Sparkle's Secretsby KobaloiJChaptersSandsCyborgsSecretsSandsSparkle's Secrets Sparkle solemnly sat aside Celestia and a snide, smirking stallion. Said stallion saw the savage, spiteful way she stared; he started shrinking subconsciously. Sparkle's scrutinizing surveillance sold several silent statements to the stupid, stupid stallion. She said silently to herself, Stupid stallion. Seriously, Celestia said I shan't specify his surname, so I second Celestia's statement. Also, I say I shouldn't, and surely shan't, speak of him straightforwardly; he shall suffer a sobriquet! That stupid stallion shall be specified as... as... Stallion! she snickered sillily and stopped somewhat suddenly, seeing Celestia's somber sobriety and Stallion's stupid, shrinking smirk. Sparkle saw something, or so she suspected. She surveyed the silent stretch of sand surrounding her, seeing... sand. Sand, sand, and some... Sand. Sand, swaying sluggishly as though some unseen stream supervised its stroll, saw Sparkle's stare and her sand-less mane, spying solace and settling selfishly inside, single specks strewn about sloppily and each separated by several strands. Celestia somberly spun to see several sandy statues she, herself, sculpted some time ago, structured so as to support several similar statues, long since smashed by some unseen winds. She spun some sixty degrees south, staring solemnly at the cities she once superintended, where her sister surely slumbered. She seemed most sickened by Celestia and Sparkle's secrets; she was super shocked and surprised and startled and stuff. Some senseless stallion, standing silently aside Sparkle, sent her here. She swore to see his supreme, sanguine slumber someday. Sparkle would surely assist Celestia, 'specially since she sorta assisted that spineless stallion. So, head swaying slightly, she slumped over to Sparkle and spoke. The steeds' seditious susurrations soon swallowed their souls, seeking Stallion's supreme sleep. Stallion woke, sleepy and sweating, somehow sitting atop a slick and slippery stick. He spun, or strived to spin, to be stopped suddenly by some secure straps surrounding him. Settling on some serene suspicion that he slept somewhere in some savage's state, he screamed shrilly and struggled against the straps securing him to the stick. "Silence," said somepony off to his starboard side. Sparkle, he surmised. And so he sat silent, struggling no more. The stick supporting him slowly separated some sand and settled. Celestia showed herself, but Stallion simply said nothing. Soon after, some smoldering sensation seared itself into Stallion's side, and he screamed and screamed before settling into a sort of sensory slumber, all the scalding, scorching, stinging and searing sending him to sleep. Celestia and Sparkle sat beside the slicked stick, squashing the semi-seared stallion that served as sustenance and swallowing, sending it to their stomachs. They supped without savor, and spoke silently for several hours. Celestia supposed she should do to Sparkle what she had to Stallion, but suddenly squelched the speculation as Sparkle sighed and spewed Stallion all over the sands. Somehow, Sparkle would survive, stranded on the sands, for several seasons. Celestia swallowed Sparkle's sustenance with stupendous self-scolding, and survived for six centuries before succumbing to 'sand sickness.' CyborgsSparkle's Secrets Century: 1700. Year: 169974 Celestia's sister set out on the still-sparkling sands, silence and sinister sunlight surrounding her. She, 164848 years since sending Celestia, slowly started to self-loathe herself for segregating and sequestering Celestia. All since some cyborgs, spawned by Senior Citizen Sodomy von Sacrilege, started shooting and stabbing every single stallion, steadfast in shutting off all sexual stratagems. "Celestia!" she shouted, seeking her support in silencing the cyborgs. Silence saluted the steed, so she sustained her search for specifically 700 hours. Seeing no signs of Celestia, she sighed and somberly schlepped along the sands, seeking shelter in someplace safe. Some slow minutes passed, and she spotted a shining skeleton amongst the sands. Striding swiftly to the skeleton, she screamed shrilly as she surveyed it. "Sister..." she said, staring sadly at the skeleton. She spied a stick shining in the sun, and a steel skewer. She sat up, sauntered over, and steeled herself. Submersing the skewer in her stomach, she shrieked soundlessly and smashed into the sands. Smiling at the shell of her sister, she was certainly satisfied with her seppuku. SecretsSparkle's Secrets Six Saturdays ago, some snide, stupid stallion said something somewhat surprising: "Stupid Sparkle, she should seriously shut up. Celestia's superpowers sure are stupendous, but she shouldn't stick her snout everywhere, snooping surreptitiously for scrolls about such a silly, senseless subject." Such a stallion shouldn't survive in the several cities of Sparkle's studies; she shall surely stand upon said steed's superbly scrutinized, seditious sacrilege, sundering his spirit in several small shreds. So, suffice to say, he seemed surprised and shocked; after