Friendship Letters

Dear Princess Celestia, As we mark the close of another year, we look forward with great expectaton and high hopes for the new one. I've marked quite a few of them on this world and I admit I am guilty of having done this a time or two in the past However, with age comes the benefit of experience. I no longer raise unrealistic and lofty expectations as to what the coming year will hold. I know that situations and events can happen within the blink of an eye, and what was once good can r...

Dear Sister Celestia I began the new year with my beautiful moon raised in the sky! It shall be the same next year! ...

According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a pony ...

This site's still less than a month old, but that's no excuse to not nominate anypony for any made up catagory award. There are only 2 rules. 1; you can not nominate yourself. 2; 1st pony to get nominated gets the award #1: Riley Absolute bestest of all the users on the entire site whom nopony else even compares to tyvm: Hickory Always skips leg day: City Bread ...

Note:[/size] Months had passed, the seasons briskly going in the time of your last arrival. And whilst your desires to find closure were more potent then ever, it seemed times you would take conference in meeting- The stallion, Wolfbane was nowhere to be seen. Afterall, it was never difficult to spot a barreling white coated stallion with a pompadour-esque mane. But your spirit deemed to be unwavering. So time and time again you come over to check, until one fateful day. You notice something ...

[br] Time had come to past since your last visit, which that exodus left several questions left unanswered. Yet with your obstinate meddling, you returned. Just as the prior path you walked before was still fresh in the banks of your retrospection, you would only hope that your inquisitive mentality would not vex your guide. A 'click' of hooves scuffled along the cobblestone of the bridge as the Atrium's distance drew near. Course, in your greeting it seemed that the Quilladon was absorbed in a...

[br] Along the empty, dark, and long hallways of the Corridor, bared of dark marble columns enriched of the Earth's dust that kissed its stone. Clothed in elder hunter green vale that were refined of their antique age and smelled of rustic pine, as well, a scent that felt... Other worldly. The whistling howls in the cool cambering Shiloh of what Wolfbane would claim as his studyhall. Far from the grand library of Canterlot, assuring to keep its distance from the hierarchy; Day in and out, for m...

Hello, everyone! I feel like I've already got enough blogs, what with the one on MLP Forums, as well as a blog on my own website when I get to making that, but I guess I'll give this a try. This post is so useless, sorry everyone!

Just remember that Christmas isn't only a day for celebration, but also a day of remembrance