtag. It's sundown, and I see'n that yer still here. The winner's spot ain't big enough for the two of us, so I reckon I'm gonna have to put ya down. ............WRITE! So Long for Now Sundown "YOU'RE ENDING DARING DO!?!?!?!?!" "I can't keep up these adventures forever, Dash. I'm getting old, my adventuring days are fast approaching to an end." "But you can't end it! What if you wrote about made up adventures like.....like.....like Daring Do teaming up with a tie wearing gorilla!" "Dash, it's over." "This is a nightmare. Daring Do can't end." "The story will never end, Dash. Not as long as there are dedicated fans to keep it alive." "It won't be the same. It'll just be a bunch of crummy ripoffs and fanfics." "That's the beauty of it, new blood will be taking the helm and make it work better than it is now. As long as the spirit is there, there will always be a story to tell about Daring Do." "Will it really?" "Eventually. After a sunset, there will always be darkness before the sun rises again with newfound ambition." Things UnwrittenAuthor's Note December 2019 It's the holidays. It really leaves you with the feels, doesn't it? Heart Things Unwritten I didn't think I'd ever find somepony like you. A strong, soft-spoken stallion that I can feel comfortable around. It feels like yesterday when we first met. Both of us timidly shy, searching for the right thing to say. Just two foalish ponies smitten at the other's presence. I'd often envision what the future would hold for us. Marriage? Foals? Lots of foals? I felt like anything would be possible as we share our lives together. I guess they're just dreams thought up by a filly now. Because she's there. You seem so happy, so forward now... so unreachable. You're even talking to me. Talking so fluently with no repression in your words. The wishes, the foals,... the love... all the things that gave me joy is now crumbling from the missing pillar. Just how? How can I respond any different from that day? The day that meant nothing. "Mm-hmm." DeparturesAuthor's Note February 2020 George Washington birthday is the 22nd of February. Just so happens to be my grandma's birthday as well. which is why she was named, Georgia. She passed away at 96, but she would've been 101 years old this month. So why am I talking about her? Because 2 years ago, I wrote a story that involved my grandma during the month of February and I find it ironic that I'm doing it again this month as well. I made a story about her in the month of her 99th and 101st birthday, but not her 100th. Ocean Departures Bright Bramley pulls his head up from the tub, "I gogh au auffle!" he announces, his face completely drenched. Bramley trots in place and shows his father the fruit in his mouth, "ish ya shee?" "Eeyup!" Bramley heads off to show his accomplishment toward his cousins at the apple family reunion, leaving Big Mac behind. Mac focuses on the tub of water, letting his mind drift like the apples floating inside. His distant gaze didn't go unnoticed by his approaching sister, Applejack. She knew what he was thinking, she was thinking it too, "First time we've had a get-together without Granny Smith." "Eeyup." Applejack leans on her brother for comfort, which he gives in return. "...there's something the minister once told me." Macintosh reminisces aloud to his sister, "Life is like an ocean, each of us are our own boats that sail it. And Granny's boat... hers was a battleship. Face Your FearsAuthor's Note March 2020 One of the things my curse (Autism) has brought me is that I can't relate to the majority's perspective. A story might be emotionally powerful to many, but I just see it as an irritating hurdle to sit through or a plot device to make a character look cool. Many stories on Fimfiction (or even any story for that matter) don't leave me with anything but a jumble pile of words. So what does this have to do with this month's story? Absolutely nothing. Thee Horn Face Your Fears "I don't like it." huffed Shining Armor, "Why is that terrorist part of the guard?" Second Wind watched his captain pacing back and forth to fume out this bit of news. "I know you're still upset that she turned your wife to stone, but ease up on Tempest." "After what she did? Just what kind of pony would sell out her country just to get a horn back?" "Her horn must mean a lot to her." "That's no excuse. We shouldn't have ponies that would hand over Equestria representing the guard." "Would you give up your daughter?" Shining Armor shivered his entire body stiff. "If you had to choose between giving up Equestria or Flurry Heart, which would it be?" Caught within an impossible choice, Armor felt the cold impact of the question ripple through his body. "Tempest probably reacted similar as you are now. Will you answer the same?" I'm Flying Without WingsAuthor's Note May 2020 Well since the 'numeric nemesis' is back, it would be wise that I should try for this month. Because June already has its winner decided. Curiosity I'm Flying Without Wings There's good reason why you shouldn't stick your nose in things, curiosity kills the cat after all, and the killer is using that cat's intestines as a fiddle for me to dance to. I felt this coming. Like a yak-in-the-box, I anticipated this oncoming approach, but this sicko found a way to smash my reality to pieces. I could've saved this mare, could've had her live another day to enjoy a dip in the bathtub instead of sprawling in a pool of her own blood. Now I have a corpse, and I'm no closer at finding who this scumbag is. I'm not going to rest until I hunt them down and make them pay for what they've done. You might assume that I'm sticking my nose in things that don't involve me. I can assure you, they brought me into this, and I'm going to find out who killed me. Dream A Little DreamAuthor's Note June 2020 It's been years since I was in school, but I still recall the nightmares I faced on a regular basis. What's Real Anymore? Dream A Little Dream "You're in a dream." "WHAT?!" "I said, can I borrow your pen?" Twilight offers Sugarcoat the pen in her shaking hand. "You look like a train wreck right now." Sugarcoat bluntly states. "Today's been tearing me apart." Twilight slides her fingers through her messy hair, "Everybody's been saying 'None of this is real' or 'You must wake up' all day to me. I can't figure out if I'm sleeping, if I'm trapped in an illusion, or even if I'm just losing my mind!!" Twilight takes deep breaths to try and calm down, "I need water." Twilight leaves her Crystal Prep classmates while she rubs her hands and tries to make sense of things. The moment Twilight leaves through the door, Lemon Zest bursts into laughter. Sugarcoat looks over to Sunny Flare with an amuse look, "What now?" Sunny carries a smug expression, "Now we sit back and enjoy the meltdown." After the StormAuthor's Note July 2020 So the hectic week of 12 hour shifts is over with and it seems like it would be a good idea to use that as reference somehow, but I realized something. No one wants a story of a drowsy pony after their shift. It's just too boring. So I'll go back into my little world with this one. Degringoladé After the Storm "Some proclamation." "Be quiet." "You really got through to them when you said, 'can you offer a job?'" "Shut up!" "Make me." "..." "Just look at yourself, nothing's changed. You're back where you were before, a broken pony without a purpose in life." "..." "How long has it been? Ten? Twenty?" "Four years." "Not since his fall." "..." "You know what I'm talking about." "...the day I was damned." "Now you're being honest with yourself." "..." "You're starting to admit it. Deep down, you're just making excuses for yourself." "..." "You know that it's impossible, you're going to be struggling for the rest of your days as half a unicorn. One that feels demoralized for being handicapped." "..." "You see this. And you know where this pointless search will take you." "..." "You'll start to accept that there's no hope, begin to feel miserable about everything, and you'll finish it by committing sui-" *CRSSH* "...I hate mirrors." ★ Early BirdAuthor's Note August 2020 Whelp, here's another throwaway flashfic. Insanity ★ Early Bird As the sun rises, the young colt finishes his sharp appearance for the day ahead. Fur cleaned, mane styled, he radiates confidence as he reviews himself in the mirror. "You failed yesterday," he coaches his reflection, "but today, you'll finally get them." His lips curl below his honed eyes, "I'm positive." As the sun falls, the young colt watches as another foal leaves with their parents. Gleeful interest, expressive endearment, they resonate affection as he watches from the windowsill. Foals behind him play about until a pony wearing black clothing appears at the door. "Time to wash up for dinner, everypony," she issues. The foals obey her, but she notices the distracted colt, "You too, Flash Sentry." "Yes, Sister Marey." She leaves, but Flash keeps watching the new family. "You failed today," Flash reminds himself, "but tomorrow, you'll finally get them." His lips quiver below his misty eyes, "I'm positive." AtmosphereAuthor's Note September 2020 One of the things that I find that makes a great story/movie/show/whatever is something that appears simple, but has a deeper meaning to it. A ring being an invisible tether that ties souls together, gripping an apple indicating a sign of wisdom, a broken sword implying a shattered will. A good story is one that gets across a point, and symbolism is the thread that ties it together. Unfortunately, the message might not come across quite clearly at times. Before doing these monthly contests, I participated in another monthly contest called 'The 11 Second Club'. It's a lot like these 150-word flashfics, the difference is that you're given a sound file that is 11 seconds long to animate to. What's more, the winner is decided through the community and gets their animation reviewed by a professional animator. But the communications over there is terrible as there's no way to reply or PM anyone. There's a forum and you can comment on animations, but it's only during the judging and your comment only appears after the winner is announced. The comments I was given were mostly pointing out flaws that I overlooked, and I agree that it was an oversight. I'm more of a storyteller than a dazzler, so I often glance over places and focused on specific areas more than other. The 'Money Shots' were given their treatment, but the last shot of the last entry was special to me. I focused on the subtle eye movement and the twirl of her wrist, but the one I was strongly devoted on was the camera's position and the book's location. It wasn't to keep me from animating her mouth, it was to imply something for the audience to pick up on. I could've touched upon a few places outside of the quality, and when someone left a comment that said... 'For the final shot, the camera needs to be in a different position, or the female character needs to lower the book to see her facial movements.' ...I was infuriated. I wanted to tell him what I was going for, yet there was no way to contact him; but judging by the second portion of his comment about how the first shot needed more movement, he only cared for motion and not the message. He didn't catch the symbolism I was making in this animation, so I want to try to retell the event through a media that quite literally, 'writes it out for you'. It'll be different for continuity sake, but the message should stay the same. Hell Has No Fury Like..... (Adaptation) Atmosphere "Come on, Twilight. I said I was sorry." Twilight's face stays deadpan on the book she reads while sitting on the wooden stool. "Did you hear me?" Spike asks for his unreplied apology. Twilight lifts the book up to eye level in her aura, practically buried within its pages. Spike starts to feel the anxiety swirling inside himself, worried at the fact that he was unheard once again. Despite the close proximity, Spike never felt more farther from her. If only he could get a better look at her face to get a sense that he's reaching her. Spike stretches his neck to see her expression, but Twilight shifts in her seat, blocking his attempt. "So I goofed up." Spike tries to soften the issue, "It isn't that-" he quivers upon seeing Twilight leering at him. Peering over the hardcover wall that she constructed to keep his distance from her. Pranked!Author's Note December 2020 Pranked, huh? ...I got an idea. A looping story where the reader clicks on a link at the end that'll send them back to the beginning of the story. A prank that keeps them in a loop until they realize they're in it! All I need is for the readers to be open minded and accepting about clicking a link within a story. ........this is hopeless. Time for plan B. Conditioner Pranked! Escaping through the warehouse with the masked assailant pursuing, she darts for the backdoor, only for folding blinds constructing before her. Trapped with little hope, she turns to her chaser. The fuchsia aura emits like a flame from them, but she only grins. She throws a can of manespray between the two of them and it sprays out a thick fog for her to escape in. She falls on her tail and it springs her over the blinds. Out the door, she stretches her mane and flings herself outta there, but a giant maneclip pins her prehensile mane to the wall. The mare makes a low giggle, watching her approaching captor seething their rage through heavy breathing and giving a killing gaze. She struggles to hold in her chuckling, but goes into uncontrollable laughter as Radiance appears from the shadows, causing the moonlight to bounce off of her bare head. Poetic JusticeAuthor's Note January 2021 How funny. Poetic Justice. It almost sounds like Poetic Irony. Bra(n)ded Poetic Justice "And that's why they call him a 'waffle stealer'?" "Yup. And since then, no one can stand the guy and avoids him." "That's ridiculous. Just because he forked a waffle piece off of someone else's plate shouldn't brand him in such a harsh way. It was a bold move on his part, but he seems like a decent guy." "Maybe." "Maybe? You're saying you don't know anything about him?" "Well I know he plays guitar, and... there's... hmm..." "That's all you know?" "Pretty much. I don't want to be viewed in a negative light by associating with him." "Well who does associate with him?" "..." "...is there anypony who associates with him?" "..." "...I'm going to talk to him." "But others will look down on you for doing so!" "Then let there gazes be low. I wouldn't be much of a princess of friendship if I'd ignore the loneliest pony in Equestria." Two Truths And A LieAuthor's Note February 2021 This is one prompt I'm completely stumped on. I don't think I've ever heard of the game before, but the premise seems clear enough. However, just how can one imply this prompt within a story of limited words? It needs to be fast. It needs to be clear. And it needs to be relatable. ...I think I got a dish that'll satisfy this prompt's apatite. Cooking By The Text Two Truths And A Lie Dash 10:35am PTB PINKIE! ▕╱ Pinkie 10:36am What's wrong! 8O ╲▏ Dash 10:36am Coking class. The ingreedients. What wear they? PLZ TELL! ▕╱ Pinkie 10:37am Oh that's easy. =3 ╲▏ Pinkie 10:37am Cup of flower. X3 ╲▏ Pinkie 10:38am Something sweet. Just a pinch. =3 ╲▏ Pinkie 10:38am And finally, some oil. =D ╲▏ Dash 10:39am TU!!!! ▕╱ Pinkie 10:39am XD ╲▏ Pinkie 2:12pm How'd your cooking do? =P ╲▏ Dash 2:13pm SMH ▕╱ Pinkie 2:13pm What happened? =C ╲▏ Dash 2:14pm IDK. Lookd ok, smelld fin, tasted awfull. ▕╱ Pinkie 2:15pm How'd you describe the taste? 7=. ╲▏ Dash 2:16pm Bland ▕╱ Pinkie 2:16pm Didn't you use the oil? =/ ╲▏ Dash 2:17pm I usd oil. ▕╱ Pinkie 2:18pm ...oops! It should've been O-L-E-O. 8X ╲▏ Dash 2:18pm WTF!? ▕╱ Pinkie 2:19pm At least you didn't blow up the oven this time. I3 ╲▏ Dash 2:19pm CRSE AUTOCORRECT!!! ▕╱ Accelerated EvolutionAuthor's Note March 2021 Accelerated Evolution... This prompt seems easy at first, but I keep hitting on the issue of how to make it entertaining. I could have Twilight give a speech, but it's more of a speech than a story. I could make a mini-prequal that involves Sol, but spoiling it would be unavoidable. I could take this a step further and have it about a real life topic that often doesn't get any recognition, but due to the theme, I don't think people are ready to listen to anything about- Wait! I know what to write. The Role We Must Play Accelerated Evolution Staring up the colossal entrance, Twilight wobbles her jaw with her eyes on the door handle far beyond her reach. She tried to use her magic to open the doorway and she tried flapping her wings to hover towards the handle, but for some reason, the magic in her horn was gone and her wings weren't giving her any height. Twilight gallops back across the wooden plain towards the castle and starts pushing it towards the door. Her hooves begin to feel the floor vibrating and she stiffens up in fear as the door opens. "ROOOAAARRR!!!" Twilight holds her pose as a giant hand picks her up. "*gasp* an ursa minor! Defend the castle!!" The hand swings Twilight and rams her into the big teddy bear. "*phew!*" The stuff toy flies back. Twilight is placed on the castle playset, "Nothing will stop me from protecting Equestria!" Megan voices for Twilight. Sleight of HandAuthor's Note June 2021 This prompt looks like a job suited for The Great and Powerful Trixie to proclaim her skills and might in, but there are just so many problems in doing so. A magician's bait is their confidence through pulling a performance, which can't be captured in words. A magician's net is their ability to fool what is being seen, which can't be shown simply through words. A magician's trophy is their audience seeking an answer, which can't be secured if I'm giving descriptions. To top it off, pulling a magic trick on readers is near impossible as all you really have to use is mind-reading tricks, and those don't hold because they're mathematical formulas that can be figured out through a few attempts. So... how can I pull a sleight of hand that's entertaining? *Sits quietly as the answer speaks for itself* ...having these before-talks can bring such interesting results. Spring Forward, Fall Back Sleight of Hand Blatantly I stare at Indigo Zap as she rummages through the newspaper in search of something. I'd help, but I just want five more degrees before getting off my rock. "Ah-ha! Found it!" Indigo clenches onto a Sunday coupon, then views her alarm clock, "Eight minutes. I can make it!" Zap zips out the door, "Bye, Newton!" I enjoy my sunbathing in privacy, hearing the birds chirping in victory for surviving Winter. Twenty minutes must've passed before I heard Indigo Zap stomping into the room. Observing that scornful look on her face told me everything. "They were out of donuts," grumbles Indigo, "sold out within the first half-hour." She glares at her alarm clock. Laying a finger on the clock's little hand, she moves it one hour ahead. "Why are we following the Sun's schedule?" Did she just ask the cold blooded animal the importance of following the Sun? TemplesAuthor's Note August 2021 You would think after writing that Daring Do & Donkey Kong crossover that I would be an expert in exploring temples by now, but that couldn't be further from the truth. I got very lucky to notice a pattern and associate each temple's obstacle to a process in life. To further the matter, I had nothing for the last temple, not a single gimmick to go off with. ...well...maybe one idea... but I didn't want to deteriorate the tension with this dumb concept I thought of. Not to mention that it would even ruin the logical reasoning of the story's twist. ...it's not a crossover, it's self-promoting with a deleted concept. The Final Temple's Gimmick Temples "Now the one under the statue." *FWZZZZZZZZZZZ* "Break the pot to use this one." *FWZZZZZZZZZZZ* "And then.. um... this one!" *FWZZZZZZZZZZZ* "Urgh! I was just here!" Daring roars, vibrating the confined room she stands in. Daring has had her share of puzzles over the years, but this temple's elaborate layout is proving to be too much for her. Pitfalls, lava spills, blade pendulums, she would gladly take all three of them at once if it meant that she didn't have to step on another telepad. Every room has a unique layout with at least five pads to choose from, but they're starting to blend together to Daring. It's futile to leave an insignia either, as the room magically resets itself when she leaves. After a heavy groan, Daring recollected her determination and tried another panel. Her location shifted and she now stood at the temple's entrance, "...water temples. ...mere foalsplay." The PotionAuthor's Note October 2021 ...I don't know how I come up with these concepts. Drink This The Potion Welcome back. You're just in time, the midori goop is boiling and it was beginning to talk to me, so let's pick up where we left off before it starts singing. Now the secret to potion making is the ingredient's origin. Eyes are a perfect example, and we'll be putting in four eyes taken from a spider. No newt peepers, we're going for a diet on this one. Sides, the little guy had it coming, should've thought twice before hiding in the shower. Into the cauldron. Now stir the eyes for a moment, but don't stare at them directly. You're judging the concoction, don't let it judge you. When the eyes deteriorate, scoop some goop into a vial. And there you have it, a potion for glowing eyes for your Nightmare Night treating. Come back next time and I'll show you how to make the perfect potion for bat wings. An Inconvenient ParadoxAuthor's Note November 2021 There where a few contest a while back that I participated in that involved the use of a monster mare of my own design. I made a detective story about a mushroom mare, and she was again used in the proceeding contest in the form of a sequel. People liked it, and when talk about a third contest was being made, I was already preparing for it. However, the contest died and many of the concepts are left unused, such as the cover art that I specifically made for the story... So I thought, why not use some of the ideas I had for it this month. After all, I can't think of a better prompt that best describes this opposing character. The Blue Flame of Thievery An Inconvenient Paradox "What does that one say, Truffles?" Tricklebrook points a hoof at the bulletin article. "Hmm... it's a request to prevent an upcoming... robbery? 'A declaration made by the notorious thief, Nilafia, was made earlier today upon Lord Beaumont, stating that tonight, she'll be acquiring the jewel rose he possesses.' It goes on saying rewards for Nilafia's capture and how to get to Beaumont's castle from there." "Reward... Hey! Why don't we go get Nilafia first before she can steal that flower? You're good at finding creatures, right?" "Detective work will do little good with that monster mare. She's crafty with her tactics, an expert at being discreet when she wants to be, and is completely uncatchable." "Sounds to me like you're scared," Brook mocks. "I'm stating facts. Nilafia is a Teumessian, a creature that's incapable of being caught. What can there be done to her thieving ways with that advantage?" Break the Rules!Author's Note January 2022 ...well, I did think of this concept last month that I would love to get out somehow. ...and there just so happens to be a rule for it! It's an old wives' tale, but... Living the Dream Break the Rules! With the spotlight on her and after many fierce rounds of sorcery, Starlight wins the title of spell bee champion. She squeezes her trophy close to her, listening to the crowd as they rain her name. "Star-light!" "Star-light!" "STAR-LIGHT!" Her eyes adjust and registers a goldfish flying by her. Starlight jerks under the light of the moon, taking in the hectic state of the castle's library. Books are coughing up text, chairs are beating on the tables, and the rug is doing the worm. She leans back and notices that she's hugging a waste bin. "Bout time!" She looks down and sees a purse talking to her, opening and closing as it speaks in a familiar tone. "...Landau bag...am I asleep?" "Hardly, you're finally awake! And it's me, Spike!" The waste bin slides out of her grip, "I... I don't understand. What in Equestria happened around here?" "You were sleepcasting." Myth and LegendAuthor's Note March 2022 These monthly entries are starting to feel vaguely familiar somehow. I can't quite place my finger on it, but it's starting to feel like we're sitting around a campfire, telling stories that captivate the mind in various ways. With the theme of myth and legend, one can't help but feel an eerie sensation in the air that could beg the question, 'Are You Afraid of the Dark?'