stalking stealthily to Sparkle's sacred sanctuary, he saw his shape and semblance, safeguarded and shining, strapped on stone sculptures in the sewer's shadows. "... super scrumptious strawberry-smothered sarsaparilla!" said the silly, strenuously-spirited steed. Some said she was secretly super sharp, sealing her sagacity and smarts someplace solely she knew. Sparkle, surprised, stood still, sounds of some sky-bound steed's strained shouting seeping into Sparkle's sensitive cerebrum. "So..." Sparkle said, signaling silently for the sweets-seller to speak. "So... so Spike said, "Sup, 'Shy. Sarsaparilla?" and showed a substantially, superly, spectacularly superb sarsaparilla to share, and 'Shy said, "Sorry, Spike, I swore to Celestia I'd stay sober," and Spike got super sad; so super sad, he said her secret scorn seared straight through his sad, sappy, shriveled soul." "So...?" "So... super scrumptious strawberry-smothered sarsaparilla. Spike. 'Shy. Shining, too, sometime. And Snowflake! Oh, silly silly! Scootaloo, Sweetie, Silver Spoon... Sure! Oh, oh, and Snips and Snails! And Spitfiiiire and Soooarin'... Hmmm..." she said, "Celestia should-" "Stop," Sparkle said. "Okay, so... Shoeshiiiine and Sea Swiiiirl and Sapphire Shooores... And, and... and Surprise! Oh, and some OCs and Screwball -" Sparkle sealed her soreness as she spoke some more. "Spike and 'Shy should-" "SPARKLE! SPARKLE!" She spun swiftly, seeing some sweaty stallion sprinting. Said stallion stopped short of Sparkle, sighed soundlessly, and said, "Sp-Sparkle! Some stallion said... he said... he sa-" the strange stallion stopped, showing Sparkle some scrolls. Sparkle sighed and, seizing six scrolls, started studying their symbols. She stopped suddenly, seeing her secrets spilled on said scrolls. Her sight spasmed as she slumped, slipping into stupefied senselessness.
SandsSparkle's Secrets Sparkle solemnly sat aside Celestia and a snide, smirking stallion. Said stallion saw the savage, spiteful way she stared; he started shrinking subconsciously. Sparkle's scrutinizing surveillance sold several silent statements to the stupid, stupid stallion. She said silently to herself, Stupid stallion. Seriously, Celestia said I shan't specify his surname, so I second Celestia's statement. Also, I say I shouldn't, and surely shan't, speak of him straightforwardly; he shall suffer a sobriquet! That stupid stallion shall be specified as... as... Stallion! she snickered sillily and stopped somewhat suddenly, seeing Celestia's somber sobriety and Stallion's stupid, shrinking smirk. Sparkle saw something, or so she suspected. She surveyed the silent stretch of sand surrounding her, seeing... sand. Sand, sand, and some... Sand. Sand, swaying sluggishly as though some unseen stream supervised its stroll, saw Sparkle's stare and her sand-less mane, spying solace and settling selfishly inside, single specks strewn about sloppily and each separated by several strands. Celestia somberly spun to see several sandy statues she, herself, sculpted some time ago, structured so as to support several similar statues, long since smashed by some unseen winds. She spun some sixty degrees south, staring solemnly at the cities she once superintended, where her sister surely slumbered. She seemed most sickened by Celestia and Sparkle's secrets; she was super shocked and surprised and startled and stuff. Some senseless stallion, standing silently aside Sparkle, sent her here. She swore to see his supreme, sanguine slumber someday. Sparkle would surely assist Celestia, 'specially since she sorta assisted that spineless stallion. So, head swaying slightly, she slumped over to Sparkle and spoke. The steeds' seditious susurrations soon swallowed their souls, seeking Stallion's supreme sleep. Stallion woke, sleepy and sweating, somehow sitting atop a slick and slippery stick. He spun, or strived to spin, to be stopped suddenly by some secure straps surrounding him. Settling on some serene suspicion that he slept somewhere in some savage's state, he screamed shrilly and struggled against the straps securing him to the stick. "Silence," said somepony off to his starboard side. Sparkle, he surmised. And so he sat silent, struggling no more. The stick supporting him slowly separated some sand and settled. Celestia showed herself, but Stallion simply said nothing. Soon after, some smoldering sensation seared itself into Stallion's side, and he screamed and screamed before settling into a sort of sensory slumber, all the scalding, scorching, stinging and searing sending him to sleep. Celestia and Sparkle sat beside the slicked stick, squashing the semi-seared stallion that served as sustenance and swallowing, sending it to their stomachs. They supped without savor, and spoke silently for several hours. Celestia supposed she should do to Sparkle what she had to Stallion, but suddenly squelched the speculation as Sparkle sighed and spewed Stallion all over the sands. Somehow, Sparkle would survive, stranded on the sands, for several seasons. Celestia swallowed Sparkle's sustenance with stupendous self-scolding, and survived for six centuries before succumbing to 'sand sickness.'
