Friendship Letters

It’s hard to talk about the relationship between my father and I. Mostly because I never felt like there was one to begin with. I have conflicting memories of him, sometimes he was there but most of the time he was a background figure who happened to inhabit the same home as us. I remember him pacing around the house and sitting at his big majestic leather chair at the study, always scheming. The garage was filled with his old guitars and drum sets which he liked to polish and play from time t...

“Still…. It just doesn’t make sense.” “…What doesn’t make sense?” I ask incredulous. “The… you know… that whole acting thing…” “That whole acting thing?” I respond with a bit of a scoff. Truth be told she caught me off guard. It was at this point that I had stopped looking at the stars in the sky and I turned to look at her, Heather. My best friend since… well… since grade school. ...

// No, this isn't lore, but rather the sum of a series of dreams that I've been having. I still do not know how the story will end and only will when the dreams stop happening, so... Yeah, this will hopefully be updated as time passes. The apparent theme around it is horror and survival, set in Europe during the period of the second world war, although not partaking in it. Hope y'all have fun reading it. - Bunkers and trenches carve the borders of Europe, yet, the war never seems to come by. S...

//Yet again I have remembered a lore post I thought about just before going to bed. It was another long day at work for Kisho. Running a restaurant was difficult work, but the smiles he helped form were well worth the toil. Of course while today was just like any other day it wasn't quite just a normal day. It was his 52nd birthday. His employees had scrounged up some money to buy him a cake, and a gift. Of course the gift was a 'Worlds Best Boss' apron, and he was definitely going to be we...

Midnight knew nothing but the wilderness for many many years. From the age of 12 to 19, she survived in nature. The hermit she lived with for those years helped her only with the basics, how to trap, how to treat wounds, how to fly, how to fish.. how to kill. The first time she had to kill an animal, she was hesitant. The hermit didn't feed her. She was starving. She was desperate. She had the animal stuck in a trap and she had a knife. She stared at it as she drew closer, seeing the innocen...

Part 1: https://canterlotavenue.com/blog/1210/a-mothers-love/ Part 2: https://canterlotavenue.com/blog/1230/a-daughters-ire/ Spirit didn’t know how long she’d run for. She ran down the sloped streets of Canterlot. She sprinted until her legs burned and her lungs strained with the effort of keeping up with her breaths. The world was blurry around her, the tears in her eyes turning the lamps in the street into vague smudges of color. The cobblestone underneath her hooves gave way to the ...

//Totally not skipping ahead in this storyline just so I have an excuse to post wall posts people can reply to. It had been a long few months for Luis and the rest of his cartel. All sorts of mishaps kept popping up what seemed like every day. Shipments went missing. Money never exchanged hands. Rumors of a snitch inside the cartel were spreading like wildfire, and people were getting paranoid. Yet through all this Luis found hope. Not only had he scored an amazing girlfriend a few months ago...

Adherence is a curse. Adherence is a blight in the form of addiction. An addiction that when played out screams in the face of those that follow its dark definition. Adherence, over all else, is a word- but words have power. A vocal call, a spell, a command that is conjured up through the voice. ...

“Okay, okay! Everybody off stage! That was just… That’s just terrible. I can’t. Roll back, we need to redo the entire shot.” After that initial statement there was a collective sigh coming from the entire cast, not only had they been here all day and it was way past 8, this particular scene had already been shot 15 times. Visual Cue is a very talented although extremely picky director and he’s in charge. With no other remedy, every extra, every actor, every camera man jumped off s...

// Decided to look into my unpublished lore posts and found this. Did some rework, but I haven't written something propper in a while, so bear with me. Very short one as well, which is good. "Those that close themselves off are the ones in the most need of affection." The chloromancer read out loud, the dull blue eyes focusing on those words. He stared at them for a while before setting the book over the desk and pushing it aside. "Huh. Any thoughts, darling?" He asked, the focus shifting ove...