. Hmm... probably just my imagination. Submitted for the approval of The Flashfic Society, I call this story... Love Bites Myth and Legend "Geeennaaaa!!!" Gena turns an insouciant look at the changeling rushing to her with fear in her eyes. She takes the impact as Elytra tightly embraces her. "You remember that stallion I've been flaunting on, the one I've been trying to ripen before feasting on his love?" "What did he do?" "He... he... he asked me what my favorite color was." Gena gasps, "You're kidding me. Didn't he like your disguise?" "He didn't care at all! He only wanted to get to know me!!" "A sensitive male? I thought they were only a myth!!!" "It was awful, it felt like he was trying to latch onto my heart and steal it away from me, so I ran back here as fast as I could." Elytra begins to sob into Gena's shoulder, receiving comforting strokes along her back, "I guess this is why mother told us not to play with our food." Just This OnceAuthor's Note May 2022 Oh boy, this prompt sounds like the start of an addiction. Bold or Foolish? Just This Once The sound of ringing ends upon hearing his voice, "Hello?" "N-N-Noteworthy?" she stutters, "It's me, Oc-Octavia. I was wondering if we could possibly go on... o-on a... d-d-date." "R... really?" his voice sounded surprised, "Like a boyfriend/girlfriend kind of date?" "Y-y-yeah." "I never expected you would see me that way. Alright, what time?" Octavia makes a quick shiver. She covers the phone's mouthpiece, "VINYL!!" and glares back at her friend, "You kept saying that he wasn't into girls. You kept pressuring me into calling him. You kept suggesting that asking him out on a date would prove it. So now that he said yes, what now? WHAT IN MOZART'S CLARINET QUINTET AM I SUPPOSE TO DO NOW!?" Vinyl keeps a straight face, staring at her frantic friend through her shade glasses. She addresses the issue with gentle care, by clenching a nob on her headphone and raising the volume. PrideAuthor's Note June 2022 Well, I wasn't expecting the 'almighty one' to enjoy my entry from last month. Honestly, I only wrote it to get into character for a story that involved Octavia during the same month. Maybe I should do it again for this month. ...and I know just the guy to use. Prometheus Pride The head of the naginata flew off as Genji Spirit slid back, He glared at Ahuizotl, "Not many are capable of breaking a minotaur's weapon." Ahuizotl stomped past his incapacitated acolytes, "And not many are foolish enough to use catnip on my followers. Surrender the Forgotten Blade!" "Finders keepers!" Ahuizotl lunged at Genji as he swung what's left of his naginata. Ahuizotl was flung, but the hand on his tail gripped Genji's horn and pinned down the minotaur. Genji grunted, "There's one thing a minotaur always keeps," his ring flashed and a lit bomb appeared in his hand, "HIS PRIDE!" Shocked, Ahuizotl jumped back as the bomb exploded, engulfing Genji in a black cloud with a loud bang. The cloud faded away, displaying no remains of a body to the Aztec. "Ow!" To the faint sound in the distant, Ahuizotl saw the bovine running away after stubbing his hoof, "COW-ARD!" I didn’t think the leopards would eat MY face!Author's Note July 2022 Because of an incident, I think it would be best if I didn't use the same setup like I did with the original post. You ain't missing out on anything special. It's just pish posh. The Past was Magical I didn’t think the leopards would eat MY face! "So you see, a unicorn's horn is in contact with its owner's cerebral cortex. With their brainwaves, they're capable of emitting their magic from their horn in a fashion similar to radar, resulting with telekinesis, energy shots, and many other spells." Lemon Hearts focused on Shoeshine, laying on top of the operation table, "Following me?" "I am, but how will knowing this explain the process of turning me into a unicorn?" "Somepony passed away recently, and she just so happened to be a donor. I was able to get my hooves on her horn, and with that, I'll fuse the bone with your forehead." "Through magic?" "Guess again," as she put on a mask. Shoeshine gulped, "...surgery." "You gotta keep in mind that nopony has ever done this before. But, through my studies, I've found a method." Lemon approached with a tool in aura, "Have you ever heard about 'Trepanning'?" I hardly know herAuthor's Note August 2022 One of my favorite symbolisms is the one where a man is holding an apple in the palm of their hand. Apples imply a sense of wisdom or intelligence, and it being in the hand of a man indicates that we possess such a ability. But much like with grapes, apples have a unique way of making 'sages' out of us. Ganav I hardly know her "I like *hic* your hat, Applejack. You might ask, 'Why, Twilight?' Because i*hic*t shows that you're strong. In some cultures, ponies carry a jug of water on their heads, but you *hic*, you carry ten gallons on yours," Twilight chuckles with a snort, "how it that possible?" "Somepony can't hold their cider." "Oh Apple*hic*jack, you're such a silly pony. You sound just like *hic* like Rainbow Dash. Say... say, 'twenty percent cooler'." "Twi, give me the mug." "Now listen here, Applejack and Applejack, I am not dru*hic* wast*hic* hamm*hic* pick*hic* intoxicate*hic* drunk," Twilight gulps down the rest of her cider, "four eye've tastud thu fwoot ov nooleige!" she smacks her lips, "...it's bitter." As Twilight begins to teeter, Applejack catches her as she flops off her hooves, "Come on, let's get you home." "But Applejack said *hic* I could come along." "Well Applejack says to get some rest!" "...who's Applejack?" The Feeling's New to MeAuthor's Note October 2022 Shh... my stories are on. *Electric Organ* The Feeling's New to Me Next time on a very special episode of Galloping Hearts. "Get ahold of yourself, Rainbow Dash. That was just the cider talking. You are not in love with Zephyr Breeze!" "I can't hide it anymore, Rumble. I'm in love with yo-" "Shh... I love you too, Scootaloo." "No, I'm in love with your brother!" "Macintosh, we must talk. I, Rarity, am pregnant, and you're the father." "But we only interacted once, and that was only me answering a question of yours." "But it was such a sexy word. You remember it, right?" "Eeyup." "Oh! Double pregnant!" "Moondancer? Why are you here?" "I'm here to make sure you end up with Prince Blueblood, Twilight Sparkle." "Him?! I would never be with a stallion like... like him." "You will be." "And what makes you so certain?" "Because I'm your daughter from the future!" Don't miss the next episode of Galloping Hearts. Skintight BodysuitAuthor's Note November 2022 The prompt is Skintight Bodysuit, ...and it's November. ...naughty-naughty. Living Proof Skintight Bodysuit "'Absence makes the heart grow fonder.' That was the adage your mother and I went with as we parted ways. It held truth to it, holding on to the past is just like her, but I should've noticed the flaw in those words the moment I stepped on land. Our heritage may have captivated me, but my attention has always focused on the future. I wanted your mother to experience it with me, but she's too drawn to the sea to part ways from it. Our worlds keep drifting away from one another with each passing day, and at this point, I feel that we're too engrossed in them that the question often comes to my mind, 'Was there any love between us?' So, I'm going to live my life as a hippogriff and your mother will live hers as a seapony. I hope you and your sister understand, Terramar." A Terrible Day to Have EyesAuthor's Note December 2022 Ugh, I can't think of anything for this month. I'll just enter another portion intended for Final Filly Fantasy again and call it a month. ~Days Pass~ You there, Judge! What day is this? ...the day before judgement day! I haven't missed it. The Muses have done it all in one night. They can do anything they like. Of course they can. Of course they... I gotta get going! Hum-baka A Terrible Day to Have Eyes Gazing at the boy from afar, she's too compelled to turn away from his visage. The decorative lights that shine through the falling snow cast a dazzling field over him she never thought possible. The way his face shines as he laughs with his friends tugs her to move closer, but she can't find any feeling in her legs to get her to approach. She begins to lose herself in those enticing eyes of his, easing her mind amongst the stars that twinkle within them. Grandeur thoughts of the times they could have together fuel the drumming of her heart, beating ever faster, ever louder at pressuring her into- "Are you okay, Rainbow Dash?" a concerned Fluttershy asks, "Your face is turning red." Frazzled, Rainbow Dash breaks contact, "J-just cold, that's all." Pulling her scarf over her cheeks, she fights to keep her eyes from returning back towards Zephyr Breeze. Multiversal MayhemAuthor's Note March 2023 So many possibilities and practically none of them are usable. There's a reason why I stick to Crossovers, but I've learned other ways of grabbing attention. Total Distortion Multiversal Mayhem Amongst the crowd, Applejack reached out, "Twili-" The twilight turned a knife at the mare, giving off a terrifying glare, "It's Nightfall." Applejack cautiously moved back and bumped a pony, nearly toppling her over, "Sorry." "It's alright, my foal," the twilight straightened her coif, "Sister Sparkle will always forgive accidents." Applejack felt a sniffing nose and recoiled to find a twilight, panting and smiling at her, "You're joking..." "I'm Twilight Barkle!" she licked Applejack's cheek. Applejack made distance, wiping her face until, "Applejack!" turning at her name and encountering her Twilight. "Twilight!? Where-" "I don't know! I just woke up and there they were!" "Are they somehow your personalities?" Deadpanned, Twilight directs attention to Barkle. "...noted. Well maybe they're from another dimension?" "It's worse. Because I'm a Princess, I've been receiving disturbing information that matches the description of these doppelgangers to a T. Applejack, these twilights are from fanfictions." carouselAuthor's Note May 2023 In the words of a little boy who wears a giant mouth retainer... 'Somebody get me off this merry go round called life!' The Rule of Two carousel "AI?" "Yup, I'm the pony that created artificial intelligence. Never thought you'd be drinking with somepony so famous, huh?" "Artificial intelligence... nope. As a pony that lives off the land, I can't say I'm familiar with it." "Envision a tool, a pocket knife, and you're carving wood to make a wooden horse. Now imagine that knife moving independently, making dozens of horses with their own flaws and features, only getting better with each model." "Sounds like it's just the beginning." "And ever. We're attempting to create something in our own image to install this in." "...horrifying." "What? But it'll follow you, serve you, obey you." "Then it'll ignore you, deny you, confront you." "That'll never happen. We made them, even if they gained an independent will and rebelled against us, we can just as easily destroy them." "Peh..." "...what about you, Wild Heart? What's your greatest accomplishment?" "I killed God." ★ A Unique ExperimentAuthor's Note June 2023 A while back, I saw a ghost hunting show which name escapes me. They made it sound threatening at first about a vicious ghost attacking this woman and her 4-year-old daughter (they would not let up on stating her age), and over the course of the episode, this malicious ghost seemed more like an attempt of this woman wanting attention. Nevertheless, the woman stated that this ghost attacked her daughter and even left markings on her, yet she still kept this little girl in this house. I'm not a parent, but I think every parent will agree with me when I say that I would get her out of the house immediately until this poltergeist was out of there. The investigation team had a one on one with the little girl who seemed indifferent at being there, and they didn't really do much to consult her. I really wish they would've upped their game and be the supporting adults that could keep this girl's spirit up. And that's when I saw it, the answer that was needed, imprinted right on her shirt. A picture of Rainbow Dash. I knew exactly what this girl needed, a story about Rainbow Dash, being told in a way she would understand. Rainbow Dash and the Mean Old Ghost ★ A Unique Experiment There once lived a pegasus named Rainbow Dash. She was very brave, and never gave up on herself for anything, no matter how hard it may seem. One day, she encountered a ghost. A mean ghost that pushed and scratched her before it vanished, only to return the next day to do it again. Rainbow Dash didn't like the ghost hurting and picking on her everyday. She fought back with kicks and bites, but nothing seemed to work. It seemed like she was going to be bullied by this ghost forever, until she decided to yell, "I'M NOT AFRAID OF YOU! GO AWAY AND LEAVE ME ALONE!" The ghost fell back, frightened how one so little could be so brave. The ghost fled in fear, and Rainbow Dash was never bullied by the ghost again. Pure EvilAuthor's Note July 2023 I've talked about the Final Fantasy crossover I've been writing about a few times in these monthly entries for a while now and made mention of the antagonist, Sol, during those times. He's like an anti-villain Sephiroth that placed all of his sword training into magic casting, a mirror comparison to Tempest Shadow that's lost in his own ambitions, incapable of seeing life as anything but a painful journey that's forced upon us. I often envision his character and construct his lines despite my attempt to focus on the current chapter I'm on. I can't wait to go into deeper detail about him in the story, but before I can do that, I need to address the other antagonist first. While Sol plays as the elusive villain that'll bring the story to a close, the main focus is on a business Burmecian that's pretty much the root of everything. His name is Yimeck, and the best way to describe him is that he's Donald Trump in a Mickey Mouse costume, but he possesses the brain that Trump likes to assume he has and isn't self-conscious on showing his remorseless side to get his way. I'm trying to make him a despicable ableist that follows a code of dominance no matter the expenses, but I'm concerned that I may be creating a character that doesn't connect with the audience, one that we enjoy to hate. Is he a character with villain traits, or a villain with little character? I don't have a lot of detail about him, and the only line I've written of his is... "There's only one resource that terrifies the competition, whips the defiant, and mesmerizes the consumers. Magic." So I'd like to take this month and test him out for everyone to give their own opinion on him. And before I start, I'd like to state one fun fact. The last line in the story, it's a phrase Fred Trump drilled into his son. Tell me that it doesn't describe Donald to a 'T'. Yimeck's Gimmick Pure Evil "Magic is like a violin's bow, drag it on the string of lives and they sing. Done right, and creatures skip to the fiddle. And as the founder of the Magick Kingdom Corporation, I will always be the winner. Praised, assisted, and proven as winner. Right, captain?" Shining jerked his restraints, incapable of escaping them, "I wouldn't call the obliteration of your city a win." "A needed setback." "Needed? You mean you knew the danger?! How could you just leave the lives under your care inside a deathtrap?!?!" "Because I will not let a gimp be this company's downfall! I'd sacrifice anyone and profit wouldn't change." "Even your son?" "Someone had to go in my place. I'll have another." Shining's daughter flickered in his mind, recalling all the times he saw her irreplaceable smile, "...you're a monster." "Nature has two roles. You either play as the loser, or the killer." UnderratedAuthor's Note August 2023 I had a real difficult time coming up with a story this month, but luckily, I'm often haunted by memories in my life to take some inspiration from. Alloquy Underrated "The pancakes are ready, everypony," placing the cakes on the table, Sunny sits down with her friends to join them for the meal, "It's great to finally spend some quality time together with each other. It almost feels like we never converse in engaging topics about our lives. Know what I mean, Hitch?" Preoccupied, Hitch doesn't answer as he's too focused on the article he's reading on his phone. "Heh, always staying informed it seems, right Izzy?" Izzy doesn't respond either as she's honed only on painting the image in her phone. "Uh, Pipp?" Pipp gives a 'like' on the video she's watching. "Zipp?" Zipp double taps the puzzle game she's playing. "...Sparky?" And Sparky is enjoying the fish in an aquarium app. They were all on their phones, too engrossed into their cyber worlds to hear Sunny or witness her sardonic expression, "Normare Rockwell, if you were alive today." They're Revolting!Author's Note October 2023 Perhaps it's because I just turned 34, but... Today's Generation They're Revolting! Pipp bursts in and slams the doors. Frantically searching, she starts barricading the doors with whatever she can find in the lighthouse. The pedestal, the table, Sunny Starscout, the couch. "Pipp, what's wrong?" "Oh, it's nothing, Sunny." she gives an exhausted, forced smile after pushing in the bed. *Boom!* The lighthouse's doors rattle, getting Pipp to push against the blockade, "I might've angered a few ponies with a comment." *Boom!* "...a lot of ponies." "How'd you manage that?" "A miswording. You know I love Maretime Bay, right? But home is also something special to me. Well I said, 'Maretime Bay isn't as great as Zephyr Heights.' it resulted with a riot of snowflakes." "Wha... for something like that?" *Boom!* "I'll talk to them." "No! That's suicide! Snowflakes may be pushovers alone, but together, their coldhearted hatred will bury you alive, frozen!" *Boom!* "CAN'T ALL OF YOU TURN TO GOTH MUSIC?" And Some Pain TooAuthor's Note December 2023 This month, I was given 250 words to work with, making this month a very special. So I should, in turn, do the same with this clever idea that I deeply enjoy. Sorry in advance, Sunny. A Running Toxic Gag And Some Pain Too "I fold here, and..." Izzy levitates a paper airplane, "TA-DA!" The paper airplane immediately explodes. The sight of the falling pieces of paper causes Izzy to sob into her hooves, "Why does this keep happening with everything I make?" "Don't... worry... Izzy..." Hitch pats Izzy as slowly as he talks, "we'll... fix... this..." "I hope so," Pipp muffles, "the Pippsqueaks are expecting a facial appearance soon." "There, there," Sunny comforts without any issues of her own, "have some confidence, Pimple." "I kno- wait! What?!" "...Pipp! I meant 'Pipp'!!" "I FOUND the cause!" Zipp declares with a sudden screech in her voice. "And?" "Ask the PERFUME expert." Everyone turns to the pink pegasus with the paper bag over her head, "...I don't need eyeholes to know that you're all staring at me." "It's thanks to a FLOWER called 'Poison Joke'. Upon CONTACT, the flower induces VARIOUS effects on the individual that FALTERS a trait about them." Sunny contorts her eyebrows, "I don't get it." "It takes something SPECIAL about you and messes with it. Like how I can be SNEAKY and stealthy, yet now I'm a LOUD mouth. Hitch is a STALLION of action, but NOW he's all slowed down like." "I get that, but what about me? I was the first one to be sprayed by the perfume of Poison Joke, but I'm perfectly fine. So why is that?" Everyone else looks at each other with awkward expressions on their faces. "...!" it dawns on Sunny, "Oh I hate this plant!" Cue the Fireworks!Author's Note January 2024 I've always had a love for the magical, medieval fantasies. They tend to play out the same way, but there's so much passion being placed in them. Constructing a functional society, showing entirely new concepts for creatures and challenges, even the characters who're bold and devoted are put to the test in some tight scenarios. Recently, I've been getting into Record of Lodoss War, and it's not any different from many traditional takes on the subject, but... just once... I wish these stories did more than just have the heroes gawking during those climatic moments of peril. You Say Gallop Cue the Fireworks! Opaline laughs as Twilight's tattered body skids across the floor. She points her illuminating horn at the unconscious princess, but hastefully shifts to a barrier for the divebombing Dash. She snarks at Dash shoving her forcefield, "Back for more? My, how we never learn." "I hate losing. Know the difference!" "Ha!" Opaline springs Dash off with the pulse of her magic. She comes back and Opaline smacks her down with the flap of her wings, "Don't talk to me about differences, little pony." Dash slides back on her hooves, slowing herself and glaring at Opaline as she floats in the air. "I am an almighty alicorn, reigning power that far exceeds all of Equestria. Confronting me only postpones my will and forfeits your meager life. Take your meaningless pride and scurry back to the crack you crawled from." "No," Dash shifts a hoof back, tapping Twilight, "I'm not losing her!" Knock It OffAuthor's Note April 2024 This is something that my own has threatened to do to me. Do As You're Shoved! Knock It Off Rippling sunlight along the silk dress on display, thoughts of the upcoming hoedown begin to envelop Applejack. She feels a tingle on her shoulder and gyrates it out. "Hmm... it's too sissy." Pressure on her shoulder causes Applejack to brush a hoof along it. "Ahl just wear mah hat there." Applejack nearly jumps out of her fur upon feeling a slap hitting her on the plot. "Alright!" she turns back and gives a glare at no body, "You win, ahl wear the stinkin' dress to the hoedown." Applejack huffs. It was nice reuniting with her at first, but now she's been making up for lost time on everything. Eating, associating, dressing, but she's a grown mare now that can lead her own life. Turning to the dress, Applejack envisions herself in it. It is quite pretty, and to wear it... Applejack smiles bittersweetly, "Even in death, you're still motherin' me." ★ In The GardenAuthor's Note May 2024 In The Garden... that sounds like it would be the title for a painting. Take a Minuetto ★ In The Garden This piece is truly a work of art. At first glance, one would see a young maiden, princess perhaps by her ornament, who happens to be scorned over something during a stroll in the garden. While depicting nobility is either formal or scandalous, this depiction tells of a deeper tale. Note the spot where the filly stands, how the soil cracks with a peculiar absent of grass beneath her hooves. It's as if she was emitting her negative essence upon her own land, drying up the life with each word that's projected through her voice. It's as if the artist were saying that we were the rabbit, befuddled by the rambling of the higher class that's distracting us from the corruption that they know not they're bringing to the garden which we live in. Absolutely chilling. LeftoverAuthor's Note June 2024 What with the issue of trying to gain a job, I'd be lying if I said that I've been making attempts to finishing Final Filly Fantasy. Even if my statements of it running through my mind from time to time are truthful, it doesn't reinforce the hope as quick than its crumbling. I myself feel like I can't recapture the vibe I left it off on, but I just can't flip between priorities with my complete focus on things so easily. Still, I do want to finish it, so I'm going to be submitting another portion of the story again for this month. There's spoilers, but I'd be surprised if you've been focused on the story long enough to care. You likely even forgotten about the theater play that Tempest starred in by now. Now this does have 300 words... but screw the rules, I have ineligibility. Etiolate Leftover Twilight glances at the floating castle from the guestroom's window, "While you were unconscious, Sol has been stalking the land and stealing everyone's magic. We can't figure out his method for tracking, but he's finding us with the use of self-made portals that connect straight to the castle. With no creature capable of flight, we've been trying to use air balloons to reach up there, but Sol's been striking them down with wind and lightning before we can get anywhere close to him." Tempest looks past her necklace and down at the bedsheets she woke up under, recalling how helpless she was in Sol's aura and the melancholy feeling she felt as he casually tossed her off the fortress. Drearily, Twilight sighs, "Hiding away in the clouds with powers that are far beyond anypony's understanding, aware of everyone's locations to halt us from approaching him, and only choosing to watch us wither away as we struggle to survive by resorting to drastic acts of sacrifice. It truly feels like were fighting against an omnipotent god under these circumstances. If anyone managed to avoid at getting their magic stolen that night, Sol has likely met up with them by now. He possesses everyone's magic up there, making hope feel like a bittersweet afterthought for everyone." "...no, ...not all of it," a spark snaps from Tempest's horn, "Sol never managed to take away my magic." The sight refracts off of Twilight in a renewed vigor, "That's, that's great news! If we have at least this much, then there might still be a chance to turn this around and get back everyone's magic." "Right," Tempest scuffs tristfully at herself, "the last bit of magic that can stand up to fight for Equestria; belongs to a broken horned unicorn that can barely manage two spells." SeasideAuthor's Note July 2024 Boy, this is another tough one. I'm not really a beach kind of guy as I'm mostly landlocked. Maretime Bay seems like the way to go, but what can I do with the sandy shore? Hmm... I have an idea. It'll trail on, but I'm sure you can keep track of it. 