Friendship Letters

These past weeks have began to blend together. Throughout my current rule over half the Kingdom, it seems trouble finds ways to arrive at my Castle doors. Brother isn't giving up is he? Course he isn't. He was always stubborn. Stubborn in his ideals. Stubborn in his agreements to Father. Traitor. Backstabber. All titles he claims me to be. But, I'm not the one that was pushing his only sibling aside. I wasn't the one that was going on about building a Kingdom in 'my' image. It wasn't only about ...

(this is part of the new time line that happens if Crimson stop the 20 year into the future one from happening) Polo kick down the front door of a building as Darker simply levitated Polo then fling him across the room and said "I don't even miss fighting you, all i care about is benefiting my employees and having a healthy wage to live on and i heard my grandson has decrees the minimum wage, remove the health care plan for each race to benefit and make this place a joke for all of those...

*If you haven't read the first part I would suggest reading that one first. Its titled "Found" Dragonfly would jolt away and shake his head, slinging water all over the metal floor and walls. He would try to move but found himself restrained to a pipe connected to the wall. He looked around and found two stallions standing in front of him, both in uniforms he couldn't identify and masks that covered their faces. One had an empty bucket beside him that looked like it was holding water, water ...

It isn't often that a story ends with the death of its protagonist, at least not the stories sung by the bards or written in the common books. This one proved to be no different. However, unlike the other stories, this wasn't the tale of one born with great power tearing down the evil of their homeland, nor that of a simple commoner rising and winning against the otherwise impossible. This is the story of one who has done nothing but flee. And flee he did. ...

Guard duty. One of the most boring states of being in the history of the world, Carmine thought. Perhaps it was only slightly better than book sorting, but at least book sorting didn't involve long-winded lectures by his partner for the day. Glorious Valor, a squeaky-clean pegasus with an otherworldly regal air about him. Everything about him said "I know better than you," from the booming way his voice carried his virtues, to his color scheme reminiscent of a paladin's armor. Valor's pristine...

So, every day, I wake up at 6. Doesn't matter how long I slept last night, always 6. I got like, 3 hours'a sleep, but it's cool - that's what coffee's fer. I untangle myself from Gray without wakin'im up 'n slip outta bed - we cuddled last night, like always. Good frickin' stuff! (Don't tell anyone I said that though, he gets real embarassed about it.) I grab my bag off the floor, and head ta the kitchen. Gotta have a good breakfast. While the coffee brews, I whip up some eggs 'n toast fer my...

mission log number: 2,137 location: pastel horse world subject: depress horse ...

(I just wanted to share a list I made recently describing the differences between my OC Prince Glaciem and some of the canonical cast of the show. If you see any I left out and want to see included feel free to leave a comment." Princess Celestia: Prince Glaciem *A Princess *A Prince *A psudo Mother *A Psudo Father ...

Name: Stardusk Strider Age: 10 The first night out and about in such a long time. The stallion was beginning to give up the idea of ever seeing the outside world ever again. Of course, it's not how he would have liked to see it: It's the dead of night (around 2 AM), with the streets barren as all the ponies have sheltered up for their rest. This is quite the opposite for his clan, however, as they are most active in the night, to work on keeping the peace in the later hours. He could not re...

1. If you unplug their game or interrupt them during a very special moment in their game, they have every absolute right to beat your ass. 2. Touch their games and break them, you pay more than what it costs. (Because all that data will be lost and it HURTS to do that shit all over again. 3. ALWAYS ASK for their permission if you would like to play. Thats it, keep these rules in mind at all times.

Long ago, before the formation of a unifying government, pony folk lived in small kingdoms scattered across the land. These kingdoms were overseen by those who possessed strong magical artifacts, particularly protective ones. Power of the artifact translated exactly to power for the owner and thusly to control of those with lesser magics. As one could rightly assume this lead not infrequently to tyrannical rulers who isolated those under their command, lest they be swayed to the side of a compet...

(warning that nobody reads bla bla bla) some weird thing happen, then nothing like come on this lore is worst then what anything i can come up with and am the one who made the lore. sort paragraph worth of lore that nobody will read because it's boring and also there just a clown in a chair drinking from a water bottle for some reason. cloud just being angry at this point because he just is and also he own a laser that turn out to be nothing but, a simply cardboard cutout of a laser pointer b...

Torch turns on her phone's screen, navigating to Snapchat. It's one of her favorite things to do, posting videos. She gets a lot of replies that way. It's nice talking to her friends. The camera turns on, aimed at herself, and she slowly comes into focus, blue sky framing her yellow mane. ...

The siren blares, deafening the sounds of hurrying hoofsteps clacking across a freshly polished tile. Young Cynbel at the ripe age of eleven, was running for his dear life while he wore a tattered black robe. He heard the various shouts, all demanding for the young alchemist's apprehension, but as he bolted past the door, he heard their increased panic. A crossbow bolt flung past him, embedding itself into a steel door that bent into a turn. "Shoot to kill!" one of them cried. Cynbel was soo...