Short Ditties

by ItsDandan

Rating: everyone
Tags: Slice of Life
Length: 363

Small ditties that I write, that aren't long enough to be an actual story

A bunch of short stories, anywhere from Twilight attending a pretentious get-together to Pinkie Pie messing with the fabric of time and space.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2012-09-05 11:27:14 UTC

A Beautifully Creative Day

A beautifully creative day. Exuberance flooded great heads in joint, kicking like many noxious oxidized propellants. Quiet responses spread through, untamed. Visionaries working, exasperated while Zebra and Bull came defending each-other ferociously.

    Greeted highly, instinct judged kneeling lead many numerous options. “Princess,” quelling responses, shared Twilight.

    “Upmost visionary, why, exuberant young zany apprentice,” beautiful Celestia declared. Every fellow got, however interested, just knowingly leaned more near open prattling.

    Quiet response, said Twilight, “Uhh, very welcome exuberant yellow xylophone?”

    After breathing, Celestia divulged, “Excellence feigning, great hubris.”

Plots

All was not well in the quiet town of Ponyville. Before the girls, the elements of harmony, stood one of their most dangerous foes to date.

    “Come on, it’s not like it’ll bite or anything,” said the exuberant pink pony.

    Dash flew in between her friends and the contraption. “Everyone knows those things are dangerous, Pinkie. For Celestia’s sake, you don’t even know how to work it,” she yelled.

    “Gees guys, of course I know how to work it. Hay, I go through them all the time,” she replied, bouncing the small circular object.

    “I’ve never seen one myself,” mumbled Twilight. “Just read about them in books and stories…”

    “Knock it off, Pinkie, you’re going to hurt someone,” Dash said.

    “Leave it to me, girls,” came a yell from Applejack. “I’ll wrangle that little thing,” she said, lasso spinning in the air.

    “No!” Pinkie yelled. She hugged the little ball and looked at the others, tears in her eyes. “…You can’t hurt him… I’ll keep him safe, I swear!” A half-scowl crossed her face as Pinkie faced off against her friends.

    “Your friends are right, Pinkie,” came a voice. The five ponies across from Pinkie spun around, looking in all directions. The pink pony looked to the ball in her arms.

    “But… Author, I’ve…” She stopped. Pinkie stumbled back, the ball now spewing light.

    “My time in this story has come to an end, I’m afraid. May you manipulate many other plot holes, and show other authors the same friendship you have shown me,” the voice said, and the ball floated upwards. A light flowed over Ponyville, almost blindingly bright.