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- + ``` Syrupy SweetAuthor's Note August 2024 I'm so lonely! It Starts Early Syrupy Sweet "Aww, look at that," the elderly mare draws attention to a colt and filly resting on the park bench, sleeping while she uses his shoulder as a cushion and him using her head as a pillow, "They look adorable." "Yeah. It's a shame that the rain will be breaking up this moment pretty soon." "Let's leave them be." As the pair of seniors continue their walk through the park, the exhausted colt lifts his eyes open a shade, "Hear that? It'll be raining soon." "It's about time," the filly whispers, groggy as she shifts her weight on him, "I'm starting to get a little sore from being stuck like this." "Hope that teaches you to think twice before touching anyone after eating pancakes drenched in maple syrup." "..." she nuzzles into his shoulder, whiffing in his scent before letting out a blissful sigh, "...I'm a girl that never learns her lesson." That Last Lingering Shred of HopeAuthor's Note November 2024 I find crossovers that tackle hot media to be very unappealing. They have a few ideas that work, but they usually don't have a direction in mind, which often leads them to write themselves into a corner, resort to reenact a segment almost word for word, or to simply drop the story altogether. They hardly place any forethought on how to blend the source materials and overlook comparable themes they could touch on. I remember somebody using Izuku Midoriya and Tempest Shadow to play out a "You're being used" scene with Tempest being a blind follower to the Storm King. However, I saw that Tempest would've acted differently if I was at the keyboard. Would've tied in with Midoriya's quirklessness. Motivation That Last Lingering Shred of Hope An abrupt sway causes Twilight to rebalance herself inside of the suspended cage, "You're doing all of this to get your horn back?" "The Storm King said he'll return it if I deliver him the kingdom and princesses." "If he wanted success, he'd given you a new horn before the invasion." Tempest avoids eye contact. "He's using you. He has no intention of fixing your horn." "...he likely is," Tempest agrees without a shift in her expression, "I'm just taking his hollow words like a gullible consumer, but after the many failed leads at restoring my horn, the spanning years that drained away my optimism, and the continuing struggle that whittles away at my confidence with each impaired challenge, believing in his words is the only thing that's tying me to meet the next day." "You don't mean that." "When you lose all meaning, you cling onto anything that's promising." Low ResolutionAuthor's Note January 2025 Well, there was one idea I recently came up with that would fall under the prompt in a more visual sense. I'd have to break characters and bring back an old fan perspective from the earlier days of the franchise in order to tell this concept, but it's an idea that I really like as I never seen it touch upon before. Just what themes can it explore? What lessons will it teach us? And what method would be the best choice to forever stand as the leading pole for others to imitate? It's at times like these where I hate that I'm indecisive. A Yandere's Worst Enemy Low Resolution After the hemato stain left from the last harlot, I strut up to my beloved with an enchanting, new dress. I spin into the room, "Hi, Cheesy." But͟ he͝'ś ͢ignor̴i̛ng me. Seeing his earbuds, I lean into his line of site, "Whatcha doin'?" "Pinkie!" he stumbles back in surprise; he's so cute, "I was just listening to a pop idol." "Is that's so. He must be pretty good." "She is." S͝H̀E̢!͢?!? "...oh ...who is ...she?" "Her name is Reko Fate. She's a digital program." "Then why is she defined as a 'she'?" "Because of the design of her hologram." Th͠i͏s͡ hom̛e̴wr̶eckér!̧! I vision how to eradicate this digital witch. This hologram floosy deserves to be stabbed... wait, um... maybe I can get the programmers... but the files... I could delete them... yet the floating fanart... and the copyright owners who can order more. ...JUST ͡HƠW̴ DO I͞ ͜KI͜LL̕ T̛H̵IS̛ THI͝NG?̴ Rising StarAuthor's Note October 2020 ♪ Na na~ nanananana~ na~ na~ na~, na~ na~ nana~ na~ ♪ ♫ Na na~ nanananana~ na~ na~ na~, na~ na~ nana~ na~ ♫ 🎵 NANA-NANANANANA-NA-NA-NA, NA-NA-NANA-NA- 🎵 🎶 Na na~ nanananana~ na~ na~ na~, na~ na~ nana~ na~ na~ na~ na~ na~ 🎶 ...that is your clue for how I thought up the title for this flashfic. Lonely Rolling Stone Rising Star “You can't be serious. Isn't there anything that'll change your mind?” “When Mom passed away, all of us were in a glum state for months. Ah was still a youngen then, but ah got the idea that playing the guitar would solve everything. Mom always could get our spirits up from her music, and ah practice till ah could too. That's all ah wanted from this, to play for my family, not this superstar lifestyle," “We were going to perform across Equestria together.” “Ah'm sorry Rara, but these past few weeks have shown how much strength they give me, so ah'm hanging up my hat as being Apple Chord." Applejack gives Rara a brief hug, "Don't let this damper you none. You got this glamour life down, so live your dream." Rara makes a lamenting sigh as Applejack gallops away, "It's not much of a dream, when you're performing solo." It's a Gift!Author's Note December 2021 In my philosophy, gifts and curses tend to work as one. Discipline It's a Gift! "Your academic level is quite impressive for a filly your age, but..." Twilight studies the sole pony across the desk, "that doesn't give way for you to be here without your parents. They should be present if you're planning to enroll here, Cozy Glow." "It's okay, they're invested in too many things to come." "More invested than their daughter's future?" "They're a bit neglecting. I may've had to crack down at attending toward my own needs, but it allowed me to mature much faster because of that. I'm completely independent because of them, something every foal dreams of having. Lucky me, right?" Concern befalls Twilight, "She has no true parental figures in her growth? No one to teach her about kindness and mercy, right from wrong, or the joy and comfort amongst love ones? Her intelligent umbrellas those missing stages. Hopefully, the School of Friendship might fill in those parts." BureaucracyAuthor's Note February 2022 Oh Amereep, you're really in for it this time. Political stuff is just something I can't grasp if my life depended on it. If I'm not mistaken, bureaucracy is a process of order, so how can something in order be so confusing? Royal Matters Bureaucracy "It's fine the way it is." "Huh, huh, huh." "Then thou are blind." "Huh, huh, huh." "For keeping up tradition?" "Huh, huh, huh." "Times have changed, sister." "Huh, huh, gulp, huh." "This is coming from somepony who still uses the word, 'thou'?" "Huh, huh, huh." "Thou just... you're just interested in yourself again." "Huh, huh, huh." "Daylight saving time is intended to give more hours to the day, not to me." "HUH, huh, huh." "Sure, and that last pudding cup was eaten because you needed room." "Huh, it was there for weeks, huh." "I did." "Huh, huh, huh." "Sure, fatty." "OKAY, STOP!" "This sisterly quarrel needs to stop!" Celestia turns away. Luna simply huffs. "I just need, a yah or nah, huh, on this law." "..." "..." "Can't you two agree, huh, on something?" Celestia glances to Luna. Luna peers at Celestia. The two turn to the messenger. "Give it to Twilight." Here's the PlanAuthor's Note February 2024 In the month of ~~depression~~ love, and my sister is no longer using holidays to see her boyfriend, but now just the two day weekends. Ever feel like something ~~terrible~~ wonderful is just about to happen? The Constructs of Relationships Here's the Plan "After the movie, head to the diner down the street. Make sure it's the second diner, the first one has bad reviews and would likely ruin the evening. I suggest distracting him as you go by it by flipping your hair or batting your eyelashes." "This planning isn't necessary." "Isn't necessary!? Sunset, who's the Queen of Planning around here? "For parties, but this is a date." "Rutabaga, onion, same thing." "Pinkie, a date is meant to be casual. Nothing fancy, nothing romantic, just a period of spending time together. Where it goes is anyone's guess, but trying to impress someone will result in complete disappointment. Honestly, I feel like I'm the maturest one amongst everyone sometimes." "Well... if things happen to get steamy between you two, make sure he at least wears this." "...Pinkie, ...this is a latex glove." "Don't let it tempt you. Handholding is meant to be sacred!" The HauntingAuthor's Note April 2022 Oh cruelest of fate, why have thou placed me in this spot? Our new substitute judge is in fact one of my competitors for another competition. What chance do I have at winning this month when I'm going to be winning the other competition? Brash, you say? How can I not be when my entry is about a magician and a rabbit, they go together like peanut butter and jelly. I even placed research into it... ...and I discovered something interesting... Baby Blue The Haunting Trixie leaves the stage in excessive hubris. She turns to the stallion performing next, "Sorry, but I've stolen the show." "My experience will get them soon enough," he displays his own pride, "but I have to ask, where'd you learn the trade?" "Self-taught." "That makes us similar." "It was mainly intended to cheer up my mother. Being a single parent, she was often under a lot of stress. She had a fondness for watching magic, so performing for her brought a smile to her fa-..." "...face?" "...I'm just realizing... now through older eyes... she was smiling... but... but she looked like she was on the verge of tears... and also said... 'You're a spinning image of him.'" The sound of another applause pulls Trixie's attention. "Looks like you're up, Jackpot. ...Jackpot?" Trixie turns back, receiving a pale expression from the stallion. "What's wrong? You look like you're guilty of something." Through the AgesAuthor's Note December 2017 Sure. Why not throw my hat into the ring as well? I could really use the publicity. Guess where I got the inspiration for this story. Day After Day Through the Ages Sunrise sunset. Sunrise sunset. It comes to a point where anypony would question if there's a point to this insanity. What possible joy can you get for being a princess of the sun? Cheerful I was, beaming with rays of enjoyment for others. I didn't need a colossal star to do that for me, just being there was enough to make their day shine. Wishing to brighten up everypony's day, I expanded my attempts through a different form. The sun was my answer and they enjoyed it, were grateful even, but something changed over time. They take my gesture for granted, not even noticing it anymore; too blinded by the light I cast for them. My orb shines, yet my desire has dimmed out. Why continue when no appreciation is given in return? My reasoning for doing this has no meaning behind it anymore. It's just sunrise and sunset now. What You Leave BehindAuthor's Note March 2018 ...............I'm in that mood again. An Artist's Vision What You Leave Behind The life of an artist is not an easy one. Take me for instance, I simply promote my work for the public to enjoy. And yet ponies look at me as..... off. I love making portraits you see, and my latest was that of Celestia. She was happy to help and volunteered herself to make this chance come to be. Her pose exquisite. Her mane majestic. I captured everything about her perfectly with scarlet monochrome. I was anticipating blue, but I can't change what was given to me. I displayed my masterpiece for the public to admire, just looking at how they weep from the beauty brought me nothing but joy. However, I was soon incarcerated for my portrayal of the princess. Could they not see the sweat, tears, and blood that was put into it? Well......... at least they can admire the outcome I made of the fair pony. No Time Like the PresentAuthor's Note April 2018 With a prompt like this, I have only one idea. However, I know little about this character other than what I can learn from my sister. But I think I have enough to incorporate it into the story. So without further adieu..... Alonze No Time Like the Present "It's so great to be back in Ponyville," the gray mare said as she stepped out of the vehicle. "We never left Ponyville, my friend." the stallion corrected. "But... but the city, a-and the snowy field, and the BIG lizards!" "We just simply use string theory and compressed it to pin a key point and connect the field that generated from it and shift over to the plane when we begin to decompress." The mare's eyes were spinning at trying to wrap around what she just heard, "We what again?" "To put it simple; we traveled through time." "We did?" she said in astonishment, "Wow, that was some magic spell." "It was science, my friend. A thrilling discovery in science that will revolution history of the 'then' and the 'will be'." "I'm just happy to my back in this time." "Quite right, there truly is no time like the present." ★ Now We're FriendsAuthor's Note June 2018 Mwahahaha. Witness a glimpse into my amazingly creative mind as I bestow upon you a story by which this site has never seen before. A story... Containing no words. It's All Up to Interpretation ★ Now We're Friends The Most Important ThingsAuthor's Note August 2018 I've been thinking of an idea for a story for quite some time now that I really want to get out into the world. Problem is that it'll take a very long time (it'll take at least 15 chapters before I can reach the moral of the tale). So I'm going to rework the intended setup for it to make sense. Consider this a sneak preview for a future project as well as a bit of a spoiler (though I have my doubts that many of you would even care for the things I write about........... I'm getting in character ......sort of). What is a Unicorn? The Most Important Things The mare stares at the melancholy reflection of the train's window, lost in thought as her friend chatters forth. "...it'th like a mythtery bag, ya know. Jutht what wath that Ruthtico hiding?" "Grubber," she stares at the shattered feature of the image's forehead, ".....is there a reason to continue anymore?" He listens closely to her words. "A constant reminder that I'm already one hoof in the grave, that disfigurement is nothing but a sign of limitations on how I can't perform the simplest of tasks that others can." "Well actually, after theeing what other Unicornth can do, I think it'th a thymbol of thtrength." "....." "You went with a broken horn through motht of your life and lived fine without it fixed. How many unicornth do you think can live with a broken horn?" "....." she peered at him, letting the words sink in. "Now onto another important thing; Bundevara or Makmur?" Dead or AliveAuthor's Note October 2018 I'm sure you might've noticed by now from me that I tend to break expectations every so often with these stories. I'm not an expert writer like a J. R. R. Tolkien or an Emily Dickinson, and I probably never will be. I just try to express something that's new, surprising, or was never even considered before. It usually might be an idea, but having a bachelor's degree in 'Media Arts and Animation,' I usually like to entertain people visually. Take for example the following story, I try to present it within all the limits I have at my disposal. While keeping in mind the eyes of everyone's perspective view, I try to incorporate my vision for all to appreciate the complexity I put into it, but this form of creativity might not work for everyone on so-ho-ho many levels. (Note: You might need to have the font format (found at the top right) to be set to 1.7 or less to view this properly.) Entry 94 Dead or Alive Day: 142 Weather: Cloudy Condition: Grim ``` It feels like that this is all a dream, Well, a nightmare to be blunt. With nothing much left and so little time to go on, I've been doing nothing but reflecting on my life with questions. Couldn't there have been another way to comfort her? Rabbits die just like the rest of us, so what compelled me to help? Simpothy? Friendship? Title? ....no, I don't deserve this title. I don't deserve these wings. Not after the monster I've created. Oryctolagus Myocardiumless, just what was I thinking? Of course this would happen and I would... get... infected. I I'm losing focus, If anypony stumbles upon this diary. PLEASE!!! Don't come looking for me! By the time you read this, I won't be the same pony as I am now. 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Stitching It Together I didn't do it! Within the interior of the Carousel Boutique, the ever systematic Rarity is filling out request orders for her clients. "Would like something that can fit both a stallion and a mare." She packages an oriental attire. "Something that says 'Courageous Hero'," she levitates two tunics, "Shamrock or Cerulean? ............Shamrock," Rarity hummed on the next one, "Best formal dress." She began searching through piles of clothes, tossing aside garbs one by one. "Just where is it?" The sound of hoofsteps suddenly came tapping down the stairs and Rarity saw her sister passing by. "Sweetie Belle." "Y-yes?" her sister replied sounding antsy. "I'm having trouble finding something. Have you seen a yellow dress?" "DRESSwhatdressIdidn'tseeanydressbeenoutalldaywithmyfriendsdoingfriendshipstuffyupmeScootsandBloomdoingfriendshipstuffalldaybecausewe'refriendsandthat'swhatfriendsdoFRINDSHIPISMAGIC!!!!!!" Rarity looks at her sister with perusing eyes; completely bewildered at that startling speech of hers. She's tense and is looking everywhere else to avoid any eye contact. "..............gotta go." Sweetie states as she bolts out the door. Ow! Where did that come from?Author's Note June 2019 *Sitting in a chair, resting on a elbow.* ............ *Tapping fingers on desk, feeling antipathy sink in.* ............ *Slowly takes a deep breath through nose before releasing it the same way.* ............ *Views this month's prompt.* Your guess is as good as mine. Life Ow! Where did that come from? In the beginning, there was nothing. An empty void of endless space. Then.... land formed. Though barren at first, a field of green spread over the surface. Within time, the plant life of many forms began to appear. Floral, fruit, vegetable, it all embraced the land. Beautiful as it was, the realm was soon met with disaster. The stars fell from the heavens and toppled the vegetation to mush. It rained bloody tears that splattered the ground crimson red. It started to darken and the sky itself fell with a violent impact into the land below. All that resided were being pressed between the two plains; as if God wished total destruction for his creation. And then, in a fierce shake, the world started hurdling into a BLACK HOLE! Whatcha got there, Spike? A lettuce, daffodil, tomato, and pickle sandwich; sprinkled with gems and ketchup. Tastes pretty good, want some? Just the Two of UsAuthor's Note November 2023 After the buddy duo story I made last month, I should try and use them for this month's prompt. Accommodating Just the Two of Us The rain drums the roof, seeping inside the wooden structure. A water droplet drips on Tricklebrook and drenches her tiny frame. She shivers, chattering her teeth as fast as her fairy wings are buzzing, "This stump is a dump!!" "It's the perfect home for a mushroom mare such as myself." Truffles rebuts, "The moisture in here is at the ideal level to satisfy. Messaging the gills and smooths the scales on my cap. If your uninvited plot doesn't like it, there's the door you forced yourself through, ya parasite." Brook puffs her cheeks at Truffles, glaring intensely until she slowly gives a sly smile. She flies around and buries into Truffles' mane. Brook pops her head out, getting cozy in the hair strands under Truffles' cap, "There. Nice, dry, and warm." Truffles rubs her forehead, "The ophiocordycep makes it look so easy." "In Fernaglaze Forest, insect gives mushroom splitting headache." A Dragon's HeartAuthor's Note July 2019 This theme. So many possibilities. But which one? Which one to choose? I could try the emotional one, it might please the overlord. But it could be cliche, and it ain't my style. I could try something romantic, it might work. But it's to be expected, and it's just plain cheesy. I could try going the educational approach, I can make up theories. But I'm suppose to tell a story, not a documentary. I could try making a comedy, I have no problem making those. But they never succeed, they're just LOLed. And I just keep thinking of that blasted movie. Stupid sexy fantasy. Dracio A Dragon's Heart "OW!" "QUIT STUBBING YOUR TOE, YA DORK!" yelled a voice down the hall. "How did she know that?" Spike asked the headmare of the school, Twilight. "Um.... Spike, have you ever consider girls around your age, or species for that matter? I heard from Ember that dragons have a special bond between them when one deeply cares for the other. They experience an emotional frequency which they can feel what the other is experiencing, such as pain. And they can be quite feral with teenage drakainas." "So a dragon with a crush on me can feel my pain?" "And more." "Really?" His cheeks flushed, "Like what?" *BANG* The door to the room slams open with a riled up Smolder clutching the frames. She glared at the drake with scornful eyes, but her heavy breathing and light blushing left the opposite impression. "Why did you think that during my heat cycle?" A Change in the WindAuthor's Note November 2019 Once again, I'm stuck for an idea for a story. With a theme about 'change' and 'wind', I'm left with little option but to tell more about the planned Final Fantasy crossover story I want to make. You see, the story surrounds the theme of 'accepting' with four ponies as the main characters. Each member will have their own struggle, but the team will help form a balance with one another as they proceed through their journey. The team consists of... the Mystic Knight, Tempest Shadow. The Paladin, Shinning Armor. The Dragoon, Flash Sentry. And a rookie OC that doesn't really have a job class. Instead, I like to identify this guy to the team as being... The Spirit A Change in the Wind "That should do the trick. Now Wind, I want you to... Wind?" The maple abyssinian lifts up from his workbench and spots the summer-lime pegasus staring out the window. The feline nibbles on the wheatgrass in his mouth as he picks up an iron nut and flicks it at the daydreaming stallion to knock him back to reality. Wind snaps his sight back to the cat, "Sorry, Uncle Cider. Just.... thinking." Cider felt a heavy weight as he looks at Wind's missing left wing. "Well... perhaps this can help you focus." Cider carries and fasten a metallic wing on the young pony. Wind flaps the metal attachment, adjusting to the false limb. "It's not much, and it can't help you get airborne, but ol' Cider constructed something special." Cider presses a button on the wing and a journal forms into existence within the wing's grip, "It'll be useful, Second Wind." A Near MissAuthor's Note January 2020 THIS PROMPT JUST RRRIIIINGS COMEDY! BUT no no, it's the feeeeelz that maketeth senpai happy. Bahawouldsay He loves jokes! Everyone loves jokes! 