Friendship Letters

Entering the library, Misty peers around at the small quantity of ponies rifling through the shelves and holding quiet conversations at the tables. A lot of rectangles around here. Squares, even. It's annoying. Out of nowhere, a librarian appears! What an unusual place to find such a person. "Excusez-moi?" Misty asks of the custodian, cautiously approaching. "Do you have any computers around here? The cool kind? With all the buttons and the mousepad?" She questions of the secretary, glanci...

"Knock knock!" Betty Yakushi opens the front door of her house to find the face of her son staring back at her. Oh! And he's carrying her granddaughter too! It's the first time she's gotten to see her in person! Betty's face lights up as her eldest children, and their best friend enter their home. "Kisho! Our favorite band is here!" She calls out to her husband, as she gives each of the young adults a hug. A few seconds later, her husband emerges from the kitchen with a 'Worlds Best Dad/Boss...

The hunt for a new keyboardist for Attack on Mango was on. The four current members of the band sit behind a desk inside a rented out studio, and wave goodbye to their most recent tryout. So far, every candidate that's come in has either just tried to play covers of their songs, or played some half-assed original composition that usually sucked. At this rate, it looked like it might take weeks before they find their new keyboardist. With only 10 minutes left before the auditions wrap up for t...

. The only fitting word comes to Verdant's mind as he ascends the crystal spire. Floor after floor of cobwebs is only part of it- some of the things he'd seen the past few hours predated the founding of Equestria. Perhaps predating even the first coming of the windigos! Where would you even find a thunderbird eye in the present day? Nevermind the fact that they've been extinct for at least two thousand years, thunderbirds  resided in the area Equestria occupies! And yet Verdant stops his ascent...

It's been about 3 hours since the patrol started, but everything's gone smoothly so far. Wattzis Buckets, and Wildfire have been standing guard in the Lord's Manor since they arrived. There's been little to do, and conversation has to be kept to a minimum, so more than anything, Wattzis has been bored out of his mind. Such is the life of a guard. Wattzis' eyes move to watch as Lieutenant Spellsword enters the manor's atrium on her patrol route. She gives the two guards a short nod. Nothing to ...

"Doom is coming it seems..." The hag said she grabbed a dagger and looked behind her. The Hag of White Woods. Her skin was like leather and her eyes were sunken. She wore a wooden hat that spiraled up like her hat was turning into a tree. Her fingers were long and she had hooves on her hand legs.  "You...!" She would drop to her butt as she would scoot away. It was King Everfree, James Crone. "Me..." He said. James would have ceremonial daytime garb, which featured all back robes and a bla...

((CONTENT WARNING: blood, gore, violence)) The hive was unusually cold.  Even less usual, it was empty.  As Spinneret wandered the ever-changing corridors, there was not a single changeling in sight.  She made her way to the dungeon, which conveniently doubled as the hive's mess hall; not even the prisoners-slash-meals were there.  Not only that, there was no trace of them ever being there, no remnants of changeling cocoons.  In fact, there was no sign that anycreature had ever been in the hive...

//Woe, introductory post be upon thee. For a guard, Ponyville was one of the best places to be stationed. Whattzis Buckets woke up every day, excited to protect the town he'd grown up in. He loved to patrol the streets, converse with the townsfolk, and help them when they needed it. He particularly liked when the schoolhouse reached out to him to read to the children. They were always so excited to see a guard in person, and he loved to read them stories of the great heroes of old. Today w...

The Voices are all consuming. Fear, Pain, and Suffering surround Nar in a cacophony that tears away at his very being. He can feel the tendrils of the Voices attempting to rip apart his mind, and steal the memories within. He screams, but it only joins the thousands of other screams coming from within the Voices. There is no defense against the Voices once you're in it's clutches. Deep within the parts of Nar's mind, not yet under assault, he knows it's only a matter of time before he becomes li...

//Feel free to add an excerpt from your character in the comments if you like! I may choose to feature some of the characters in the comments in an upcoming post from Nar! (https://youtu.be/W8WSZwX2xhg?si=MYGhakTGprQ6K3Bw) Artuo looks up from the table he's cleaning in his restaurant to look over to a booth near the middle of the restaurant. It's the booth that Attack on Mango usually sits at, but lately, they haven't been coming in 3 days a week like they usually do. When they do, it's on...

//CONTENT WARNING: MENTIONS OF BLOOD, AND DEATH. NOT DESCRIBED IN DETAIL. (https://youtu.be/6JeaK_7Owow?si=_OtQGw88wIqiDzh1) The air is knocked out of Nar's lungs as his abdomen slams into the edge of a large piece of stone. He feels himself begin to slide backwards. His arms reach forward, and grab hold of the other edge of the stone, pulling himself up so his chest, and abdomen can rest atop it. As Nar gasps for air, he takes in his surroundings. He's stuck on a piece that's broken off of on...