Friendship Letters

Dear Journal, It would seem I've found myself in a new land. It looks, smells, sounds, and even feels like the other one. But that is not the case. I have recently emerged from my last home and I am now looking for a new home. Hopefully, the citizens of this place are just as willing to help as every creature back there was. Only one way to find out. Sincerely, Silverfish

Hello. This is for anypony looking to hire somepony. My name is Honey Glow. I'll be open to a job of any kind as I am a quick learner and a hard worker. Please answer this request when you are able. Thank you and good-bye.

How many nights do you lie awake In the darkest place? How many days do you shed the pain Of your darker days? ...

Mina lays across her bed. Peacefully fallen asleep. Her quill rested onto the paper in the little pink book in which she wrote out her thoughts: Imagination is my bestie! Silly string makes a mess everywhere It's sticky and gooey and gets in my hair We did dress up and dancing and other fun things ...

Lock On genuinely dislike dfoals in general, and the sneaking suspicion that the orphanage had been feeding the child with sweet lies about himself wasn't helping. Despite all that, the moment that tiny little Everglow called him "Papa" was without a doubt, one of the weirder days of his life. He felt so happy and content, yet wistful at the thought that he's standing before this child without "mama", which the child mentioned soon after. He's delayed bringing the little one home, for reaso...

Prince Artemis just couldn't take his eyes away. No matter how hard he really tried. He just couldn't understand it. How could such a beautiful creature be made with his help? A beautiful mare that is sure to grow up and take on the world. A mare that may be fierce and clever, but at the moment was sound asleep. Lilith Moon, a precious mare that is to be growing up too fast for him already. Watching her sleep seemed to bring peace to him, but also. It seemed to bring back a special memory. ==...

Migraine came back in full force. Might as well write something to pass the time while I wait for my number. Vanil had 3 drafts to go with, one of them is for her to be in an abusive relationship (Note that I didn't play that big a part in making Vanil, as mentioned in the "About Me"). Imagine K.Flay's song "Cops" (honestly, never heard of it and don't intend to) crammed into an oc, that's one of her earliest iteration, as referred to by her creator. Thank goodness I managed to convince them ...

Asuka was having a hard time sleeping tonight. It certainly wasn't because the bed wasn't comfortable. She actually wasn't quite sure why it was so hard for her to fall asleep at the moment. No matter what she tried her eyes just wouldn't stay closed. It's not like she was cold, or too hot. In fact her parents had managed to keep the house constantly just right. It was completely quiet both inside, and outside of the house. Maybe that was it. Maybe she needed the sounds of a bustling nighttime c...

Wyatt sat in his Office, clenching his eyes shut, opening them once again, his breathing slow. He seemed to be concentrating hard on something. The voice that first spoke was tormented, and sounded like a raspy whisper, almost full of rage. "Do you know how it " The next voice was Wyatt's. "Of course I do. How long have we known each other, after all?" "Far too long." Wyatt sat there talking to this individual, and he appeared to not be enjoying said conversation all that much, although seeme...

No more procrastination. No more excuses. No more major preparations needed. The time has finally come for Solaris and Sunbreaker to split apart. Was Sol still anxious about it? Of course! It's not every day you rip a piece of your soul out of yourself, after all. Solaris sat at the desk that was within his room, looking down at all the tools that were gathered. An open book, some chalk, and most importantly a dagger. This was no ordinary dagger, though. The blade was created from a mix of quart...

Welcome to Spellopolis Plaza! Unicorns of all ages come here to prove their worth in magical turf war battles! Starting at the age of 14, unicorns gain the ability to use their magic for these turf war battles. Every unicorn has their own weapon preference, all of which are powered by the magic of their horns. There's the standard magicshot, magic roller, magic charger and the magicbrush to name a few. The goal of the sport is to get the most of your team's magical essence on the ground than the...

Dear My Old Self, I've been looking back at the old Friendship letters that you/I made. I now cringe at you, myself. The Friendship Letters I made were so random, I made a lot of typos and such and had no understanding of what I was talking about. (Well, except for the "Dear Hasbro," one) So this is advice for future me. Please, when you read this tell me if it made any sense at all. If there was meaning. And Remember not to leave Canterlot Avenue for about 3 months again, because you/I do that...

In the early afternoon Detective Joe Winters exits his house, and enters his vehicle. His wife watches from the front door as his vehicle backs out of the driveway, and heads off down the street. As far as she knows he's off to the police station. Things have been very tough for him, and all the other detectives, and officers lately. She's hoping that whatever it is that's causing them all so much stress will be over soon. Joe on the other hand doesn't just hope. He's certain what he's doing tod...

I seem to have ended up in a strange land after working a case, the place is filled with ponies, and griffons, some dragons. I don't recognize where I am at all, hopefully someone or something can help guide me, for now though. I've got to go it alone.

Though it's universally believed that the mare has a childish and absent mind, Mina's new hobby says otherwise. She finds that writting them down in the form of poetry a great way to release her own thoughts; those too personal for her to write in a journal. Even if no one quite understands the meanings, Mina still picks up her quill. Onto paper the colour of snow, in a cute little pink book, the mare found sometime to be alone, so she could confess her feelings as shown: A brave little kitten ...

Dear self, have i done something wrong? i usually try and make everypony happy - but it just so seems that whatever i do, even if i don't realize it . . . something that i say or do it makes ponies/people upset... i feel awful after this - and i try to apologize, whenever i apologize its real! i truly mean it that i am, "very...sorry," but even sometimes - no matter what i do - they still run away from me.... or.. have you ever heard its very, VERY easy - to smile around everypony else, to...

I never wanted to grow up, I have always defended myself. My exterior grew hard as stone and yet I was hurt quite often. ...

Dear Princess Celestia, I didn't learn anything! Except how to not be irresponsible with money. Looking at saved brony commission art I have and recalling prices from memory only, I think I spent at least $1,100 on art commissions & packs. I don't have a well paying job so I shouldn't have spent that much money on mere picture files. I understand that art skill is rare and difficult to develop, which explains the price, but I'm just saying that the benefit of digital art pics might not be ...

So I see that today is the day of the final episode. I'm a bit ashamed to admit that I fell out of my own frequency of watching the show some time ago. But here we are, 9 years and a whole generation wrapped later, with a new generation soon to come. As I see everyone is talking about their experiences and how they came to discover the Magic of Friendship, I feel like I should share a bit as to how I managed to stumble into the wonderful world of pastel colored horses. It was back dur...

"When I met her eyes, it was like the world stopped moving. There was a connection there, unlike anything I'd ever felt before. When I finally met the Princess, I could feel what I saw. Someone just as broken as myself. One who knew death. Who'd seen the things I had. I remember inviting her to share a drink after the Games. Was it a date? I could flatter my ego and say yes, but it was more just two souls who felt a connection to another for the first time in a long time. We shared some experien...

I must admit, writing in a journal, expressing my thoughts feels rather.. foreign. I'm more for photographs when capturing moments to cherish them later. Maybe it's because writing requires me to actually reflect on my inner thoughts and feelings before expressing them? That, in of just itself, is something I've rarely been able to do. For as long as I can remember, I've always had to act calm and collected with a level head due to the expectations Father had for me. Even when Mother was lost to...

"I just....I need wisdom in my actions. I need...guidance. I know that we have a plan. He got the solution to defeat this Tyrant. To end his games. B-But....what if it isn't enough? What if we can't kill it. I don't fear my own death. But I fear dying before I can guarantee a safe future for the ones I care about..." He was frustrated. The weight on his shoulders, that is usually shared with his Brother, was more present then ever. He was sick and slowly dying. Each passing day his sickness was ...