🌽 & 🧀 JOKES! Everyburdy seez that ya half-caloried Snacker Doodle! It's as clear as the digital sundial!! Haha HAHA HAHAHAHA!!!!!! ............... *sigh* This year is starting off swell. Hehe. S.H.T. A Near Miss [Target in sight] [Range: 30 hooves] [Wind: 0.7 MPH from a degree of 280o] [Bystanders in the immediate area. Proceed with caution.] [Approaching target...] [The target has spotted me! Switching to inconspicuous mode!] [...target is observing with no sudden movements. Proceeding with the plan.] [...target now within range.] [Ammo loaded] [Target locked on!] [....INITIATE!!] "Here it is!" His small hoof slapped the sheet of paper down on her desk, "Last night's homework! Finished and ready to be evaluated. Just for you, Miss Cheerilee." "Thank yo-" "And might I add," he flashed a smile her way, "you're looking lovely as usual." While the young colt wiggled his eyebrows up and down suggestively, the full grown mare had her brows evenly low in a peevish manner. With an uninterested tone, Cheerilee said, "Get back to your seat, First Base." [MISSION FAILED! OPERATION: 'SEDUCE HOT TEACHER' HAS FAILED!! FALLBACK!!! FALLBACK!!!] So Long and GoodnightAuthor's Note April 2020 I'm gonna be honest, I was seriously planing to skip this month. I was more intent on finishing a story by the 10th because I had faith that I would be in the features section on the front page. It tied in with 'FF7 Remake' coming out that day and it was also my 7th anniversary since starting an account here on FIMfiction, but I guess I needed another 7 because it didn't get me front page. So I made something else to be disappointed about... ♪Lullaby♪ So Long and Goodnight You are so special, my little girl. One that's more priceless than diamonds and pearls. Oh you are so smart. My lovely sweet tart. I'll love you forever, my Heart. Your mother will quell. Your father repels. Stopping those that would cause harm to our belle. Our own work of art. The top of our charts. I'll love you forever, my Heart. As you learn and as you grow. The next thing that you'll know. A Princess you'll be. Just wait and you'll see. My dear sweet pony. But as for right now, the day is now done. Tomorrow we'll wake and then have lots more fun. Just like from the start. You will always be part. I'll love you forever, my Heart. A Song I RememberAuthor's Note November 2020 A song? After the collection of rhymes I made for that story about an egotistical A-hole, I don't want to place the effort into making another series of rhymes. *sigh* Well, better ask the brain. Perhaps it could think up of something befitting for the prompt. Our brains, after all, are connected to our ancestors. Perhaps there's a song engraved in the subconscious part of my brain (you know, like how the 'Na-na na-na boo-boo' seems to be a preestablished taunt for kids). Well, Brain, watcha got? ................of course you would think that. Instinctive Rhythm A Song I Remember "I... I can't do it." "Oh fer Pete's Sake!" *BANG* The entire classroom flinches from Applejack slamming the door open. The students watch as the mare stomps her way over to the stand. "Alright fallers," Applejack yells, "listen up! Cause I'm only gonna say this once." Applejack glares at the assortment of young stallions, drakes, keythongs, and bulls. "You put yourself in, Then pull yourself out, Push on back in, And keep going all about. Yer doin' The Hokey Pokey as they moan and shout. And that's roughly what it's all about." Applejack marches back to the door where Twilight stands, mouth agape to what the mare just said. "Done," Applejack huffs to the incredulity-state Twilight. "I can't believe you butchered an innocent song just to teach adolescent boys sexual education." "That ain't nothin'," Applejack brushes her action aside, "You should see what ah can do with Red Ridin' Hood." ★ Drama QueenAuthor's Note April 2021 I was a bit of a Drama King back in the day, it was basically being emo without all the black. Blasé ★ Drama Queen Flurry Heart swings open the door to the dining hall. "WHY WAS I CURSED TO BE A PRINCESS?" In the room sits Shining Armor, reading the newspaper, and Princess Cadance, reading official documents. Both unresponsive to their daughter's cry. "It's always, 'Sign my book, Flurry!' or, 'Can we get a picture, Flurry?'" Heart folds her forehooves on the table and buries her face in them, "I just wanna have a day where I'm a regular girl like everypony else, to live and dream like them, but everypony just keeps making me the center of attention!" she whines. Shining and Cadance show no concern. "Well no more!" Flurry gallops for the door, "If they won't leave me alone, then I'll leave them! I'm going to stay in my room, FOREVER!!" Shining turns the newspaper, "To think, as a foal, she cried for attention." Cadance flips a document, "Not much has changed." Animal AnticsAuthor's Note May 2021 I can tell you some stories about some of the rabbits that've been in the family. Crystal, the Netherland Dwarf, was a Tsundere that could squeeze through the bars of her cage. Cody, the Mini Rex, was the biggest rabbit out of everyone who was ironically owned by my youngest sibling. Icarus, the Jersey Wooly, was my rabbit and both of us reflected Fluttershy's and Angel's personality, but flipped around. There's also Cookie, Maple, and Ebony, but I didn't/haven't spent enough time around them to say much. Picking an event that has happened with them and telling them in a story for this month seems like the obvious choice, but I got something else in mind. This is something that happened to me one day after coming home from work. Seriously, everything in this story really happened down to the word. Mutualism Animal Antics *Chirp* Sunset paused, questioning the odds. She pulled away from the motor, completely amazed that the bird was perched on the broom's head. Gently lowering the broom, firmly gripping the handle's end, Sunset eyed the garage door and slowly went for it. She got stopped by her car's antenna, now noticing she ringed her arms around it. Sunset stiffened her left arm and struggled to support the broom one handed as she swung her right arm around the antenna. She gripped the teetering broom with both hands, astonished that the bird is still perched, arched forward to the new angle. Sunset breathed in and continued for the door. Sunset's eyes were on the bird. The bird's eyes were on Sunset. The neighbor's eyes were on them. Out on the driveway, the bird turned around. *Tweet chi* It flew off the broom and back to the sky. Sunset sighed, "You're welcome." AnniversaryAuthor's Note July 2021 I've had this idea for a clever story on the backburner of my mind for a while now, but I'll never attempt on writing it as a full fledge story for a couple of reason. I'm pretty much as foreign on the subject as Haddaway is. A Stallion's Dilemma Anniversary All night, Sugar Belle has been keeping her distance from Big Mac. Sitting apart, hiding in a cloak, even using a personal chalkboard to converse with. Mac didn't want them to be like this. Not tonight. "Please. Just tell me what's wrong, Sugar Belle." "..." Belle levitates some chalk to the chalkboard. [I wanted to do something special for our anniversary tonight.] Belle erases the board and continues. [So I got a 'Youth Potion' to make myself younger.] "So why are you still hiding?" [Because it didn't work. Instead, it made me] The chalk in Belle's aura starts rattling until she gives up finishing. "I think I can gather the rest," Macintosh eases. "Sugar Belle, no matter how you look, you'll always be the mare I love." "...really?" Mac's ears perk up to her low voice. Belle pulls back her hood, revealing her new firmed face. "Even when I'm a stallion?" Meanwhile, Down on the Farm...Author's Note September 2021 There's a subtle choice I like to make when I write something like this. Can you figure out what it may be? Magic Carpet Ride Meanwhile, Down on the Farm... He pulls her hoof into his, "Let's run away together, just the two of us. We'll take a bunch of seeds and start our own orchard farm, one filled with nothing but apples and pears." She gazes up into those gentle emeralds that leave her lost for words. "It'll be an illustrious garden, blooming with roses that perfectly captures our affection for each other." Her skin shivers at the touch of his hoof caressing her cheek with long and slow strokes. "And with the fruits that bare, our love will continue to grow. Lasting on, forever." "Hello?" she waves a hoof over her friend's eyes that are caught on Bright Mac in the field over, but she can't break the blissful trance she's in, "Chiffon Swirl to Pear Butter. Do you copy?" "...plant all your seeds. I want a bushel of apples." Swirl cautiously moves back from the daydreaming mare. Even the Heartless Have a HeartAuthor's Note September 2022 This is an idea that I had for quite some time now, but I just can't find the arrangement that I can be satisfied with. What troubles should I make him go through? Would it be best if it was an original character? Should he be paired up with Diamond Tiara for another Locked Conversation story? I know that last one has a lot of promise that ends on a strong note, but even without Diamond Tiara, the ending already leaves a powerful impact. Angel's Angle Even the Heartless Have a Heart Blowing raspberries, imitating a motor, Flurry Heart glides through the cottage door with an exhausted Angel Bunny proceeding inside. Angel looks up at Fluttershy and Twilight, still chatting, oblivious to him or the filly they left unsupervised to nearly get eaten, poisoned, and lost in the Everfree Forest. He wants to lash out at them, scolding Twilight in particular for the trouble Flurry Heart gave him, but he can't find the energy for it, not after all the close calls Flurry had. Angel drags himself to his basket, kicking out a kakapo that preoccupied it. The bird's high-pitched screech broke Twilight and Fluttershy's conversation, watching the kakapo scuttling off as a tired Angel Bunny plops into the basket, "I've been meaning to ask, Fluttershy, why did you give that self-centered rabbit the name 'Angel'?" "He's selfish," Fluttershy sighs, forming a smile upon watching, "but he can also be a guardian angel." Second ChancesAuthor's Note January 2023 With the prompt being 'Second Chance', I am very tempted to use Second Wind for this month, but a name alone won't be enough. Luckily, this prompt also allows entries from 2022 to be used, and I've been wanting to expand upon a few scenarios that I made for Galloping Hearts (October's entry) such as Big Mac's, but that'll take at least three separate entries involving a running gag with a twist ending. In any case, I would need to follow the prompt for that month (The Feeling's New to Me), and continuing something that is intended to be 'new' is contradicting of itself. That's why I'll be using BOTH approaches. Taking Galloping Hearts and using it under the prompt of 'Second Chances', continuing it as a story that can stand on its own, resulting with a story that invokes a feeling that'll be new to everyone. ...or at least to Logan upon judging it. We Now Return to Galloping Hearts Second Chances "So I explained to Moondancer that even if she's truly from the future as she claims to be, I'd be an alternate version of the Twilight she knows." "...daughter..." Flash mutters, attempting to dig out of his shattered world, "...yours and..." "It's awkward when she calls me 'mother', but the idea of me and Blueblood becoming a thing? Brr." Flash jumpstarts at the thought, ushering him to act, now, "Twilight, I... I've been meaning to ask you something." Genuinely curious, Twilight focuses on him, making things worse on Flash's faltering courage, "Would you like to... go someplace sometime, just you and me?" Twilight flinches. Anxiety begins to build inside of her as she reads between the lines, "You mean, like on... on a date?" "Y-yeah." Flash gulps. "Well... I..." shrinking back, Twilight hides behind her mane, sheepishly playing with it, "...I'd like that." "MOTHER! MY MANE HAS TURNED BLUE!!" Love, Ambushed ByAuthor's Note February 2023 The prompt really falls on its face sense this is meant to be an ambush; however, the reader knows it's coming. This needs to be sneaky, and as much as I would love to have Rarity to go after Double Diamond, no one will catch the voice acting joke... it's Pucca and Garu... a logic-breaking stalker and a disinterested ninja. Nope, I got a better plan. Conciliate Love, Ambushed By Wind volleys a flurry of raindrops at the station's windows, rattling the frames to the storm's severity. "It's times like these that I regret living at a bay." "I'll escort you back home, Sunny." "And have you fight your way back here alone? Forget it, Hitch, I'm staying." "But the news said the storm will last all night." "Then we better get out some extra blankets. There's some over here, right?" "You can't be serious!" Hitch blocks Sunny's path for the closet, "I'm going to be sleeping here as well." "So?" "So you're okay sleeping in the same room with a stallion?" He was expecting her to react in a lot of ways. Embarrassment, mischievous, anger, all tying her to the thought on his mind; but, her genuine smile was something Hitch was not prepared for, "I trust you." He could hardly maintain the thought now, "...that's a good trick." And Nothing Was The SameAuthor's Note April 2023 One of my views on life is that you can get away with addressing any mature topic in children's media, just as long as it's presented in a vague way where they don't understand the actual message. Fairy tales and innuendos are prime examples of what I'm getting at, but I find this principle most potent within writing. So much, in fact, that it could even wiggle pass rules by simply not addressing the specific details, giving the reader the freedom on how to interpret the story. The point I'm trying to address here is that once you finish this story, you might never read it the same way again. If it comes to that, remember... that's your interpretation, not the story's explanation. ? ? ? And Nothing Was The Same The Autumn leaves swept under the galloping stallion, drifting to the full moon before a shadow swooped through. Weaving trees, jumping logs, the leather beats just kept getting closer. The shadow slammed him to the ground and flipped him on his back. Pinned to the dirt, he's forced to stare into the crimson glowing eyes of a mare. Seductively, she smiled at him, "It's such a lovely night, so stay with me," licking her fangs, "let's make it memorable." She dragged the thumb of her wing along his cheek, sending chills as she gently grazed down along his neck, twirling on a spot that's pulsing with blood. "I'll drain you, down to the last drop." He stretched out his neck in a hopeless attempt to avoid her drifting lips. "And then soon, very... very... soon..." the heat of her breath brushed into his ear, softly whispering, "...you'll be a father." The ProphecyAuthor's Note September 2023 September is quite a month for this theme, because for a while now, I've foreseen that the number 34 will be of great importance to me before the end of September. The Fall of Grace The Prophecy "They're dropping like flies. AH! There goes another one." "Shining." "The breeze!! I can feel the breeze!! it's s-s-so cold." "♪Shinnnniiing♫~" "They could be scattered across the entire kingdom by now! We gotta put up 'Missing' flyers! We gotta find every las-" "SHINING!" Cadance took a firm hold of her husband and forced him to face her in the eyes, "It's okay. Many stallions go through this everyday. It's very common and part of life," "Right... right..." Shining slid his hoof along his head, "this is normal, this is nothing to worry over, this... this is..." he trembles at the sight of his hoof covered in a series of blue strands, "THE END OF LIFE AS I KNOW IT!!!" Flurry Heart watches her father acting hysterical and her mother groaning into her hoof, "Mom, is Dad going to be okay?" "He'll be fine, dear. Your father is just going bald." The Most Devastating InsultAuthor's Note March 2024 Oh, I had this one for a while now. I originally made a thread of it years ago (it was intended to be like a parody of Goofy's 'How To...' series), but I expanded upon it, tweaked the presentation, and poured ponies in it. To some regard, I blended this concept with another idea to create this story, but it definitely feels familiar to my older work. Equestrian Planet The Most Devastating Insult Dominance plays an important part in all life. Controlling, possessing, and copulating, dominance is the driving force that steer the course of life. Take this seaside town with these two fine examples of opposing genders, one representing the authority of the law and the other a common resident. "Hey, Posey." "WHAT!?" "H... h-hi." "WHAT KIND OF SHERIFF GOES AROUND DISTURBING THE PEACE?" "I was just being friendly." "SO YOU'RE HITTING ON ME INSTEAD OF DOING YOUR JOB?" "That wasn't my intention!" "ARE YOU IMPLY THAT I'M UNAPPEALING? THAT I'M NOT WORTH THE TIME?" "NO! You're worth every bit of my time." "OH, THEN YOU'RE STALKING ME." "That's not- I mean- It was just-" "YOU'RE REVOLTING!!!" Note the power behind her words, how she seized the situation with a firm affront towards this town's officer. While one reins order for her foal's future, the other receives a permanent decrease of masculinity. ZugzwangAuthor's Note Inspiration can come from anywhere. Thanks, Dad. All it costed was my car. Cries of the Senior Zugzwang Maintaining her composer in a physical sense, Matilda's fury was drilling into Cranky. With the mental barricade known as his pride now weakened, she reestablishes a dominant control over him, "The doctor said that your eyes were going out, I implored you to listen to him, but you still decide to keep your independence by pulling the cart." "..." "And tonight, what happened?" "...I crashed the cart." "Into another cart, and now you have to pay to repair for something more than just a mailbox this time." "It won't happen again, Matilda." Matilda keeps her silent berating undeterred, "..." "I realize that my eyes are not what they used to be, so I'm changing myself." "..." "From now on, I'll no longer pull the cart." "..." "...at night." Matilda gives a sharp huff of disapproval, but this is what she expected from him, a stubborn mule that refuses to face the reality of himself. UncharacteristicAuthor's Note October 2024 How can we be uncharacteristic if we are creatures who are slaves to the aging of time and the victims to our own passions? I think Dr. Orpheus said it best, and its quite thematic given the approaching holiday which he spoke it in. Greatest Feat of Magic Uncharacteristic "I am retribution, I am the shade, I... am.. Colt-Do-Just!" "Give it a rest, Hitch," Sunny tossed the helmet from last year over the changing curtain. "Nightmare Night only comes once a year, Sunny. And tonight, I want to be Colt-Do-Just." "What? Being bold and chivalrous in a flashy fashion? That's you everyday when you're on duty." "It's not the same. Picking a persony by ourselves and playing out the part without judgement, it's a way to tell the world that this is who we really are. A journey of self-discovery and to understand our identity on a psychological level." "That's... pretty insightful, Hitch. Not what I would expect from you." "Of course, because I'm Colt-Do-Just." "Yeah, yeah," Sunny rolled her eyes with an amused smile as she walked from behind the curtain, "...well?" "Purple fur, cobra hood, scorpion tail, ...I'm drawing a blank, Sunny. Who are you?" "I'm Cosmos." A Good MealAuthor's Note December 2024 There's an old comparison I thought of long ago that fits the prompt, but it's just the matter of getting there for it to be in a story. The Things One Does for a Laugh A Good Meal "Dad is good at parodies, Mom is good at exaggerating... but what about me?" Cheese ponders as he studies the draft board he made, "Just what kind of humor am I good at? What identifies me? ...help me out here, Emperor Chilly Changa." The beanbag doll of a penguin just sits lifeless on his back, "..." "Sarcasm?! You only want me to play off the fact that I look like a girl, don't you?" "..." "I already told you that I'm not doing that. There was nothing that matched my eyes." "..." "Yes, I agree that the bow looked pretty good on me, but I need something more crazy and uplifting for everyone." "..." "Watch your words! We can't all be podiatrist for tap-dancing penguins." Cheese huffs while rubbing his forehead. He looks at the board, "I'll sleep on it, but like a dog to its vomit, I will return to finish the job."
Laughter, Both Old and NewAuthor's Note January 2018 I've primped up the text and used exactly 150 words. Why am I telling you the number of words? You'll see... The Jokes Are Getting Old Laughter, Both Old and New "Now ask me 'how I did in court.'" "Do I have to?" "Come on, Twilight. You'll love the punchline." Pinkie said as she's holding up an empty hanger. The Alicorn sighs at the line that was about to come, "How'd you do in court?" "I lost the suit!" "Marvelous," Twilight said with no real interest. "Now let me get back to reading." "Wait, there's more!" "There's more?" she groans. "So a farmer has three daughters and-" "-they had dates. One was named Shower Confetti and said they would eat spaghetti. Another was named Doughnut Joe and said they'll see a show. The last one was named Moon Struck and was shot by the father. Yeah, that's an old joke too. Here's a new joke; you know Cranky?" "The donkey? Yeah." "Remember how you threw his back out." "Uh-huh." "You know how he would describe you?" "How?" "A pain in the-"
A Lovely Night, RuinedAuthor's Note February 2018 This is based off something that happened to my grandma when she was cooking. Under Pressure, Will Explode A Lovely Night, Ruined Rarity is such an amazing mare, she seems to find the time to get everything done. She's been pushing herself, so tonight, I want her to relax during our date. I knock on her door and she greets me in the alluring way as usual; flipping her mane, fluttering those eyes, and saying "Good evening, darling. I'm thrilled that you came. I've prepared bucatini for tonight's special occasion." "Actually, I was thinking of going out tonight." "Nope, I won't hear of it. Everything must be perfect. Now sit down, I'll check the steam pressure if it's ready." "Steam pressure?" "Yes," she head towards the kitchen, "I was in a hurry and thought I cou-AAHHH!!!!" I run into the kitchen and see bucatini splattered everywhere. She starts to whimper at the mess and she buries her face into my chest. I stroke her head, "Why don't we go out for pizza?"
Kindness and a GardenAuthor's Note May 2018 In 'Final Fantasy 8', the term 'garden' is used to imply a school. I'm going to be using that meaning here. This could cause a tumor Kindness and a Garden (Go to open house, she said. Learn about them, she said. Be polite, she said. That stuck up bi-) "Sour Sweet! What a surprise to meet you here for open house." "Are you kidding? I wouldn't want to miss this for the world!" (Who wouldn't miss the opportunity to feel like a cat at a dogshow?) "You seem upbeat today." "It must be your infectious attitude." (That's giving me a rash.) "Well, let me show you around the school." "I would love that!" (If you would just drop dead.) "Here's the Library." "Awesome." (-ly boring.) "Now the Science Lab." "Amazing." (That it hasn't exploded yet.) "This is our Garden." "Pretty." (Awful.) "The Band Room." "Oooooooo!" (So boring.) "Our Gymnasium." "I see." (That you won't SHUT UP!!!!) "And the Cafeteria! Here, take a bite of my award winning pie." "Why thank you." (But I insist, you take the first bite.) *SPLAT*
What were you thinking?Author's Note July 2018 Around Spring time, I usually take this temporary job for a company that makes yearbooks. They pay well, encourage overtime, and deals with schools from all across the states. I love getting glimpses in the yearbooks for the many creative, cleaver, and smart choices each school made. However, there are also some bad choices they've made. We can't correct them because it's their choice, so we just have a laugh and move on. There was one decision a school made that had to be the dumbest choice I've ever seen. It seemed like a smart idea at the time What were you thinking? "You wanted to see me, Principal Celestia." "Ah Spirit, head of the year book committee, right? I've been looking over the proofs and I was wondering about this." "That? That's something the team thought up for the first years. You know how the seniors get a 'then and now' pictures, well we thought of giving the freshmen 'now and will' pictures." "You made them look like they're in their golden years. And you don't even have the 'now' pictures." "We ran out of room." "*sigh* I can't accept these. The parents of the students will be looking for their children within these pages, and when they see their child looking like senior citations, we'll be hearing a backlash and will be expected to remove the pictures and replace them with the proper ones." "Alright, Principal Celestia. We'll replace them immediately." "And next time, don't replace the absent student with flowers."
Birthday MagicAuthor's Note September 2018 I hate September. The month is like a doomsday clock to me as it continues to tick down to the end of the month. Once it hits the 30th, we honor a day that I just completely dread...... my birthday. *Sigh* but let's put that aside and focus on the prompt. What is it anyways? ...............................WHAT KIND OF SICK JOKE IS THIS? Guess Why Birthday Magic The orange mare continues to frantically pace back and forth, "Okay, don't panic. We just need ta find somepony ta help us." Her brother watches in concern while cradling a green foal. "Starlight? Nuh-uh, she's fine at magic; but this is out of her field. Zecora? But she's outta town. A doctor? Naw, they can't stand us Apples." she covers her face in panic with the stetson hat she wears, "Oh poor Granny Smith, we'll get ya back to normal. Don't ya fret." "Call me crazy, Applejack." spoke a red bowed filly, "but ah think Baby Smith likes this." "How can ya say that? She was havin' a fine time as she was before. Sitin' in her chair, rockin' day after day, nothin' ta worry about. What makes ya think she wanted this?" In the kitchen, a cake holding more than eighty blown-out candles still waits to be eaten.
Where Your Loyalties LieAuthor's Note November 2018 The rules state that... All entries must be MLP-related ...well here's one I'm sure everyone can relate to MLP with. It's a simple premise, but I'm adding a little spice to it as I'll be imitating a specific writing style of someone's. It won't be a perfect similarity, but I'm sure you can figure out who I'm impersonating. Tis but a show Where Your Loyalties Lie Oh Faust, what have thou douse upon me? Dreaming of such a land of make believe. I hinder the thought it cometh to light. They seek my legion with them, yet I say, 'neigh'. Recreant, I am. Though my soul cries out, 'A PONY! A PONY! MY DIGNITY FOR A PONY!' Yearn instincts to compete prismatic's tenacity. Heart gives way to timid soul's rejoice. Share apples with the voice of the south. Receive grace by the presence for beauty. Merrily banter with maiden of curls. Witness feats from doyen of sorcery. What is this for I have seen? Poison? Nectar? Slop? Custard? Torn between society and pleasure. Doest liking no longer brand me a man? To lure daughters of Eve, 'tis intent. Yet holds the likes of me captive, why? Haunting assailant, what right gives thou to judge? Take my shame and skew'r mine core. For I am, a Brony.
Honesty Ain't the Best PolicyAuthor's Note January 2019 DARN IT, AMEREEP!!! You've been at this for a year, you should know how to please the overlord by now. Hmm.... they like her.... and they appear to approve those stories.... if I have any hope of outnumbering the impossible, I need to put in twice the dosage. ........alright, I'll do just that. One, Two, Buckle My Heart Honesty Ain't the Best Policy "Truth or dare?" "Dare!" "I dare you to act like Fluttershy." "Ooo this ought to be good." "Now don't hold back, dear. Get her down right." "Please, I know how Fluttershy acts. *ahem* Oh hello, I'm Fluttershy." "Hahahaha!!!" "I don't sound like that." "I'm sorry Fluttershy, but you kinda do." "Besides Sugarcube, this is all in good fun." "If that is okay with you." "Well I don't want to be a bother, if that is okay with yo-.... wait!" "Heeheeheehee!!!" "Wow Dash, it's like you know exactly what she's going to say before she says it." "Really?" "Aahahahaha!!!!!" "Ooh, this is making me so mad." "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm just honestly trying to be the best you I can." "Oh, that's okay." "Friends?" "Friends." "Yay!" "......................" "Okay, this is starting to get a bit creepy. You can stop this now." "Stop what?" "I got this. Hey y'all, I've brought cider." "CIDER?!?!"