CyborgsSparkle's Secrets Century: 1700. Year: 169974 Celestia's sister set out on the still-sparkling sands, silence and sinister sunlight surrounding her. She, 164848 years since sending Celestia, slowly started to self-loathe herself for segregating and sequestering Celestia. All since some cyborgs, spawned by Senior Citizen Sodomy von Sacrilege, started shooting and stabbing every single stallion, steadfast in shutting off all sexual stratagems. "Celestia!" she shouted, seeking her support in silencing the cyborgs. Silence saluted the steed, so she sustained her search for specifically 700 hours. Seeing no signs of Celestia, she sighed and somberly schlepped along the sands, seeking shelter in someplace safe. Some slow minutes passed, and she spotted a shining skeleton amongst the sands. Striding swiftly to the skeleton, she screamed shrilly as she surveyed it. "Sister..." she said, staring sadly at the skeleton. She spied a stick shining in the sun, and a steel skewer. She sat up, sauntered over, and steeled herself. Submersing the skewer in her stomach, she shrieked soundlessly and smashed into the sands. Smiling at the shell of her sister, she was certainly satisfied with her seppuku.
SecretsSparkle's Secrets Six Saturdays ago, some snide, stupid stallion said something somewhat surprising: "Stupid Sparkle, she should seriously shut up. Celestia's superpowers sure are stupendous, but she shouldn't stick her snout everywhere, snooping surreptitiously for scrolls about such a silly, senseless subject." Such a stallion shouldn't survive in the several cities of Sparkle's studies; she shall surely stand upon said steed's superbly scrutinized, seditious sacrilege, sundering his spirit in several small shreds. So, suffice to say, he seemed surprised and shocked; after stalking stealthily to Sparkle's sacred sanctuary, he saw his shape and semblance, safeguarded and shining, strapped on stone sculptures in the sewer's shadows. "... super scrumptious strawberry-smothered sarsaparilla!" said the silly, strenuously-spirited steed. Some said she was secretly super sharp, sealing her sagacity and smarts someplace solely she knew. Sparkle, surprised, stood still, sounds of some sky-bound steed's strained shouting seeping into Sparkle's sensitive cerebrum. "So..." Sparkle said, signaling silently for the sweets-seller to speak. "So... so Spike said, "Sup, 'Shy. Sarsaparilla?" and showed a substantially, superly, spectacularly superb sarsaparilla to share, and 'Shy said, "Sorry, Spike, I swore to Celestia I'd stay sober," and Spike got super sad; so super sad, he said her secret scorn seared straight through his sad, sappy, shriveled soul." "So...?" "So... super scrumptious strawberry-smothered sarsaparilla. Spike. 'Shy. Shining, too, sometime. And Snowflake! Oh, silly silly! Scootaloo, Sweetie, Silver Spoon... Sure! Oh, oh, and Snips and Snails! And Spitfiiiire and Soooarin'... Hmmm..." she said, "Celestia should-" "Stop," Sparkle said. "Okay, so... Shoeshiiiine and Sea Swiiiirl and Sapphire Shooores... And, and... and Surprise! Oh, and some OCs and Screwball -" Sparkle sealed her soreness as she spoke some more. "Spike and 'Shy should-" "SPARKLE! SPARKLE!" She spun swiftly, seeing some sweaty stallion sprinting. Said stallion stopped short of Sparkle, sighed soundlessly, and said, "Sp-Sparkle! Some stallion said... he said... he sa-" the strange stallion stopped, showing Sparkle some scrolls. Sparkle sighed and, seizing six scrolls, started studying their symbols. She stopped suddenly, seeing her secrets spilled on said scrolls. Her sight spasmed as she slumped, slipping into stupefied senselessness.