(AU where Wyatt is doing the Single Pringle) There's nothing worse than feeling unneeded or unwanted. Than feeling unwelcome. And in Equestria, that was how Wyatt felt. Twilight may have helped, teaching him to survive in a more mundane world than he was used to, but it still left a hole. A hole he hadn't found a replacement to fill. It showed in his body language, his manner of speaking, his attitude. Wyatt was currently in some pub in Canterlot, a pint in his hand as he sat in a booth, alre...

Dragonfly was given up by his Rassulian parents and treated by the rest of his kind as inferior and weak like he was broken. He was adopted by a mare from a neighboring planet and raised there with her loving care. Although being bullied harshly for being a Rassulian, the ones who took over half their own galaxy for control, he would follow in his adopted mother's footsteps and forgive. After mandatory military service as a rescue pilot Dragonfly would inherit a ship and become the stallion, he ...

Everything was quiet. Ponies trotted along, talking flamboyantly among themselves with jubilance. The shouts of peddlers trying to sell their wares and the buyers arguing or negotiating right back. The chittering of rats and other pests scurrying about trying to find any scraps that hadn't been cleaned by one of the many homeless that took refuge on the streets. Despite all this, the world was desolately empty, audio void of its existence in this alley. Everything was quiet. A cardboard wreck...

//DISCLAIMER: Some of the content featured in this post may be unsettling, or disturbing to some readers. The streets of Ponyville had quieted down significantly compared to the afternoon buzz, and bumble. Where the streets had been filled with ponies trying to get from here to there just a few hours ago they were now largely empty, and quiet. The sun's light had stopped illuminating the streets thirty minutes ago, and the street lamps were all that provided light for the nighttime travelers...

Everything felt like a dream. Floaty. Carmine felt as if his soul was buoyantly floating above his body and kept from soaring away by a rope tied at his neck. The rope was... cold. Metallic. No, his senses were starting to come back. Vision was restoring... he saw a myriad of blurry shapes, moving and squabbling. What were they saying? He was hearing words, but he couldn't understand them. Screams. Pleas for mercy. As his eyes began to wake up, the blurry shapes began to transition to their true...

According to the other agents in the room getting the jitters before a meeting like this was common. Only the Special Agent-in-Charge wasn't usually missing like he was now. The three other agents in the room are sitting around a well made circular wooden table. They've all grouped up towards one end of the table, leaving the other end open with it's own chair. Hiari stands guard by the door. Everyone's wearing formal clothing. Suits and ties. Stuff like that. The room is mostly silent until the...

Before Pride went to work today, he was lurking B&N's manga section to search for next manga to consider and he found [he aint saying this manga's name]. Its name and cover flailed how much of an LGBTfest it is Pride was curious and gave a 5 page sample read because he optimistically expected to be pleasantly surprised He was not ...

The bag was over his head, his hands tied and bound, a wad of socks in his mouth to stop him speaking. Or calling for help. He could see virtually nothing. They got him while he was sleeping, cowardly bastards. No way to signal for help... '.' No... Not again. 'Quiet!' '' ...

"♫ Down yonder green valley, where streamlets meander, When twilight is fading I pensively rove. Or at the bright noontide in solitude wander, amid the dark shades of the lonely ash grove...♪" It was a late summer's evening, and Lenore found herself singing quietly as she skimmed the canopy of the temperate forests far outside the reach of civilization. The stark black griffon soared with purpose towards a clearing. There, camped on a hill were a collection of wagons arranged in a loo...

Click! A twist of the skeleton key signaled the end of the work day for Cynbel, as did the setting sun. It wasn’t a particularly profitable day, but he would at least break even. A marginal success, but one the young alchemist felt he needed to celebrate given his particularly sour mood. For the past few weeks, he’s been silently accepting that his shop, Splendor Solis, may be in its final stages. Business just wasn’t outweighing the cost of keeping the doors open Customers were becoming...