Hidden MotivesAuthor's Note February 2019 I'm not in the mood to make any humorous prologue or a clever design for the story. I'm feeling too blue. It's Complicated Hidden Motives "There's the mare with the skills to pay the bills." "What is it, Zephyr?" spoke the irritated Rainbow Dash. "Oh just this," he waves a card in his wing. "A letter I got from a secret admirer." "Hm-hmm." "I'm too proud to admit it, but your bravado always gets my heart racing and your charm can be so intoxicating at times. I wish I could spend my time with you for Hearts and Hooves Day." Zephyr gives her a sly grin, "Sound familiar?" "No, but it sounds like she has poor taste." The mare gives a snicker, "I bet that letter isn't even real. I think this is an attempt of yours to try and make me feel jealous." "Say what you want, but I am here to grant your wish. Just as you requested." Dash groans at his decision and kept screaming in her head... "It worked! IT WORKED!!!"
I Was Blind, (But Now I See)Author's Note March 2019 Another month and another lucky shot struck me. What do I mean by this? Well remember that story I said a while back that I wanted to get out into the world? Yeah, this is another part of that story. This speech/story is roughly the entire concept for this certain character I have in mind. And no, you won't know who this guy is since he's an OC. Sol's Concept I Was Blind, (But Now I See) I entered this world the usual way; just like many ponies have before me. I was greeted by my parents; just like many ponies have done prior. But unlike the ponies hitherto been; I never saw them back. Cursed? Perhaps; for my vision is impaired to watch nothing but darkness. A cure? Nothing but a ploy; to raise my hopes only for them to be shot down. But as luck would favor, I was born as a certain breed; a Unicorn, the magic wielding race. Proof of this stood at my forehead; a symbol that marked all of our kind. Like a beacon, my horn acts like a radar that detects the magic swarming about; caressing us, forging us, empowering us to march forward. It enlightens me. It guides me. I can feel..... no, I can see the magic flowing through the air; forging new light to my darken world.
The Last Thing on the ListAuthor's Note April 2019 Have nothing to really say this month. I've been busy with work. 60 hours a week with only one day off in between. Twilight.EXE has crashed The Last Thing on the List "Twilight," a concerned Starlight asked, "Are you alright?" The punctual Twilight is rocking herself on the floor, "Mustn't..... but..... I have...... yet...... shouldn't......" Puzzled, she spoke to the dragon in the room, "You weren't kidding, Spike. She's completely lost it. What happened to her?" The drake had a guilty look on his face as he tried to avoid eye contact. He hands her a parchment and Starlight levitates it towards her face. Checklist for the day ``` ☑ Fix the bed. ☑ Eat a meal of exactly three hundred calories. ☑ Re-organize the books. ☑ Review students' homework. ☑ Write tomorrow's checklist. ☑ Re-organize the books again. ☑ Burn calories from meal earlier through exorcise. ☑ Give a speech to the other princesses about the need for scrolls. ☑ Re-organize the books........ again. ☐ Leave unchecked. ``` Starlight gave a vexing look at the dragon. "It was just an April Foals' prank."
Black & WhiteAuthor's Note May 2019 Ah jeez, this prompt. I'm drawing nothing but a blank here. The phrase makes me think of Pokemon at first, but then it makes me think of the original Game Boy; which is strange because when it comes to media that involve the phrase 'Black and White', you tend to think of old silent mo-........uh oh......I think I'm gonna push the limitations of what I can get away with for this month. Animation by Hasbro. Effect and editing by Amereep. The last image though is also edited by ethaes. And here is some music for your pleasure. You may need it. *Projection Sound* Black & White The Meek By somepony Cast ``` The Meek - - - - - Fluttershy The Bully - - - Garble ``` "Please, you must leave before the moon appears. I don't want to hurt you." "Hurt us? The one that's going to get hurt is YOU, pony." "Don't tell me that you're scared by her words." "She's a pushov- why are you staring at us like that?" *Squee!* The End Paid for by the ponies of The Meek Association
I Thought We Were FriendsAuthor's Note August 2019 Maya Angelou once said, 'If you don't like something, change it. If you can't change it, change your attitude.' So I guess I'm gonna have to change my approach with these stories into a territory that's outside of my usual. Until Then, Do We Part I Thought We Were Friends "So..." Trixie lowered her teacup, "I was just a phase for you." "No you're not." Starlight said reassuringly. "It's just like with Maud. It was girls' night out every week, just the three of us. But when Mudbriar came by, it started to become the two of us every other week. And eventually..." "That's not going to happen with me and Sunburst." "He's going to be the most important pony in your life. When you need support, he'll be close by. And when you need a partner, you'll think of him first. You're already too busy for me with your counseling, what do you think a husband will bring? And if you have any foals..." "Trixie..." "........I'll leave you to your wedding plans." Trixie pushed herself from the table. "I might as well start planning too." she choked on her words, "That year-long world tour doesn't seem that impossible now."
BittersweetAuthor's Note September 2019 Bittersweet, huh? *Hearing sappy music within head* So many choices, so many ideas I have, but can't express them because of limitations. Perhaps that's the Autism in me, or maybe it's the lack of a drive that'll keep me going. The 150 word limit isn't doing me any favors, either. Hmm... but I think I know what needs to be said. *Begins writing and reviews it* ..........I am such a hypocrite. The Spark of the Flame Bittersweet Pistachio plops his head on the table, "But everypony was only interested in Polomare's designs. They didn't even look twice at mine." "The sad thing about making something new," Coco begins as she sews, "is that once you create them, they'll be overshadowed by your competition. Like a candle's flame, it battles to stay alive for ponies to witness the majestic dance it performs. But it often can be overlooked by bigger and brighter flames. With no ponies surrounding it, the flame will extinguish to the harsh winds of life. Losing its chance to rival the sun." "Where's the joy then? Why create when hardly anypony will see them?" Coco snaps the thread. "The only joy flames truly receive, is the warmth it gives off to ponies." Levitating a small sewed hat, she places it on a worn out doll. "Even if it's just for the pony who lit it."
SundownAuthor's Note October 2019 Alright ya contradicting hashtag. It's sundown, and I see'n that yer still here. The winner's spot ain't big enough for the two of us, so I reckon I'm gonna have to put ya down. ............WRITE! So Long for Now Sundown "YOU'RE ENDING DARING DO!?!?!?!?!" "I can't keep up these adventures forever, Dash. I'm getting old, my adventuring days are fast approaching to an end." "But you can't end it! What if you wrote about made up adventures like.....like.....like Daring Do teaming up with a tie wearing gorilla!" "Dash, it's over." "This is a nightmare. Daring Do can't end." "The story will never end, Dash. Not as long as there are dedicated fans to keep it alive." "It won't be the same. It'll just be a bunch of crummy ripoffs and fanfics." "That's the beauty of it, new blood will be taking the helm and make it work better than it is now. As long as the spirit is there, there will always be a story to tell about Daring Do." "Will it really?" "Eventually. After a sunset, there will always be darkness before the sun rises again with newfound ambition."
Things UnwrittenAuthor's Note December 2019 It's the holidays. It really leaves you with the feels, doesn't it? Heart Things Unwritten I didn't think I'd ever find somepony like you. A strong, soft-spoken stallion that I can feel comfortable around. It feels like yesterday when we first met. Both of us timidly shy, searching for the right thing to say. Just two foalish ponies smitten at the other's presence. I'd often envision what the future would hold for us. Marriage? Foals? Lots of foals? I felt like anything would be possible as we share our lives together. I guess they're just dreams thought up by a filly now. Because she's there. You seem so happy, so forward now... so unreachable. You're even talking to me. Talking so fluently with no repression in your words. The wishes, the foals,... the love... all the things that gave me joy is now crumbling from the missing pillar. Just how? How can I respond any different from that day? The day that meant nothing. "Mm-hmm."
DeparturesAuthor's Note February 2020 George Washington birthday is the 22nd of February. Just so happens to be my grandma's birthday as well. which is why she was named, Georgia. She passed away at 96, but she would've been 101 years old this month. So why am I talking about her? Because 2 years ago, I wrote a story that involved my grandma during the month of February and I find it ironic that I'm doing it again this month as well. I made a story about her in the month of her 99th and 101st birthday, but not her 100th. Ocean Departures Bright Bramley pulls his head up from the tub, "I gogh au auffle!" he announces, his face completely drenched. Bramley trots in place and shows his father the fruit in his mouth, "ish ya shee?" "Eeyup!" Bramley heads off to show his accomplishment toward his cousins at the apple family reunion, leaving Big Mac behind. Mac focuses on the tub of water, letting his mind drift like the apples floating inside. His distant gaze didn't go unnoticed by his approaching sister, Applejack. She knew what he was thinking, she was thinking it too, "First time we've had a get-together without Granny Smith." "Eeyup." Applejack leans on her brother for comfort, which he gives in return. "...there's something the minister once told me." Macintosh reminisces aloud to his sister, "Life is like an ocean, each of us are our own boats that sail it. And Granny's boat... hers was a battleship.
Face Your FearsAuthor's Note March 2020 One of the things my curse (Autism) has brought me is that I can't relate to the majority's perspective. A story might be emotionally powerful to many, but I just see it as an irritating hurdle to sit through or a plot device to make a character look cool. Many stories on Fimfiction (or even any story for that matter) don't leave me with anything but a jumble pile of words. So what does this have to do with this month's story? Absolutely nothing. Thee Horn Face Your Fears "I don't like it." huffed Shining Armor, "Why is that terrorist part of the guard?" Second Wind watched his captain pacing back and forth to fume out this bit of news. "I know you're still upset that she turned your wife to stone, but ease up on Tempest." "After what she did? Just what kind of pony would sell out her country just to get a horn back?" "Her horn must mean a lot to her." "That's no excuse. We shouldn't have ponies that would hand over Equestria representing the guard." "Would you give up your daughter?" Shining Armor shivered his entire body stiff. "If you had to choose between giving up Equestria or Flurry Heart, which would it be?" Caught within an impossible choice, Armor felt the cold impact of the question ripple through his body. "Tempest probably reacted similar as you are now. Will you answer the same?"
I'm Flying Without WingsAuthor's Note May 2020 Well since the 'numeric nemesis' is back, it would be wise that I should try for this month. Because June already has its winner decided. Curiosity I'm Flying Without Wings There's good reason why you shouldn't stick your nose in things, curiosity kills the cat after all, and the killer is using that cat's intestines as a fiddle for me to dance to. I felt this coming. Like a yak-in-the-box, I anticipated this oncoming approach, but this sicko found a way to smash my reality to pieces. I could've saved this mare, could've had her live another day to enjoy a dip in the bathtub instead of sprawling in a pool of her own blood. Now I have a corpse, and I'm no closer at finding who this scumbag is. I'm not going to rest until I hunt them down and make them pay for what they've done. You might assume that I'm sticking my nose in things that don't involve me. I can assure you, they brought me into this, and I'm going to find out who killed me.
Dream A Little DreamAuthor's Note June 2020 It's been years since I was in school, but I still recall the nightmares I faced on a regular basis. What's Real Anymore? Dream A Little Dream "You're in a dream." "WHAT?!" "I said, can I borrow your pen?" Twilight offers Sugarcoat the pen in her shaking hand. "You look like a train wreck right now." Sugarcoat bluntly states. "Today's been tearing me apart." Twilight slides her fingers through her messy hair, "Everybody's been saying 'None of this is real' or 'You must wake up' all day to me. I can't figure out if I'm sleeping, if I'm trapped in an illusion, or even if I'm just losing my mind!!" Twilight takes deep breaths to try and calm down, "I need water." Twilight leaves her Crystal Prep classmates while she rubs her hands and tries to make sense of things. The moment Twilight leaves through the door, Lemon Zest bursts into laughter. Sugarcoat looks over to Sunny Flare with an amuse look, "What now?" Sunny carries a smug expression, "Now we sit back and enjoy the meltdown."
After the StormAuthor's Note July 2020 So the hectic week of 12 hour shifts is over with and it seems like it would be a good idea to use that as reference somehow, but I realized something. No one wants a story of a drowsy pony after their shift. It's just too boring. So I'll go back into my little world with this one. Degringoladé After the Storm "Some proclamation." "Be quiet." "You really got through to them when you said, 'can you offer a job?'" "Shut up!" "Make me." "..." "Just look at yourself, nothing's changed. You're back where you were before, a broken pony without a purpose in life." "..." "How long has it been? Ten? Twenty?" "Four years." "Not since his fall." "..." "You know what I'm talking about." "...the day I was damned." "Now you're being honest with yourself." "..." "You're starting to admit it. Deep down, you're just making excuses for yourself." "..." "You know that it's impossible, you're going to be struggling for the rest of your days as half a unicorn. One that feels demoralized for being handicapped." "..." "You see this. And you know where this pointless search will take you." "..." "You'll start to accept that there's no hope, begin to feel miserable about everything, and you'll finish it by committing sui-" *CRSSH* "...I hate mirrors."
★ Early BirdAuthor's Note August 2020 Whelp, here's another throwaway flashfic. Insanity ★ Early Bird As the sun rises, the young colt finishes his sharp appearance for the day ahead. Fur cleaned, mane styled, he radiates confidence as he reviews himself in the mirror. "You failed yesterday," he coaches his reflection, "but today, you'll finally get them." His lips curl below his honed eyes, "I'm positive." As the sun falls, the young colt watches as another foal leaves with their parents. Gleeful interest, expressive endearment, they resonate affection as he watches from the windowsill. Foals behind him play about until a pony wearing black clothing appears at the door. "Time to wash up for dinner, everypony," she issues. The foals obey her, but she notices the distracted colt, "You too, Flash Sentry." "Yes, Sister Marey." She leaves, but Flash keeps watching the new family. "You failed today," Flash reminds himself, "but tomorrow, you'll finally get them." His lips quiver below his misty eyes, "I'm positive."
AtmosphereAuthor's Note September 2020 One of the things that I find that makes a great story/movie/show/whatever is something that appears simple, but has a deeper meaning to it. A ring being an invisible tether that ties souls together, gripping an apple indicating a sign of wisdom, a broken sword implying a shattered will. A good story is one that gets across a point, and symbolism is the thread that ties it together. Unfortunately, the message might not come across quite clearly at times. Before doing these monthly contests, I participated in another monthly contest called 'The 11 Second Club'. It's a lot like these 150-word flashfics, the difference is that you're given a sound file that is 11 seconds long to animate to. What's more, the winner is decided through the community and gets their animation reviewed by a professional animator. But the communications over there is terrible as there's no way to reply or PM anyone. There's a forum and you can comment on animations, but it's only during the judging and your comment only appears after the winner is announced. The comments I was given were mostly pointing out flaws that I overlooked, and I agree that it was an oversight. I'm more of a storyteller than a dazzler, so I often glance over places and focused on specific areas more than other. The 'Money Shots' were given their treatment, but the last shot of the last entry was special to me. I focused on the subtle eye movement and the twirl of her wrist, but the one I was strongly devoted on was the camera's position and the book's location. It wasn't to keep me from animating her mouth, it was to imply something for the audience to pick up on. I could've touched upon a few places outside of the quality, and when someone left a comment that said... 'For the final shot, the camera needs to be in a different position, or the female character needs to lower the book to see her facial movements.' ...I was infuriated. I wanted to tell him what I was going for, yet there was no way to contact him; but judging by the second portion of his comment about how the first shot needed more movement, he only cared for motion and not the message. He didn't catch the symbolism I was making in this animation, so I want to try to retell the event through a media that quite literally, 'writes it out for you'. It'll be different for continuity sake, but the message should stay the same. Hell Has No Fury Like..... (Adaptation) Atmosphere "Come on, Twilight. I said I was sorry." Twilight's face stays deadpan on the book she reads while sitting on the wooden stool. "Did you hear me?" Spike asks for his unreplied apology. Twilight lifts the book up to eye level in her aura, practically buried within its pages. Spike starts to feel the anxiety swirling inside himself, worried at the fact that he was unheard once again. Despite the close proximity, Spike never felt more farther from her. If only he could get a better look at her face to get a sense that he's reaching her. Spike stretches his neck to see her expression, but Twilight shifts in her seat, blocking his attempt. "So I goofed up." Spike tries to soften the issue, "It isn't that-" he quivers upon seeing Twilight leering at him. Peering over the hardcover wall that she constructed to keep his distance from her.
Pranked!Author's Note December 2020 Pranked, huh? ...I got an idea. A looping story where the reader clicks on a link at the end that'll send them back to the beginning of the story. A prank that keeps them in a loop until they realize they're in it! All I need is for the readers to be open minded and accepting about clicking a link within a story. ........this is hopeless. Time for plan B. Conditioner Pranked! Escaping through the warehouse with the masked assailant pursuing, she darts for the backdoor, only for folding blinds constructing before her. Trapped with little hope, she turns to her chaser. The fuchsia aura emits like a flame from them, but she only grins. She throws a can of manespray between the two of them and it sprays out a thick fog for her to escape in. She falls on her tail and it springs her over the blinds. Out the door, she stretches her mane and flings herself outta there, but a giant maneclip pins her prehensile mane to the wall. The mare makes a low giggle, watching her approaching captor seething their rage through heavy breathing and giving a killing gaze. She struggles to hold in her chuckling, but goes into uncontrollable laughter as Radiance appears from the shadows, causing the moonlight to bounce off of her bare head.
Poetic JusticeAuthor's Note January 2021 How funny. Poetic Justice. It almost sounds like Poetic Irony. Bra(n)ded Poetic Justice "And that's why they call him a 'waffle stealer'?" "Yup. And since then, no one can stand the guy and avoids him." "That's ridiculous. Just because he forked a waffle piece off of someone else's plate shouldn't brand him in such a harsh way. It was a bold move on his part, but he seems like a decent guy." "Maybe." "Maybe? You're saying you don't know anything about him?" "Well I know he plays guitar, and... there's... hmm..." "That's all you know?" "Pretty much. I don't want to be viewed in a negative light by associating with him." "Well who does associate with him?" "..." "...is there anypony who associates with him?" "..." "...I'm going to talk to him." "But others will look down on you for doing so!" "Then let there gazes be low. I wouldn't be much of a princess of friendship if I'd ignore the loneliest pony in Equestria."
Two Truths And A LieAuthor's Note February 2021 This is one prompt I'm completely stumped on. I don't think I've ever heard of the game before, but the premise seems clear enough. However, just how can one imply this prompt within a story of limited words? It needs to be fast. It needs to be clear. And it needs to be relatable. ...I think I got a dish that'll satisfy this prompt's apatite. Cooking By The Text Two Truths And A Lie Dash 10:35am PTB PINKIE! ▕╱ Pinkie 10:36am What's wrong! 8O ╲▏ Dash 10:36am Coking class. The ingreedients. What wear they? PLZ TELL! ▕╱ Pinkie 10:37am Oh that's easy. =3 ╲▏ Pinkie 10:37am Cup of flower. X3 ╲▏ Pinkie 10:38am Something sweet. Just a pinch. =3 ╲▏ Pinkie 10:38am And finally, some oil. =D ╲▏ Dash 10:39am TU!!!! ▕╱ Pinkie 10:39am XD ╲▏ Pinkie 2:12pm How'd your cooking do? =P ╲▏ Dash 2:13pm SMH ▕╱ Pinkie 2:13pm What happened? =C ╲▏ Dash 2:14pm IDK. Lookd ok, smelld fin, tasted awfull. ▕╱ Pinkie 2:15pm How'd you describe the taste? 7=. ╲▏ Dash 2:16pm Bland ▕╱ Pinkie 2:16pm Didn't you use the oil? =/ ╲▏ Dash 2:17pm I usd oil. ▕╱ Pinkie 2:18pm ...oops! It should've been O-L-E-O. 8X ╲▏ Dash 2:18pm WTF!? ▕╱ Pinkie 2:19pm At least you didn't blow up the oven this time. I3 ╲▏ Dash 2:19pm CRSE AUTOCORRECT!!! ▕╱
Accelerated EvolutionAuthor's Note March 2021 Accelerated Evolution... This prompt seems easy at first, but I keep hitting on the issue of how to make it entertaining. I could have Twilight give a speech, but it's more of a speech than a story. I could make a mini-prequal that involves Sol, but spoiling it would be unavoidable. I could take this a step further and have it about a real life topic that often doesn't get any recognition, but due to the theme, I don't think people are ready to listen to anything about- Wait! I know what to write. The Role We Must Play Accelerated Evolution Staring up the colossal entrance, Twilight wobbles her jaw with her eyes on the door handle far beyond her reach. She tried to use her magic to open the doorway and she tried flapping her wings to hover towards the handle, but for some reason, the magic in her horn was gone and her wings weren't giving her any height. Twilight gallops back across the wooden plain towards the castle and starts pushing it towards the door. Her hooves begin to feel the floor vibrating and she stiffens up in fear as the door opens. "ROOOAAARRR!!!" Twilight holds her pose as a giant hand picks her up. "*gasp* an ursa minor! Defend the castle!!" The hand swings Twilight and rams her into the big teddy bear. "*phew!*" The stuff toy flies back. Twilight is placed on the castle playset, "Nothing will stop me from protecting Equestria!" Megan voices for Twilight.
Sleight of HandAuthor's Note June 2021 This prompt looks like a job suited for The Great and Powerful Trixie to proclaim her skills and might in, but there are just so many problems in doing so. A magician's bait is their confidence through pulling a performance, which can't be captured in words. A magician's net is their ability to fool what is being seen, which can't be shown simply through words. A magician's trophy is their audience seeking an answer, which can't be secured if I'm giving descriptions. To top it off, pulling a magic trick on readers is near impossible as all you really have to use is mind-reading tricks, and those don't hold because they're mathematical formulas that can be figured out through a few attempts. So... how can I pull a sleight of hand that's entertaining? *Sits quietly as the answer speaks for itself* ...having these before-talks can bring such interesting results. Spring Forward, Fall Back Sleight of Hand Blatantly I stare at Indigo Zap as she rummages through the newspaper in search of something. I'd help, but I just want five more degrees before getting off my rock. "Ah-ha! Found it!" Indigo clenches onto a Sunday coupon, then views her alarm clock, "Eight minutes. I can make it!" Zap zips out the door, "Bye, Newton!" I enjoy my sunbathing in privacy, hearing the birds chirping in victory for surviving Winter. Twenty minutes must've passed before I heard Indigo Zap stomping into the room. Observing that scornful look on her face told me everything. "They were out of donuts," grumbles Indigo, "sold out within the first half-hour." She glares at her alarm clock. Laying a finger on the clock's little hand, she moves it one hour ahead. "Why are we following the Sun's schedule?" Did she just ask the cold blooded animal the importance of following the Sun?
