Friendship Letters

Bellowing roars and guttural screeching from below marked the entrance of this cave as the only way into their Hive. And yet, despite the stench of blood and bone, the corruption that spreads through air and land, there was no one at the door. Not a single insectoid guarded the area, only the carpet of flesh that pulsated with a heart and mind of its own. As he trudged through the snow and stepped into this revolving putrid mass, its tendrils latched onto his hooves but were not able to stop his...

The two sat side by side, watching the rain fall just outside the window. It was peaceful then, something about the silence within this old wooden house kept her at ease, or it was simply his presence. A lot has changed since they first met, but this calm and nearly depressed aura that came from the Velgran has remained the same. That and his hatred towards her. She knew that he hated her with every fiber of his being, and she loved him for it, for she too felt the same about herself. As her ...

The sun was not far from setting as the last train of the day lumbered into Ponyville Station. Only a few ponies filtered out when the doors open; the last train is rarely the most popular, and is typically only taken by those who missed their intended earlier ride. One of the last among them was a silver mare, stiff from her journey. She stopped for a moment to consult the Ponyville map. The Equestria Historical Society had lined up accommodation for her outside of town, near a Clock Tower. ...

I find myself once again within the confines of a website, one of which my 7th Wall has not graced in a while. I had begun to think he had forgotten me, but then I remember that I occupy at least a small portion of his mind. Not a fully actualized member of his collective consciousness, but on the edges, where most characters exist. I can see myself talking, the text appearing as I speak and write. Existence, multi-dimensionally, is strange when you are aware of the formats you exist in. This le...

[/u] There was an unfamiliar tense air filling the interior of the Spring household, in the otherwise pleasant and sunny dawn of a weekend day. A gnarly-looking bandage on the upper half to shoulder of Ephemeria's left leg appeared to be the main contributor to the awful mood. Odd enough, her current frustration and gloom laid particularly on the immobilising part of the injury. Any more than a minute and the pain left her panting and burning up. The admittedly funky and cool metallic crutch p...

Hello, everyone! Misty Nights here with a quick message for our community. A recent post was made suggesting that there were rumors circulating about a possible shutdown of the site on September 27th of this year. Due to raising concerns of members of our community, we have decided to address this matter publicly. ...

After a long shift fraught with stress, tension, and a hostile drunk, Asuka and Frank are glad they're on their last call for the shift. With the clock at around 2 AM, neither of the two can wait to head home, and sleep for the rest of the night. Asuka sits in the back of the ambulance talking with a young stallion who was bruised, and had scratches all over his body. According to him, he hadn't gotten his significant other the right gift for her birthday, and she proceeded to beat him with it. ...

Recently, I’ve been wondering if this whole thing was worth it. This kind of question has been in my head for about 2 years. Maybe this fandom isn’t for me, I mean in real life I can barely have a conversation. So why should I be here? Maybe I just don’t deserve to be in a forum. Why am I telling you all of this? I’m pretty sure nobody (or nopony) would even care if I leave or not, after all I’m just “another user.” All of the pessimistic posts were basically how I feel in real ...

What’s in a friend. A unique, unsolved mystery. Is it something that we cherish. Or is it something that we relinquish. ...

"Shh...It's him...The one who..." "I heard no one else survived..." "They say he was by his self..." "...and then murdered them in cold blood, he did..." Clip cli-clop cli-clip cli-clop. ...

The Archmage sits alone in his kitchen, pale blue eyes focused entirely on the grimoire before him. No matter how he weaved and twisted the words and glyphs, it felt like he could never finish this spell without the proper components. And those would be simply impossible to gather! How on Khas' sacred lands could one find crystals of such magnitude so far North? A knocking at his front door briefly distracts him from the empty parchment. He eyes the kitchen's doorway and holds still for a cou...

—————————[MANEHATTAN POLICE STATION. PRECINCT #5. 2:53 PM.]------------------------ We arrive at a familiar scene. Familiar to me, at least. I hear the clatter of the moving gate, the comments from the others in their cells. We go past the hallway, down to the room where I see my supposed client in with two other ponies. A mare and a stallion. I recognize the mare immediately, Chief Xenon. Despite her odd name, she’s very plain looking. Dirty blond mane all tied up in a neat...