TemplesAuthor's Note August 2021 You would think after writing that Daring Do & Donkey Kong crossover that I would be an expert in exploring temples by now, but that couldn't be further from the truth. I got very lucky to notice a pattern and associate each temple's obstacle to a process in life. To further the matter, I had nothing for the last temple, not a single gimmick to go off with. ...well...maybe one idea... but I didn't want to deteriorate the tension with this dumb concept I thought of. Not to mention that it would even ruin the logical reasoning of the story's twist. ...it's not a crossover, it's self-promoting with a deleted concept. The Final Temple's Gimmick Temples "Now the one under the statue." *FWZZZZZZZZZZZ* "Break the pot to use this one." *FWZZZZZZZZZZZ* "And then.. um... this one!" *FWZZZZZZZZZZZ* "Urgh! I was just here!" Daring roars, vibrating the confined room she stands in. Daring has had her share of puzzles over the years, but this temple's elaborate layout is proving to be too much for her. Pitfalls, lava spills, blade pendulums, she would gladly take all three of them at once if it meant that she didn't have to step on another telepad. Every room has a unique layout with at least five pads to choose from, but they're starting to blend together to Daring. It's futile to leave an insignia either, as the room magically resets itself when she leaves. After a heavy groan, Daring recollected her determination and tried another panel. Her location shifted and she now stood at the temple's entrance, "...water temples. ...mere foalsplay."
The PotionAuthor's Note October 2021 ...I don't know how I come up with these concepts. Drink This The Potion Welcome back. You're just in time, the midori goop is boiling and it was beginning to talk to me, so let's pick up where we left off before it starts singing. Now the secret to potion making is the ingredient's origin. Eyes are a perfect example, and we'll be putting in four eyes taken from a spider. No newt peepers, we're going for a diet on this one. Sides, the little guy had it coming, should've thought twice before hiding in the shower. Into the cauldron. Now stir the eyes for a moment, but don't stare at them directly. You're judging the concoction, don't let it judge you. When the eyes deteriorate, scoop some goop into a vial. And there you have it, a potion for glowing eyes for your Nightmare Night treating. Come back next time and I'll show you how to make the perfect potion for bat wings.
An Inconvenient ParadoxAuthor's Note November 2021 There where a few contest a while back that I participated in that involved the use of a monster mare of my own design. I made a detective story about a mushroom mare, and she was again used in the proceeding contest in the form of a sequel. People liked it, and when talk about a third contest was being made, I was already preparing for it. However, the contest died and many of the concepts are left unused, such as the cover art that I specifically made for the story... So I thought, why not use some of the ideas I had for it this month. After all, I can't think of a better prompt that best describes this opposing character. The Blue Flame of Thievery An Inconvenient Paradox "What does that one say, Truffles?" Tricklebrook points a hoof at the bulletin article. "Hmm... it's a request to prevent an upcoming... robbery? 'A declaration made by the notorious thief, Nilafia, was made earlier today upon Lord Beaumont, stating that tonight, she'll be acquiring the jewel rose he possesses.' It goes on saying rewards for Nilafia's capture and how to get to Beaumont's castle from there." "Reward... Hey! Why don't we go get Nilafia first before she can steal that flower? You're good at finding creatures, right?" "Detective work will do little good with that monster mare. She's crafty with her tactics, an expert at being discreet when she wants to be, and is completely uncatchable." "Sounds to me like you're scared," Brook mocks. "I'm stating facts. Nilafia is a Teumessian, a creature that's incapable of being caught. What can there be done to her thieving ways with that advantage?"
Break the Rules!Author's Note January 2022 ...well, I did think of this concept last month that I would love to get out somehow. ...and there just so happens to be a rule for it! It's an old wives' tale, but... Living the Dream Break the Rules! With the spotlight on her and after many fierce rounds of sorcery, Starlight wins the title of spell bee champion. She squeezes her trophy close to her, listening to the crowd as they rain her name. "Star-light!" "Star-light!" "STAR-LIGHT!" Her eyes adjust and registers a goldfish flying by her. Starlight jerks under the light of the moon, taking in the hectic state of the castle's library. Books are coughing up text, chairs are beating on the tables, and the rug is doing the worm. She leans back and notices that she's hugging a waste bin. "Bout time!" She looks down and sees a purse talking to her, opening and closing as it speaks in a familiar tone. "...Landau bag...am I asleep?" "Hardly, you're finally awake! And it's me, Spike!" The waste bin slides out of her grip, "I... I don't understand. What in Equestria happened around here?" "You were sleepcasting."
Myth and LegendAuthor's Note March 2022 These monthly entries are starting to feel vaguely familiar somehow. I can't quite place my finger on it, but it's starting to feel like we're sitting around a campfire, telling stories that captivate the mind in various ways. With the theme of myth and legend, one can't help but feel an eerie sensation in the air that could beg the question, 'Are You Afraid of the Dark?'. Hmm... probably just my imagination. Submitted for the approval of The Flashfic Society, I call this story... Love Bites Myth and Legend "Geeennaaaa!!!" Gena turns an insouciant look at the changeling rushing to her with fear in her eyes. She takes the impact as Elytra tightly embraces her. "You remember that stallion I've been flaunting on, the one I've been trying to ripen before feasting on his love?" "What did he do?" "He... he... he asked me what my favorite color was." Gena gasps, "You're kidding me. Didn't he like your disguise?" "He didn't care at all! He only wanted to get to know me!!" "A sensitive male? I thought they were only a myth!!!" "It was awful, it felt like he was trying to latch onto my heart and steal it away from me, so I ran back here as fast as I could." Elytra begins to sob into Gena's shoulder, receiving comforting strokes along her back, "I guess this is why mother told us not to play with our food."
Just This OnceAuthor's Note May 2022 Oh boy, this prompt sounds like the start of an addiction. Bold or Foolish? Just This Once The sound of ringing ends upon hearing his voice, "Hello?" "N-N-Noteworthy?" she stutters, "It's me, Oc-Octavia. I was wondering if we could possibly go on... o-on a... d-d-date." "R... really?" his voice sounded surprised, "Like a boyfriend/girlfriend kind of date?" "Y-y-yeah." "I never expected you would see me that way. Alright, what time?" Octavia makes a quick shiver. She covers the phone's mouthpiece, "VINYL!!" and glares back at her friend, "You kept saying that he wasn't into girls. You kept pressuring me into calling him. You kept suggesting that asking him out on a date would prove it. So now that he said yes, what now? WHAT IN MOZART'S CLARINET QUINTET AM I SUPPOSE TO DO NOW!?" Vinyl keeps a straight face, staring at her frantic friend through her shade glasses. She addresses the issue with gentle care, by clenching a nob on her headphone and raising the volume.
PrideAuthor's Note June 2022 Well, I wasn't expecting the 'almighty one' to enjoy my entry from last month. Honestly, I only wrote it to get into character for a story that involved Octavia during the same month. Maybe I should do it again for this month. ...and I know just the guy to use. Prometheus Pride The head of the naginata flew off as Genji Spirit slid back, He glared at Ahuizotl, "Not many are capable of breaking a minotaur's weapon." Ahuizotl stomped past his incapacitated acolytes, "And not many are foolish enough to use catnip on my followers. Surrender the Forgotten Blade!" "Finders keepers!" Ahuizotl lunged at Genji as he swung what's left of his naginata. Ahuizotl was flung, but the hand on his tail gripped Genji's horn and pinned down the minotaur. Genji grunted, "There's one thing a minotaur always keeps," his ring flashed and a lit bomb appeared in his hand, "HIS PRIDE!" Shocked, Ahuizotl jumped back as the bomb exploded, engulfing Genji in a black cloud with a loud bang. The cloud faded away, displaying no remains of a body to the Aztec. "Ow!" To the faint sound in the distant, Ahuizotl saw the bovine running away after stubbing his hoof, "COW-ARD!"
I didn’t think the leopards would eat MY face!Author's Note July 2022 Because of an incident, I think it would be best if I didn't use the same setup like I did with the original post. You ain't missing out on anything special. It's just pish posh. The Past was Magical I didn’t think the leopards would eat MY face! "So you see, a unicorn's horn is in contact with its owner's cerebral cortex. With their brainwaves, they're capable of emitting their magic from their horn in a fashion similar to radar, resulting with telekinesis, energy shots, and many other spells." Lemon Hearts focused on Shoeshine, laying on top of the operation table, "Following me?" "I am, but how will knowing this explain the process of turning me into a unicorn?" "Somepony passed away recently, and she just so happened to be a donor. I was able to get my hooves on her horn, and with that, I'll fuse the bone with your forehead." "Through magic?" "Guess again," as she put on a mask. Shoeshine gulped, "...surgery." "You gotta keep in mind that nopony has ever done this before. But, through my studies, I've found a method." Lemon approached with a tool in aura, "Have you ever heard about 'Trepanning'?"
I hardly know herAuthor's Note August 2022 One of my favorite symbolisms is the one where a man is holding an apple in the palm of their hand. Apples imply a sense of wisdom or intelligence, and it being in the hand of a man indicates that we possess such a ability. But much like with grapes, apples have a unique way of making 'sages' out of us. Ganav I hardly know her "I like *hic* your hat, Applejack. You might ask, 'Why, Twilight?' Because i*hic*t shows that you're strong. In some cultures, ponies carry a jug of water on their heads, but you *hic*, you carry ten gallons on yours," Twilight chuckles with a snort, "how it that possible?" "Somepony can't hold their cider." "Oh Apple*hic*jack, you're such a silly pony. You sound just like *hic* like Rainbow Dash. Say... say, 'twenty percent cooler'." "Twi, give me the mug." "Now listen here, Applejack and Applejack, I am not dru*hic* wast*hic* hamm*hic* pick*hic* intoxicate*hic* drunk," Twilight gulps down the rest of her cider, "four eye've tastud thu fwoot ov nooleige!" she smacks her lips, "...it's bitter." As Twilight begins to teeter, Applejack catches her as she flops off her hooves, "Come on, let's get you home." "But Applejack said *hic* I could come along." "Well Applejack says to get some rest!" "...who's Applejack?"
The Feeling's New to MeAuthor's Note October 2022 Shh... my stories are on. *Electric Organ* The Feeling's New to Me Next time on a very special episode of Galloping Hearts. "Get ahold of yourself, Rainbow Dash. That was just the cider talking. You are not in love with Zephyr Breeze!" "I can't hide it anymore, Rumble. I'm in love with yo-" "Shh... I love you too, Scootaloo." "No, I'm in love with your brother!" "Macintosh, we must talk. I, Rarity, am pregnant, and you're the father." "But we only interacted once, and that was only me answering a question of yours." "But it was such a sexy word. You remember it, right?" "Eeyup." "Oh! Double pregnant!" "Moondancer? Why are you here?" "I'm here to make sure you end up with Prince Blueblood, Twilight Sparkle." "Him?! I would never be with a stallion like... like him." "You will be." "And what makes you so certain?" "Because I'm your daughter from the future!" Don't miss the next episode of Galloping Hearts.
Skintight BodysuitAuthor's Note November 2022 The prompt is Skintight Bodysuit, ...and it's November. ...naughty-naughty. Living Proof Skintight Bodysuit "'Absence makes the heart grow fonder.' That was the adage your mother and I went with as we parted ways. It held truth to it, holding on to the past is just like her, but I should've noticed the flaw in those words the moment I stepped on land. Our heritage may have captivated me, but my attention has always focused on the future. I wanted your mother to experience it with me, but she's too drawn to the sea to part ways from it. Our worlds keep drifting away from one another with each passing day, and at this point, I feel that we're too engrossed in them that the question often comes to my mind, 'Was there any love between us?' So, I'm going to live my life as a hippogriff and your mother will live hers as a seapony. I hope you and your sister understand, Terramar."
A Terrible Day to Have EyesAuthor's Note December 2022 Ugh, I can't think of anything for this month. I'll just enter another portion intended for Final Filly Fantasy again and call it a month. ~Days Pass~ You there, Judge! What day is this? ...the day before judgement day! I haven't missed it. The Muses have done it all in one night. They can do anything they like. Of course they can. Of course they... I gotta get going! Hum-baka A Terrible Day to Have Eyes Gazing at the boy from afar, she's too compelled to turn away from his visage. The decorative lights that shine through the falling snow cast a dazzling field over him she never thought possible. The way his face shines as he laughs with his friends tugs her to move closer, but she can't find any feeling in her legs to get her to approach. She begins to lose herself in those enticing eyes of his, easing her mind amongst the stars that twinkle within them. Grandeur thoughts of the times they could have together fuel the drumming of her heart, beating ever faster, ever louder at pressuring her into- "Are you okay, Rainbow Dash?" a concerned Fluttershy asks, "Your face is turning red." Frazzled, Rainbow Dash breaks contact, "J-just cold, that's all." Pulling her scarf over her cheeks, she fights to keep her eyes from returning back towards Zephyr Breeze.
Multiversal MayhemAuthor's Note March 2023 So many possibilities and practically none of them are usable. There's a reason why I stick to Crossovers, but I've learned other ways of grabbing attention. Total Distortion Multiversal Mayhem Amongst the crowd, Applejack reached out, "Twili-" The twilight turned a knife at the mare, giving off a terrifying glare, "It's Nightfall." Applejack cautiously moved back and bumped a pony, nearly toppling her over, "Sorry." "It's alright, my foal," the twilight straightened her coif, "Sister Sparkle will always forgive accidents." Applejack felt a sniffing nose and recoiled to find a twilight, panting and smiling at her, "You're joking..." "I'm Twilight Barkle!" she licked Applejack's cheek. Applejack made distance, wiping her face until, "Applejack!" turning at her name and encountering her Twilight. "Twilight!? Where-" "I don't know! I just woke up and there they were!" "Are they somehow your personalities?" Deadpanned, Twilight directs attention to Barkle. "...noted. Well maybe they're from another dimension?" "It's worse. Because I'm a Princess, I've been receiving disturbing information that matches the description of these doppelgangers to a T. Applejack, these twilights are from fanfictions."
carouselAuthor's Note May 2023 In the words of a little boy who wears a giant mouth retainer... 'Somebody get me off this merry go round called life!' The Rule of Two carousel "AI?" "Yup, I'm the pony that created artificial intelligence. Never thought you'd be drinking with somepony so famous, huh?" "Artificial intelligence... nope. As a pony that lives off the land, I can't say I'm familiar with it." "Envision a tool, a pocket knife, and you're carving wood to make a wooden horse. Now imagine that knife moving independently, making dozens of horses with their own flaws and features, only getting better with each model." "Sounds like it's just the beginning." "And ever. We're attempting to create something in our own image to install this in." "...horrifying." "What? But it'll follow you, serve you, obey you." "Then it'll ignore you, deny you, confront you." "That'll never happen. We made them, even if they gained an independent will and rebelled against us, we can just as easily destroy them." "Peh..." "...what about you, Wild Heart? What's your greatest accomplishment?" "I killed God."
★ A Unique ExperimentAuthor's Note June 2023 A while back, I saw a ghost hunting show which name escapes me. They made it sound threatening at first about a vicious ghost attacking this woman and her 4-year-old daughter (they would not let up on stating her age), and over the course of the episode, this malicious ghost seemed more like an attempt of this woman wanting attention. Nevertheless, the woman stated that this ghost attacked her daughter and even left markings on her, yet she still kept this little girl in this house. I'm not a parent, but I think every parent will agree with me when I say that I would get her out of the house immediately until this poltergeist was out of there. The investigation team had a one on one with the little girl who seemed indifferent at being there, and they didn't really do much to consult her. I really wish they would've upped their game and be the supporting adults that could keep this girl's spirit up. And that's when I saw it, the answer that was needed, imprinted right on her shirt. A picture of Rainbow Dash. I knew exactly what this girl needed, a story about Rainbow Dash, being told in a way she would understand. Rainbow Dash and the Mean Old Ghost ★ A Unique Experiment There once lived a pegasus named Rainbow Dash. She was very brave, and never gave up on herself for anything, no matter how hard it may seem. One day, she encountered a ghost. A mean ghost that pushed and scratched her before it vanished, only to return the next day to do it again. Rainbow Dash didn't like the ghost hurting and picking on her everyday. She fought back with kicks and bites, but nothing seemed to work. It seemed like she was going to be bullied by this ghost forever, until she decided to yell, "I'M NOT AFRAID OF YOU! GO AWAY AND LEAVE ME ALONE!" The ghost fell back, frightened how one so little could be so brave. The ghost fled in fear, and Rainbow Dash was never bullied by the ghost again.
Pure EvilAuthor's Note July 2023 I've talked about the Final Fantasy crossover I've been writing about a few times in these monthly entries for a while now and made mention of the antagonist, Sol, during those times. He's like an anti-villain Sephiroth that placed all of his sword training into magic casting, a mirror comparison to Tempest Shadow that's lost in his own ambitions, incapable of seeing life as anything but a painful journey that's forced upon us. I often envision his character and construct his lines despite my attempt to focus on the current chapter I'm on. I can't wait to go into deeper detail about him in the story, but before I can do that, I need to address the other antagonist first. While Sol plays as the elusive villain that'll bring the story to a close, the main focus is on a business Burmecian that's pretty much the root of everything. His name is Yimeck, and the best way to describe him is that he's Donald Trump in a Mickey Mouse costume, but he possesses the brain that Trump likes to assume he has and isn't self-conscious on showing his remorseless side to get his way. I'm trying to make him a despicable ableist that follows a code of dominance no matter the expenses, but I'm concerned that I may be creating a character that doesn't connect with the audience, one that we enjoy to hate. Is he a character with villain traits, or a villain with little character? I don't have a lot of detail about him, and the only line I've written of his is... "There's only one resource that terrifies the competition, whips the defiant, and mesmerizes the consumers. Magic." So I'd like to take this month and test him out for everyone to give their own opinion on him. And before I start, I'd like to state one fun fact. The last line in the story, it's a phrase Fred Trump drilled into his son. Tell me that it doesn't describe Donald to a 'T'. Yimeck's Gimmick Pure Evil "Magic is like a violin's bow, drag it on the string of lives and they sing. Done right, and creatures skip to the fiddle. And as the founder of the Magick Kingdom Corporation, I will always be the winner. Praised, assisted, and proven as winner. Right, captain?" Shining jerked his restraints, incapable of escaping them, "I wouldn't call the obliteration of your city a win." "A needed setback." "Needed? You mean you knew the danger?! How could you just leave the lives under your care inside a deathtrap?!?!" "Because I will not let a gimp be this company's downfall! I'd sacrifice anyone and profit wouldn't change." "Even your son?" "Someone had to go in my place. I'll have another." Shining's daughter flickered in his mind, recalling all the times he saw her irreplaceable smile, "...you're a monster." "Nature has two roles. You either play as the loser, or the killer."
UnderratedAuthor's Note August 2023 I had a real difficult time coming up with a story this month, but luckily, I'm often haunted by memories in my life to take some inspiration from. Alloquy Underrated "The pancakes are ready, everypony," placing the cakes on the table, Sunny sits down with her friends to join them for the meal, "It's great to finally spend some quality time together with each other. It almost feels like we never converse in engaging topics about our lives. Know what I mean, Hitch?" Preoccupied, Hitch doesn't answer as he's too focused on the article he's reading on his phone. "Heh, always staying informed it seems, right Izzy?" Izzy doesn't respond either as she's honed only on painting the image in her phone. "Uh, Pipp?" Pipp gives a 'like' on the video she's watching. "Zipp?" Zipp double taps the puzzle game she's playing. "...Sparky?" And Sparky is enjoying the fish in an aquarium app. They were all on their phones, too engrossed into their cyber worlds to hear Sunny or witness her sardonic expression, "Normare Rockwell, if you were alive today."
They're Revolting!Author's Note October 2023 Perhaps it's because I just turned 34, but... Today's Generation They're Revolting! Pipp bursts in and slams the doors. Frantically searching, she starts barricading the doors with whatever she can find in the lighthouse. The pedestal, the table, Sunny Starscout, the couch. "Pipp, what's wrong?" "Oh, it's nothing, Sunny." she gives an exhausted, forced smile after pushing in the bed. *Boom!* The lighthouse's doors rattle, getting Pipp to push against the blockade, "I might've angered a few ponies with a comment." *Boom!* "...a lot of ponies." "How'd you manage that?" "A miswording. You know I love Maretime Bay, right? But home is also something special to me. Well I said, 'Maretime Bay isn't as great as Zephyr Heights.' it resulted with a riot of snowflakes." "Wha... for something like that?" *Boom!* "I'll talk to them." "No! That's suicide! Snowflakes may be pushovers alone, but together, their coldhearted hatred will bury you alive, frozen!" *Boom!* "CAN'T ALL OF YOU TURN TO GOTH MUSIC?"
And Some Pain TooAuthor's Note December 2023 This month, I was given 250 words to work with, making this month a very special. So I should, in turn, do the same with this clever idea that I deeply enjoy. Sorry in advance, Sunny. A Running Toxic Gag And Some Pain Too "I fold here, and..." Izzy levitates a paper airplane, "TA-DA!" The paper airplane immediately explodes. The sight of the falling pieces of paper causes Izzy to sob into her hooves, "Why does this keep happening with everything I make?" "Don't... worry... Izzy..." Hitch pats Izzy as slowly as he talks, "we'll... fix... this..." "I hope so," Pipp muffles, "the Pippsqueaks are expecting a facial appearance soon." "There, there," Sunny comforts without any issues of her own, "have some confidence, Pimple." "I kno- wait! What?!" "...Pipp! I meant 'Pipp'!!" "I FOUND the cause!" Zipp declares with a sudden screech in her voice. "And?" "Ask the PERFUME expert." Everyone turns to the pink pegasus with the paper bag over her head, "...I don't need eyeholes to know that you're all staring at me." "It's thanks to a FLOWER called 'Poison Joke'. Upon CONTACT, the flower induces VARIOUS effects on the individual that FALTERS a trait about them." Sunny contorts her eyebrows, "I don't get it." "It takes something SPECIAL about you and messes with it. Like how I can be SNEAKY and stealthy, yet now I'm a LOUD mouth. Hitch is a STALLION of action, but NOW he's all slowed down like." "I get that, but what about me? I was the first one to be sprayed by the perfume of Poison Joke, but I'm perfectly fine. So why is that?" Everyone else looks at each other with awkward expressions on their faces. "...!" it dawns on Sunny, "Oh I hate this plant!"
Cue the Fireworks!Author's Note January 2024 I've always had a love for the magical, medieval fantasies. They tend to play out the same way, but there's so much passion being placed in them. Constructing a functional society, showing entirely new concepts for creatures and challenges, even the characters who're bold and devoted are put to the test in some tight scenarios. Recently, I've been getting into Record of Lodoss War, and it's not any different from many traditional takes on the subject, but... just once... I wish these stories did more than just have the heroes gawking during those climatic moments of peril. You Say Gallop Cue the Fireworks! Opaline laughs as Twilight's tattered body skids across the floor. She points her illuminating horn at the unconscious princess, but hastefully shifts to a barrier for the divebombing Dash. She snarks at Dash shoving her forcefield, "Back for more? My, how we never learn." "I hate losing. Know the difference!" "Ha!" Opaline springs Dash off with the pulse of her magic. She comes back and Opaline smacks her down with the flap of her wings, "Don't talk to me about differences, little pony." Dash slides back on her hooves, slowing herself and glaring at Opaline as she floats in the air. "I am an almighty alicorn, reigning power that far exceeds all of Equestria. Confronting me only postpones my will and forfeits your meager life. Take your meaningless pride and scurry back to the crack you crawled from." "No," Dash shifts a hoof back, tapping Twilight, "I'm not losing her!"
Knock It OffAuthor's Note April 2024 This is something that my own has threatened to do to me. Do As You're Shoved! Knock It Off Rippling sunlight along the silk dress on display, thoughts of the upcoming hoedown begin to envelop Applejack. She feels a tingle on her shoulder and gyrates it out. "Hmm... it's too sissy." Pressure on her shoulder causes Applejack to brush a hoof along it. "Ahl just wear mah hat there." Applejack nearly jumps out of her fur upon feeling a slap hitting her on the plot. "Alright!" she turns back and gives a glare at no body, "You win, ahl wear the stinkin' dress to the hoedown." Applejack huffs. It was nice reuniting with her at first, but now she's been making up for lost time on everything. Eating, associating, dressing, but she's a grown mare now that can lead her own life. Turning to the dress, Applejack envisions herself in it. It is quite pretty, and to wear it... Applejack smiles bittersweetly, "Even in death, you're still motherin' me."
★ In The GardenAuthor's Note May 2024 In The Garden... that sounds like it would be the title for a painting. Take a Minuetto ★ In The Garden This piece is truly a work of art. At first glance, one would see a young maiden, princess perhaps by her ornament, who happens to be scorned over something during a stroll in the garden. While depicting nobility is either formal or scandalous, this depiction tells of a deeper tale. Note the spot where the filly stands, how the soil cracks with a peculiar absent of grass beneath her hooves. It's as if she was emitting her negative essence upon her own land, drying up the life with each word that's projected through her voice. It's as if the artist were saying that we were the rabbit, befuddled by the rambling of the higher class that's distracting us from the corruption that they know not they're bringing to the garden which we live in. Absolutely chilling.
LeftoverAuthor's Note June 2024 What with the issue of trying to gain a job, I'd be lying if I said that I've been making attempts to finishing Final Filly Fantasy. Even if my statements of it running through my mind from time to time are truthful, it doesn't reinforce the hope as quick than its crumbling. I myself feel like I can't recapture the vibe I left it off on, but I just can't flip between priorities with my complete focus on things so easily. Still, I do want to finish it, so I'm going to be submitting another portion of the story again for this month. There's spoilers, but I'd be surprised if you've been focused on the story long enough to care. You likely even forgotten about the theater play that Tempest starred in by now. Now this does have 300 words... but screw the rules, I have ineligibility. Etiolate Leftover Twilight glances at the floating castle from the guestroom's window, "While you were unconscious, Sol has been stalking the land and stealing everyone's magic. We can't figure out his method for tracking, but he's finding us with the use of self-made portals that connect straight to the castle. With no creature capable of flight, we've been trying to use air balloons to reach up there, but Sol's been striking them down with wind and lightning before we can get anywhere close to him." Tempest looks past her necklace and down at the bedsheets she woke up under, recalling how helpless she was in Sol's aura and the melancholy feeling she felt as he casually tossed her off the fortress. Drearily, Twilight sighs, "Hiding away in the clouds with powers that are far beyond anypony's understanding, aware of everyone's locations to halt us from approaching him, and only choosing to watch us wither away as we struggle to survive by resorting to drastic acts of sacrifice. It truly feels like were fighting against an omnipotent god under these circumstances. If anyone managed to avoid at getting their magic stolen that night, Sol has likely met up with them by now. He possesses everyone's magic up there, making hope feel like a bittersweet afterthought for everyone." "...no, ...not all of it," a spark snaps from Tempest's horn, "Sol never managed to take away my magic." The sight refracts off of Twilight in a renewed vigor, "That's, that's great news! If we have at least this much, then there might still be a chance to turn this around and get back everyone's magic." "Right," Tempest scuffs tristfully at herself, "the last bit of magic that can stand up to fight for Equestria; belongs to a broken horned unicorn that can barely manage two spells."
SeasideAuthor's Note July 2024 Boy, this is another tough one. I'm not really a beach kind of guy as I'm mostly landlocked. Maretime Bay seems like the way to go, but what can I do with the sandy shore? Hmm... I have an idea. It'll trail on, but I'm sure you can keep track of it. 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Syrupy SweetAuthor's Note August 2024 I'm so lonely! It Starts Early Syrupy Sweet "Aww, look at that," the elderly mare draws attention to a colt and filly resting on the park bench, sleeping while she uses his shoulder as a cushion and him using her head as a pillow, "They look adorable." "Yeah. It's a shame that the rain will be breaking up this moment pretty soon." "Let's leave them be." As the pair of seniors continue their walk through the park, the exhausted colt lifts his eyes open a shade, "Hear that? It'll be raining soon." "It's about time," the filly whispers, groggy as she shifts her weight on him, "I'm starting to get a little sore from being stuck like this." "Hope that teaches you to think twice before touching anyone after eating pancakes drenched in maple syrup." "..." she nuzzles into his shoulder, whiffing in his scent before letting out a blissful sigh, "...I'm a girl that never learns her lesson."
That Last Lingering Shred of HopeAuthor's Note November 2024 I find crossovers that tackle hot media to be very unappealing. They have a few ideas that work, but they usually don't have a direction in mind, which often leads them to write themselves into a corner, resort to reenact a segment almost word for word, or to simply drop the story altogether. They hardly place any forethought on how to blend the source materials and overlook comparable themes they could touch on. I remember somebody using Izuku Midoriya and Tempest Shadow to play out a "You're being used" scene with Tempest being a blind follower to the Storm King. However, I saw that Tempest would've acted differently if I was at the keyboard. Would've tied in with Midoriya's quirklessness. Motivation That Last Lingering Shred of Hope An abrupt sway causes Twilight to rebalance herself inside of the suspended cage, "You're doing all of this to get your horn back?" "The Storm King said he'll return it if I deliver him the kingdom and princesses." "If he wanted success, he'd given you a new horn before the invasion." Tempest avoids eye contact. "He's using you. He has no intention of fixing your horn." "...he likely is," Tempest agrees without a shift in her expression, "I'm just taking his hollow words like a gullible consumer, but after the many failed leads at restoring my horn, the spanning years that drained away my optimism, and the continuing struggle that whittles away at my confidence with each impaired challenge, believing in his words is the only thing that's tying me to meet the next day." "You don't mean that." "When you lose all meaning, you cling onto anything that's promising."
Low ResolutionAuthor's Note January 2025 Well, there was one idea I recently came up with that would fall under the prompt in a more visual sense. I'd have to break characters and bring back an old fan perspective from the earlier days of the franchise in order to tell this concept, but it's an idea that I really like as I never seen it touch upon before. Just what themes can it explore? What lessons will it teach us? And what method would be the best choice to forever stand as the leading pole for others to imitate? It's at times like these where I hate that I'm indecisive. A Yandere's Worst Enemy Low Resolution After the hemato stain left from the last harlot, I strut up to my beloved with an enchanting, new dress. I spin into the room, "Hi, Cheesy." But͟ he͝'ś ͢ignor̴i̛ng me. Seeing his earbuds, I lean into his line of site, "Whatcha doin'?" "Pinkie!" he stumbles back in surprise; he's so cute, "I was just listening to a pop idol." "Is that's so. He must be pretty good." "She is." S͝H̀E̢!͢?!? "...oh ...who is ...she?" "Her name is Reko Fate. She's a digital program." "Then why is she defined as a 'she'?" "Because of the design of her hologram." Th͠i͏s͡ hom̛e̴wr̶eckér!̧! I vision how to eradicate this digital witch. This hologram floosy deserves to be stabbed... wait, um... maybe I can get the programmers... but the files... I could delete them... yet the floating fanart... and the copyright owners who can order more. ...JUST ͡HƠW̴ DO I͞ ͜KI͜LL̕ T̛H̵IS̛ THI͝NG?̴
Rising StarAuthor's Note October 2020 ♪ Na na~ nanananana~ na~ na~ na~, na~ na~ nana~ na~ ♪ ♫ Na na~ nanananana~ na~ na~ na~, na~ na~ nana~ na~ ♫ 🎵 NANA-NANANANANA-NA-NA-NA, NA-NA-NANA-NA- 🎵 🎶 Na na~ nanananana~ na~ na~ na~, na~ na~ nana~ na~ na~ na~ na~ na~ 🎶 ...that is your clue for how I thought up the title for this flashfic. Lonely Rolling Stone Rising Star “You can't be serious. Isn't there anything that'll change your mind?” “When Mom passed away, all of us were in a glum state for months. Ah was still a youngen then, but ah got the idea that playing the guitar would solve everything. Mom always could get our spirits up from her music, and ah practice till ah could too. That's all ah wanted from this, to play for my family, not this superstar lifestyle," “We were going to perform across Equestria together.” “Ah'm sorry Rara, but these past few weeks have shown how much strength they give me, so ah'm hanging up my hat as being Apple Chord." Applejack gives Rara a brief hug, "Don't let this damper you none. You got this glamour life down, so live your dream." Rara makes a lamenting sigh as Applejack gallops away, "It's not much of a dream, when you're performing solo."
It's a Gift!Author's Note December 2021 In my philosophy, gifts and curses tend to work as one. Discipline It's a Gift! "Your academic level is quite impressive for a filly your age, but..." Twilight studies the sole pony across the desk, "that doesn't give way for you to be here without your parents. They should be present if you're planning to enroll here, Cozy Glow." "It's okay, they're invested in too many things to come." "More invested than their daughter's future?" "They're a bit neglecting. I may've had to crack down at attending toward my own needs, but it allowed me to mature much faster because of that. I'm completely independent because of them, something every foal dreams of having. Lucky me, right?" Concern befalls Twilight, "She has no true parental figures in her growth? No one to teach her about kindness and mercy, right from wrong, or the joy and comfort amongst love ones? Her intelligent umbrellas those missing stages. Hopefully, the School of Friendship might fill in those parts."
BureaucracyAuthor's Note February 2022 Oh Amereep, you're really in for it this time. Political stuff is just something I can't grasp if my life depended on it. If I'm not mistaken, bureaucracy is a process of order, so how can something in order be so confusing? Royal Matters Bureaucracy "It's fine the way it is." "Huh, huh, huh." "Then thou are blind." "Huh, huh, huh." "For keeping up tradition?" "Huh, huh, huh." "Times have changed, sister." "Huh, huh, gulp, huh." "This is coming from somepony who still uses the word, 'thou'?" "Huh, huh, huh." "Thou just... you're just interested in yourself again." "Huh, huh, huh." "Daylight saving time is intended to give more hours to the day, not to me." "HUH, huh, huh." "Sure, and that last pudding cup was eaten because you needed room." "Huh, it was there for weeks, huh." "I did." "Huh, huh, huh." "Sure, fatty." "OKAY, STOP!" "This sisterly quarrel needs to stop!" Celestia turns away. Luna simply huffs. "I just need, a yah or nah, huh, on this law." "..." "..." "Can't you two agree, huh, on something?" Celestia glances to Luna. Luna peers at Celestia. The two turn to the messenger. "Give it to Twilight."
Here's the PlanAuthor's Note February 2024 In the month of ~~depression~~ love, and my sister is no longer using holidays to see her boyfriend, but now just the two day weekends. Ever feel like something ~~terrible~~ wonderful is just about to happen? The Constructs of Relationships Here's the Plan "After the movie, head to the diner down the street. Make sure it's the second diner, the first one has bad reviews and would likely ruin the evening. I suggest distracting him as you go by it by flipping your hair or batting your eyelashes." "This planning isn't necessary." "Isn't necessary!? Sunset, who's the Queen of Planning around here? "For parties, but this is a date." "Rutabaga, onion, same thing." "Pinkie, a date is meant to be casual. Nothing fancy, nothing romantic, just a period of spending time together. Where it goes is anyone's guess, but trying to impress someone will result in complete disappointment. Honestly, I feel like I'm the maturest one amongst everyone sometimes." "Well... if things happen to get steamy between you two, make sure he at least wears this." "...Pinkie, ...this is a latex glove." "Don't let it tempt you. Handholding is meant to be sacred!"
The HauntingAuthor's Note April 2022 Oh cruelest of fate, why have thou placed me in this spot? Our new substitute judge is in fact one of my competitors for another competition. What chance do I have at winning this month when I'm going to be winning the other competition? Brash, you say? How can I not be when my entry is about a magician and a rabbit, they go together like peanut butter and jelly. I even placed research into it... ...and I discovered something interesting... Baby Blue The Haunting Trixie leaves the stage in excessive hubris. She turns to the stallion performing next, "Sorry, but I've stolen the show." "My experience will get them soon enough," he displays his own pride, "but I have to ask, where'd you learn the trade?" "Self-taught." "That makes us similar." "It was mainly intended to cheer up my mother. Being a single parent, she was often under a lot of stress. She had a fondness for watching magic, so performing for her brought a smile to her fa-..." "...face?" "...I'm just realizing... now through older eyes... she was smiling... but... but she looked like she was on the verge of tears... and also said... 'You're a spinning image of him.'" The sound of another applause pulls Trixie's attention. "Looks like you're up, Jackpot. ...Jackpot?" Trixie turns back, receiving a pale expression from the stallion. "What's wrong? You look like you're guilty of something."
Through the AgesAuthor's Note December 2017 Sure. Why not throw my hat into the ring as well? I could really use the publicity. Guess where I got the inspiration for this story. Day After Day Through the Ages Sunrise sunset. Sunrise sunset. It comes to a point where anypony would question if there's a point to this insanity. What possible joy can you get for being a princess of the sun? Cheerful I was, beaming with rays of enjoyment for others. I didn't need a colossal star to do that for me, just being there was enough to make their day shine. Wishing to brighten up everypony's day, I expanded my attempts through a different form. The sun was my answer and they enjoyed it, were grateful even, but something changed over time. They take my gesture for granted, not even noticing it anymore; too blinded by the light I cast for them. My orb shines, yet my desire has dimmed out. Why continue when no appreciation is given in return? My reasoning for doing this has no meaning behind it anymore. It's just sunrise and sunset now.
What You Leave BehindAuthor's Note March 2018 ...............I'm in that mood again. An Artist's Vision What You Leave Behind The life of an artist is not an easy one. Take me for instance, I simply promote my work for the public to enjoy. And yet ponies look at me as..... off. I love making portraits you see, and my latest was that of Celestia. She was happy to help and volunteered herself to make this chance come to be. Her pose exquisite. Her mane majestic. I captured everything about her perfectly with scarlet monochrome. I was anticipating blue, but I can't change what was given to me. I displayed my masterpiece for the public to admire, just looking at how they weep from the beauty brought me nothing but joy. However, I was soon incarcerated for my portrayal of the princess. Could they not see the sweat, tears, and blood that was put into it? Well......... at least they can admire the outcome I made of the fair pony.
No Time Like the PresentAuthor's Note April 2018 With a prompt like this, I have only one idea. However, I know little about this character other than what I can learn from my sister. But I think I have enough to incorporate it into the story. So without further adieu..... Alonze No Time Like the Present "It's so great to be back in Ponyville," the gray mare said as she stepped out of the vehicle. "We never left Ponyville, my friend." the stallion corrected. "But... but the city, a-and the snowy field, and the BIG lizards!" "We just simply use string theory and compressed it to pin a key point and connect the field that generated from it and shift over to the plane when we begin to decompress." The mare's eyes were spinning at trying to wrap around what she just heard, "We what again?" "To put it simple; we traveled through time." "We did?" she said in astonishment, "Wow, that was some magic spell." "It was science, my friend. A thrilling discovery in science that will revolution history of the 'then' and the 'will be'." "I'm just happy to my back in this time." "Quite right, there truly is no time like the present."
★ Now We're FriendsAuthor's Note June 2018 Mwahahaha. Witness a glimpse into my amazingly creative mind as I bestow upon you a story by which this site has never seen before. A story... Containing no words. It's All Up to Interpretation ★ Now We're Friends
The Most Important ThingsAuthor's Note August 2018 I've been thinking of an idea for a story for quite some time now that I really want to get out into the world. Problem is that it'll take a very long time (it'll take at least 15 chapters before I can reach the moral of the tale). So I'm going to rework the intended setup for it to make sense. Consider this a sneak preview for a future project as well as a bit of a spoiler (though I have my doubts that many of you would even care for the things I write about........... I'm getting in character ......sort of). What is a Unicorn? The Most Important Things The mare stares at the melancholy reflection of the train's window, lost in thought as her friend chatters forth. "...it'th like a mythtery bag, ya know. Jutht what wath that Ruthtico hiding?" "Grubber," she stares at the shattered feature of the image's forehead, ".....is there a reason to continue anymore?" He listens closely to her words. "A constant reminder that I'm already one hoof in the grave, that disfigurement is nothing but a sign of limitations on how I can't perform the simplest of tasks that others can." "Well actually, after theeing what other Unicornth can do, I think it'th a thymbol of thtrength." "....." "You went with a broken horn through motht of your life and lived fine without it fixed. How many unicornth do you think can live with a broken horn?" "....." she peered at him, letting the words sink in. "Now onto another important thing; Bundevara or Makmur?"
Dead or AliveAuthor's Note October 2018 I'm sure you might've noticed by now from me that I tend to break expectations every so often with these stories. I'm not an expert writer like a J. R. R. Tolkien or an Emily Dickinson, and I probably never will be. I just try to express something that's new, surprising, or was never even considered before. It usually might be an idea, but having a bachelor's degree in 'Media Arts and Animation,' I usually like to entertain people visually. Take for example the following story, I try to present it within all the limits I have at my disposal. While keeping in mind the eyes of everyone's perspective view, I try to incorporate my vision for all to appreciate the complexity I put into it, but this form of creativity might not work for everyone on so-ho-ho many levels. (Note: You might need to have the font format (found at the top right) to be set to 1.7 or less to view this properly.) Entry 94 Dead or Alive Day: 142 Weather: Cloudy Condition: Grim ``` It feels like that this is all a dream, Well, a nightmare to be blunt. With nothing much left and so little time to go on, I've been doing nothing but reflecting on my life with questions. Couldn't there have been another way to comfort her? Rabbits die just like the rest of us, so what compelled me to help? Simpothy? Friendship? Title? ....no, I don't deserve this title. I don't deserve these wings. Not after the monster I've created. Oryctolagus Myocardiumless, just what was I thinking? Of course this would happen and I would... get... infected. I I'm losing focus, If anypony stumbles upon this diary. PLEASE!!! Don't come looking for me! By the time you read this, I won't be the same pony as I am now. Just coside consider me as ded dead and iel i'l ``` ~~~~~$MMM~=+~~~~+=~~~~~~~~~?=~IMO~~~~~~~7~+8=~~~~=ONMO=~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~7+~~~ ~~~~~OM+~+MMMMO7MMMMO+~~~~~?N=MMI~~77~~?MI7M?~~~~MM87DI~~:=77~~~=+77~+Z~=MIM$~~~ ~~~~~~+MM=7M~~~~MM+~~~~~~~~~MMM7=MMMZMZZ8~+M~~~~~+8MMM~~NMMM7M+MMM8ZD?MO=M~M$~~~ ~~~~~~=~NI+MMMMN8MMMMM8~~~=~NM7~IM7~=MD8+=~M+~~~~?M==7MMMM~~?MNMO~:7MDINMM?M7~~~ ~~~~+OMMM$~NM=~~IM8~~~~~~~=~8M~~$MD~~M$=M8MN~~~~~~$MMMM+MM+~~M+MM=~+D?=+DO~M?~~~ ~~~~~~~+~~=NMMMM=MMMMOI~~~=MO~~~?+MMM$~~?7~~~~~~~~~~~~O=~ZMMM+~~DMMM~?=~+D~MI~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~::~~~~:~~~~~~~~~N~~~~:~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~=~~~~~~~~~~~::~~~
I didn't do it!Author's Note December 2018 Well here we are. A full year has past since I participated in these flashfics. ........but let's not go into past trauma and focus on the now. Let's see, what can I tell you about this story? I might be pushing my luck with this one, but the way I present it seems to fit in with the prompt. I do find the title very ironic though. Stitching It Together I didn't do it! Within the interior of the Carousel Boutique, the ever systematic Rarity is filling out request orders for her clients. "Would like something that can fit both a stallion and a mare." She packages an oriental attire. "Something that says 'Courageous Hero'," she levitates two tunics, "Shamrock or Cerulean? ............Shamrock," Rarity hummed on the next one, "Best formal dress." She began searching through piles of clothes, tossing aside garbs one by one. "Just where is it?" The sound of hoofsteps suddenly came tapping down the stairs and Rarity saw her sister passing by. "Sweetie Belle." "Y-yes?" her sister replied sounding antsy. "I'm having trouble finding something. Have you seen a yellow dress?" "DRESSwhatdressIdidn'tseeanydressbeenoutalldaywithmyfriendsdoingfriendshipstuffyupmeScootsandBloomdoingfriendshipstuffalldaybecausewe'refriendsandthat'swhatfriendsdoFRINDSHIPISMAGIC!!!!!!" Rarity looks at her sister with perusing eyes; completely bewildered at that startling speech of hers. She's tense and is looking everywhere else to avoid any eye contact. "..............gotta go." Sweetie states as she bolts out the door.
Ow! Where did that come from?Author's Note June 2019 *Sitting in a chair, resting on a elbow.* ............ *Tapping fingers on desk, feeling antipathy sink in.* ............ *Slowly takes a deep breath through nose before releasing it the same way.* ............ *Views this month's prompt.* Your guess is as good as mine. Life Ow! Where did that come from? In the beginning, there was nothing. An empty void of endless space. Then.... land formed. Though barren at first, a field of green spread over the surface. Within time, the plant life of many forms began to appear. Floral, fruit, vegetable, it all embraced the land. Beautiful as it was, the realm was soon met with disaster. The stars fell from the heavens and toppled the vegetation to mush. It rained bloody tears that splattered the ground crimson red. It started to darken and the sky itself fell with a violent impact into the land below. All that resided were being pressed between the two plains; as if God wished total destruction for his creation. And then, in a fierce shake, the world started hurdling into a BLACK HOLE! Whatcha got there, Spike? A lettuce, daffodil, tomato, and pickle sandwich; sprinkled with gems and ketchup. Tastes pretty good, want some?
Just the Two of UsAuthor's Note November 2023 After the buddy duo story I made last month, I should try and use them for this month's prompt. Accommodating Just the Two of Us The rain drums the roof, seeping inside the wooden structure. A water droplet drips on Tricklebrook and drenches her tiny frame. She shivers, chattering her teeth as fast as her fairy wings are buzzing, "This stump is a dump!!" "It's the perfect home for a mushroom mare such as myself." Truffles rebuts, "The moisture in here is at the ideal level to satisfy. Messaging the gills and smooths the scales on my cap. If your uninvited plot doesn't like it, there's the door you forced yourself through, ya parasite." Brook puffs her cheeks at Truffles, glaring intensely until she slowly gives a sly smile. She flies around and buries into Truffles' mane. Brook pops her head out, getting cozy in the hair strands under Truffles' cap, "There. Nice, dry, and warm." Truffles rubs her forehead, "The ophiocordycep makes it look so easy." "In Fernaglaze Forest, insect gives mushroom splitting headache."
A Dragon's HeartAuthor's Note July 2019 This theme. So many possibilities. But which one? Which one to choose? I could try the emotional one, it might please the overlord. But it could be cliche, and it ain't my style. I could try something romantic, it might work. But it's to be expected, and it's just plain cheesy. I could try going the educational approach, I can make up theories. But I'm suppose to tell a story, not a documentary. I could try making a comedy, I have no problem making those. But they never succeed, they're just LOLed. And I just keep thinking of that blasted movie. Stupid sexy fantasy. Dracio A Dragon's Heart "OW!" "QUIT STUBBING YOUR TOE, YA DORK!" yelled a voice down the hall. "How did she know that?" Spike asked the headmare of the school, Twilight. "Um.... Spike, have you ever consider girls around your age, or species for that matter? I heard from Ember that dragons have a special bond between them when one deeply cares for the other. They experience an emotional frequency which they can feel what the other is experiencing, such as pain. And they can be quite feral with teenage drakainas." "So a dragon with a crush on me can feel my pain?" "And more." "Really?" His cheeks flushed, "Like what?" *BANG* The door to the room slams open with a riled up Smolder clutching the frames. She glared at the drake with scornful eyes, but her heavy breathing and light blushing left the opposite impression. "Why did you think that during my heat cycle?"
A Change in the WindAuthor's Note November 2019 Once again, I'm stuck for an idea for a story. With a theme about 'change' and 'wind', I'm left with little option but to tell more about the planned Final Fantasy crossover story I want to make. You see, the story surrounds the theme of 'accepting' with four ponies as the main characters. Each member will have their own struggle, but the team will help form a balance with one another as they proceed through their journey. The team consists of... the Mystic Knight, Tempest Shadow. The Paladin, Shinning Armor. The Dragoon, Flash Sentry. And a rookie OC that doesn't really have a job class. Instead, I like to identify this guy to the team as being... The Spirit A Change in the Wind "That should do the trick. Now Wind, I want you to... Wind?" The maple abyssinian lifts up from his workbench and spots the summer-lime pegasus staring out the window. The feline nibbles on the wheatgrass in his mouth as he picks up an iron nut and flicks it at the daydreaming stallion to knock him back to reality. Wind snaps his sight back to the cat, "Sorry, Uncle Cider. Just.... thinking." Cider felt a heavy weight as he looks at Wind's missing left wing. "Well... perhaps this can help you focus." Cider carries and fasten a metallic wing on the young pony. Wind flaps the metal attachment, adjusting to the false limb. "It's not much, and it can't help you get airborne, but ol' Cider constructed something special." Cider presses a button on the wing and a journal forms into existence within the wing's grip, "It'll be useful, Second Wind."
A Near MissAuthor's Note January 2020 THIS PROMPT JUST RRRIIIINGS COMEDY! BUT no no, it's the feeeeelz that maketeth senpai happy. Bahawouldsay He loves jokes! Everyone loves jokes! 🌽 & 🧀 JOKES! Everyburdy seez that ya half-caloried Snacker Doodle! It's as clear as the digital sundial!! Haha HAHA HAHAHAHA!!!!!! ............... *sigh* This year is starting off swell. Hehe. S.H.T. A Near Miss [Target in sight] [Range: 30 hooves] [Wind: 0.7 MPH from a degree of 280o] [Bystanders in the immediate area. Proceed with caution.] [Approaching target...] [The target has spotted me! Switching to inconspicuous mode!] [...target is observing with no sudden movements. Proceeding with the plan.] [...target now within range.] [Ammo loaded] [Target locked on!] [....INITIATE!!] "Here it is!" His small hoof slapped the sheet of paper down on her desk, "Last night's homework! Finished and ready to be evaluated. Just for you, Miss Cheerilee." "Thank yo-" "And might I add," he flashed a smile her way, "you're looking lovely as usual." While the young colt wiggled his eyebrows up and down suggestively, the full grown mare had her brows evenly low in a peevish manner. With an uninterested tone, Cheerilee said, "Get back to your seat, First Base." [MISSION FAILED! OPERATION: 'SEDUCE HOT TEACHER' HAS FAILED!! FALLBACK!!! FALLBACK!!!]
So Long and GoodnightAuthor's Note April 2020 I'm gonna be honest, I was seriously planing to skip this month. I was more intent on finishing a story by the 10th because I had faith that I would be in the features section on the front page. It tied in with 'FF7 Remake' coming out that day and it was also my 7th anniversary since starting an account here on FIMfiction, but I guess I needed another 7 because it didn't get me front page. So I made something else to be disappointed about... ♪Lullaby♪ So Long and Goodnight You are so special, my little girl. One that's more priceless than diamonds and pearls. Oh you are so smart. My lovely sweet tart. I'll love you forever, my Heart. Your mother will quell. Your father repels. Stopping those that would cause harm to our belle. Our own work of art. The top of our charts. I'll love you forever, my Heart. As you learn and as you grow. The next thing that you'll know. A Princess you'll be. Just wait and you'll see. My dear sweet pony. But as for right now, the day is now done. Tomorrow we'll wake and then have lots more fun. Just like from the start. You will always be part. I'll love you forever, my Heart.
A Song I RememberAuthor's Note November 2020 A song? After the collection of rhymes I made for that story about an egotistical A-hole, I don't want to place the effort into making another series of rhymes. *sigh* Well, better ask the brain. Perhaps it could think up of something befitting for the prompt. Our brains, after all, are connected to our ancestors. Perhaps there's a song engraved in the subconscious part of my brain (you know, like how the 'Na-na na-na boo-boo' seems to be a preestablished taunt for kids). Well, Brain, watcha got? ................of course you would think that. Instinctive Rhythm A Song I Remember "I... I can't do it." "Oh fer Pete's Sake!" *BANG* The entire classroom flinches from Applejack slamming the door open. The students watch as the mare stomps her way over to the stand. "Alright fallers," Applejack yells, "listen up! Cause I'm only gonna say this once." Applejack glares at the assortment of young stallions, drakes, keythongs, and bulls. "You put yourself in, Then pull yourself out, Push on back in, And keep going all about. Yer doin' The Hokey Pokey as they moan and shout. And that's roughly what it's all about." Applejack marches back to the door where Twilight stands, mouth agape to what the mare just said. "Done," Applejack huffs to the incredulity-state Twilight. "I can't believe you butchered an innocent song just to teach adolescent boys sexual education." "That ain't nothin'," Applejack brushes her action aside, "You should see what ah can do with Red Ridin' Hood."
★ Drama QueenAuthor's Note April 2021 I was a bit of a Drama King back in the day, it was basically being emo without all the black. Blasé ★ Drama Queen Flurry Heart swings open the door to the dining hall. "WHY WAS I CURSED TO BE A PRINCESS?" In the room sits Shining Armor, reading the newspaper, and Princess Cadance, reading official documents. Both unresponsive to their daughter's cry. "It's always, 'Sign my book, Flurry!' or, 'Can we get a picture, Flurry?'" Heart folds her forehooves on the table and buries her face in them, "I just wanna have a day where I'm a regular girl like everypony else, to live and dream like them, but everypony just keeps making me the center of attention!" she whines. Shining and Cadance show no concern. "Well no more!" Flurry gallops for the door, "If they won't leave me alone, then I'll leave them! I'm going to stay in my room, FOREVER!!" Shining turns the newspaper, "To think, as a foal, she cried for attention." Cadance flips a document, "Not much has changed."
Animal AnticsAuthor's Note May 2021 I can tell you some stories about some of the rabbits that've been in the family. Crystal, the Netherland Dwarf, was a Tsundere that could squeeze through the bars of her cage. Cody, the Mini Rex, was the biggest rabbit out of everyone who was ironically owned by my youngest sibling. Icarus, the Jersey Wooly, was my rabbit and both of us reflected Fluttershy's and Angel's personality, but flipped around. There's also Cookie, Maple, and Ebony, but I didn't/haven't spent enough time around them to say much. Picking an event that has happened with them and telling them in a story for this month seems like the obvious choice, but I got something else in mind. This is something that happened to me one day after coming home from work. Seriously, everything in this story really happened down to the word. Mutualism Animal Antics *Chirp* Sunset paused, questioning the odds. She pulled away from the motor, completely amazed that the bird was perched on the broom's head. Gently lowering the broom, firmly gripping the handle's end, Sunset eyed the garage door and slowly went for it. She got stopped by her car's antenna, now noticing she ringed her arms around it. Sunset stiffened her left arm and struggled to support the broom one handed as she swung her right arm around the antenna. She gripped the teetering broom with both hands, astonished that the bird is still perched, arched forward to the new angle. Sunset breathed in and continued for the door. Sunset's eyes were on the bird. The bird's eyes were on Sunset. The neighbor's eyes were on them. Out on the driveway, the bird turned around. *Tweet chi* It flew off the broom and back to the sky. Sunset sighed, "You're welcome."
AnniversaryAuthor's Note July 2021 I've had this idea for a clever story on the backburner of my mind for a while now, but I'll never attempt on writing it as a full fledge story for a couple of reason. I'm pretty much as foreign on the subject as Haddaway is. A Stallion's Dilemma Anniversary All night, Sugar Belle has been keeping her distance from Big Mac. Sitting apart, hiding in a cloak, even using a personal chalkboard to converse with. Mac didn't want them to be like this. Not tonight. "Please. Just tell me what's wrong, Sugar Belle." "..." Belle levitates some chalk to the chalkboard. [I wanted to do something special for our anniversary tonight.] Belle erases the board and continues. [So I got a 'Youth Potion' to make myself younger.] "So why are you still hiding?" [Because it didn't work. Instead, it made me] The chalk in Belle's aura starts rattling until she gives up finishing. "I think I can gather the rest," Macintosh eases. "Sugar Belle, no matter how you look, you'll always be the mare I love." "...really?" Mac's ears perk up to her low voice. Belle pulls back her hood, revealing her new firmed face. "Even when I'm a stallion?"
Meanwhile, Down on the Farm...Author's Note September 2021 There's a subtle choice I like to make when I write something like this. Can you figure out what it may be? Magic Carpet Ride Meanwhile, Down on the Farm... He pulls her hoof into his, "Let's run away together, just the two of us. We'll take a bunch of seeds and start our own orchard farm, one filled with nothing but apples and pears." She gazes up into those gentle emeralds that leave her lost for words. "It'll be an illustrious garden, blooming with roses that perfectly captures our affection for each other." Her skin shivers at the touch of his hoof caressing her cheek with long and slow strokes. "And with the fruits that bare, our love will continue to grow. Lasting on, forever." "Hello?" she waves a hoof over her friend's eyes that are caught on Bright Mac in the field over, but she can't break the blissful trance she's in, "Chiffon Swirl to Pear Butter. Do you copy?" "...plant all your seeds. I want a bushel of apples." Swirl cautiously moves back from the daydreaming mare.
Even the Heartless Have a HeartAuthor's Note September 2022 This is an idea that I had for quite some time now, but I just can't find the arrangement that I can be satisfied with. What troubles should I make him go through? Would it be best if it was an original character? Should he be paired up with Diamond Tiara for another Locked Conversation story? I know that last one has a lot of promise that ends on a strong note, but even without Diamond Tiara, the ending already leaves a powerful impact. Angel's Angle Even the Heartless Have a Heart Blowing raspberries, imitating a motor, Flurry Heart glides through the cottage door with an exhausted Angel Bunny proceeding inside. Angel looks up at Fluttershy and Twilight, still chatting, oblivious to him or the filly they left unsupervised to nearly get eaten, poisoned, and lost in the Everfree Forest. He wants to lash out at them, scolding Twilight in particular for the trouble Flurry Heart gave him, but he can't find the energy for it, not after all the close calls Flurry had. Angel drags himself to his basket, kicking out a kakapo that preoccupied it. The bird's high-pitched screech broke Twilight and Fluttershy's conversation, watching the kakapo scuttling off as a tired Angel Bunny plops into the basket, "I've been meaning to ask, Fluttershy, why did you give that self-centered rabbit the name 'Angel'?" "He's selfish," Fluttershy sighs, forming a smile upon watching, "but he can also be a guardian angel."
Second ChancesAuthor's Note January 2023 With the prompt being 'Second Chance', I am very tempted to use Second Wind for this month, but a name alone won't be enough. Luckily, this prompt also allows entries from 2022 to be used, and I've been wanting to expand upon a few scenarios that I made for Galloping Hearts (October's entry) such as Big Mac's, but that'll take at least three separate entries involving a running gag with a twist ending. In any case, I would need to follow the prompt for that month (The Feeling's New to Me), and continuing something that is intended to be 'new' is contradicting of itself. That's why I'll be using BOTH approaches. Taking Galloping Hearts and using it under the prompt of 'Second Chances', continuing it as a story that can stand on its own, resulting with a story that invokes a feeling that'll be new to everyone. ...or at least to Logan upon judging it. We Now Return to Galloping Hearts Second Chances "So I explained to Moondancer that even if she's truly from the future as she claims to be, I'd be an alternate version of the Twilight she knows." "...daughter..." Flash mutters, attempting to dig out of his shattered world, "...yours and..." "It's awkward when she calls me 'mother', but the idea of me and Blueblood becoming a thing? Brr." Flash jumpstarts at the thought, ushering him to act, now, "Twilight, I... I've been meaning to ask you something." Genuinely curious, Twilight focuses on him, making things worse on Flash's faltering courage, "Would you like to... go someplace sometime, just you and me?" Twilight flinches. Anxiety begins to build inside of her as she reads between the lines, "You mean, like on... on a date?" "Y-yeah." Flash gulps. "Well... I..." shrinking back, Twilight hides behind her mane, sheepishly playing with it, "...I'd like that." "MOTHER! MY MANE HAS TURNED BLUE!!"
Love, Ambushed ByAuthor's Note February 2023 The prompt really falls on its face sense this is meant to be an ambush; however, the reader knows it's coming. This needs to be sneaky, and as much as I would love to have Rarity to go after Double Diamond, no one will catch the voice acting joke... it's Pucca and Garu... a logic-breaking stalker and a disinterested ninja. Nope, I got a better plan. Conciliate Love, Ambushed By Wind volleys a flurry of raindrops at the station's windows, rattling the frames to the storm's severity. "It's times like these that I regret living at a bay." "I'll escort you back home, Sunny." "And have you fight your way back here alone? Forget it, Hitch, I'm staying." "But the news said the storm will last all night." "Then we better get out some extra blankets. There's some over here, right?" "You can't be serious!" Hitch blocks Sunny's path for the closet, "I'm going to be sleeping here as well." "So?" "So you're okay sleeping in the same room with a stallion?" He was expecting her to react in a lot of ways. Embarrassment, mischievous, anger, all tying her to the thought on his mind; but, her genuine smile was something Hitch was not prepared for, "I trust you." He could hardly maintain the thought now, "...that's a good trick."
And Nothing Was The SameAuthor's Note April 2023 One of my views on life is that you can get away with addressing any mature topic in children's media, just as long as it's presented in a vague way where they don't understand the actual message. Fairy tales and innuendos are prime examples of what I'm getting at, but I find this principle most potent within writing. So much, in fact, that it could even wiggle pass rules by simply not addressing the specific details, giving the reader the freedom on how to interpret the story. The point I'm trying to address here is that once you finish this story, you might never read it the same way again. If it comes to that, remember... that's your interpretation, not the story's explanation. ? ? ? And Nothing Was The Same The Autumn leaves swept under the galloping stallion, drifting to the full moon before a shadow swooped through. Weaving trees, jumping logs, the leather beats just kept getting closer. The shadow slammed him to the ground and flipped him on his back. Pinned to the dirt, he's forced to stare into the crimson glowing eyes of a mare. Seductively, she smiled at him, "It's such a lovely night, so stay with me," licking her fangs, "let's make it memorable." She dragged the thumb of her wing along his cheek, sending chills as she gently grazed down along his neck, twirling on a spot that's pulsing with blood. "I'll drain you, down to the last drop." He stretched out his neck in a hopeless attempt to avoid her drifting lips. "And then soon, very... very... soon..." the heat of her breath brushed into his ear, softly whispering, "...you'll be a father."
The ProphecyAuthor's Note September 2023 September is quite a month for this theme, because for a while now, I've foreseen that the number 34 will be of great importance to me before the end of September. The Fall of Grace The Prophecy "They're dropping like flies. AH! There goes another one." "Shining." "The breeze!! I can feel the breeze!! it's s-s-so cold." "♪Shinnnniiing♫~" "They could be scattered across the entire kingdom by now! We gotta put up 'Missing' flyers! We gotta find every las-" "SHINING!" Cadance took a firm hold of her husband and forced him to face her in the eyes, "It's okay. Many stallions go through this everyday. It's very common and part of life," "Right... right..." Shining slid his hoof along his head, "this is normal, this is nothing to worry over, this... this is..." he trembles at the sight of his hoof covered in a series of blue strands, "THE END OF LIFE AS I KNOW IT!!!" Flurry Heart watches her father acting hysterical and her mother groaning into her hoof, "Mom, is Dad going to be okay?" "He'll be fine, dear. Your father is just going bald."
The Most Devastating InsultAuthor's Note March 2024 Oh, I had this one for a while now. I originally made a thread of it years ago (it was intended to be like a parody of Goofy's 'How To...' series), but I expanded upon it, tweaked the presentation, and poured ponies in it. To some regard, I blended this concept with another idea to create this story, but it definitely feels familiar to my older work. Equestrian Planet The Most Devastating Insult Dominance plays an important part in all life. Controlling, possessing, and copulating, dominance is the driving force that steer the course of life. Take this seaside town with these two fine examples of opposing genders, one representing the authority of the law and the other a common resident. "Hey, Posey." "WHAT!?" "H... h-hi." "WHAT KIND OF SHERIFF GOES AROUND DISTURBING THE PEACE?" "I was just being friendly." "SO YOU'RE HITTING ON ME INSTEAD OF DOING YOUR JOB?" "That wasn't my intention!" "ARE YOU IMPLY THAT I'M UNAPPEALING? THAT I'M NOT WORTH THE TIME?" "NO! You're worth every bit of my time." "OH, THEN YOU'RE STALKING ME." "That's not- I mean- It was just-" "YOU'RE REVOLTING!!!" Note the power behind her words, how she seized the situation with a firm affront towards this town's officer. While one reins order for her foal's future, the other receives a permanent decrease of masculinity.
ZugzwangAuthor's Note Inspiration can come from anywhere. Thanks, Dad. All it costed was my car. Cries of the Senior Zugzwang Maintaining her composer in a physical sense, Matilda's fury was drilling into Cranky. With the mental barricade known as his pride now weakened, she reestablishes a dominant control over him, "The doctor said that your eyes were going out, I implored you to listen to him, but you still decide to keep your independence by pulling the cart." "..." "And tonight, what happened?" "...I crashed the cart." "Into another cart, and now you have to pay to repair for something more than just a mailbox this time." "It won't happen again, Matilda." Matilda keeps her silent berating undeterred, "..." "I realize that my eyes are not what they used to be, so I'm changing myself." "..." "From now on, I'll no longer pull the cart." "..." "...at night." Matilda gives a sharp huff of disapproval, but this is what she expected from him, a stubborn mule that refuses to face the reality of himself.
UncharacteristicAuthor's Note October 2024 How can we be uncharacteristic if we are creatures who are slaves to the aging of time and the victims to our own passions? I think Dr. Orpheus said it best, and its quite thematic given the approaching holiday which he spoke it in. Greatest Feat of Magic Uncharacteristic "I am retribution, I am the shade, I... am.. Colt-Do-Just!" "Give it a rest, Hitch," Sunny tossed the helmet from last year over the changing curtain. "Nightmare Night only comes once a year, Sunny. And tonight, I want to be Colt-Do-Just." "What? Being bold and chivalrous in a flashy fashion? That's you everyday when you're on duty." "It's not the same. Picking a persony by ourselves and playing out the part without judgement, it's a way to tell the world that this is who we really are. A journey of self-discovery and to understand our identity on a psychological level." "That's... pretty insightful, Hitch. Not what I would expect from you." "Of course, because I'm Colt-Do-Just." "Yeah, yeah," Sunny rolled her eyes with an amused smile as she walked from behind the curtain, "...well?" "Purple fur, cobra hood, scorpion tail, ...I'm drawing a blank, Sunny. Who are you?" "I'm Cosmos."
A Good MealAuthor's Note December 2024 There's an old comparison I thought of long ago that fits the prompt, but it's just the matter of getting there for it to be in a story. The Things One Does for a Laugh A Good Meal "Dad is good at parodies, Mom is good at exaggerating... but what about me?" Cheese ponders as he studies the draft board he made, "Just what kind of humor am I good at? What identifies me? ...help me out here, Emperor Chilly Changa." The beanbag doll of a penguin just sits lifeless on his back, "..." "Sarcasm?! You only want me to play off the fact that I look like a girl, don't you?" "..." "I already told you that I'm not doing that. There was nothing that matched my eyes." "..." "Yes, I agree that the bow looked pretty good on me, but I need something more crazy and uplifting for everyone." "..." "Watch your words! We can't all be podiatrist for tap-dancing penguins." Cheese huffs while rubbing his forehead. He looks at the board, "I'll sleep on it, but like a dog to its vomit, I will return to finish the job."
