Friendship Letters

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...

Torch wakes up in comfort this morning. A soft bed beneath her, a thick blanket covering her up, and the coziest pillow under her head. She keeps her eyes closed, not yet ready to get up. It's not time yet. Patience. ...

it was raining. drip, drip, drip. how long had it been raining? she couldn’t tell. how long had she been here? where was she? a million questions she couldn’t be bothered to think of, nevertheless ones she could remember. something was wrong, then nothing. nothing was wrong. she was a good soldier. partaking in their glorious new Empire’s change of government. His prized asset. . .whatever her name was. none of that mattered anymore. a good soldier. a good girl. nothing of this doing was he...

"hello might as well say it, am bored and this is recorded so don't even try to find me" crimson said as he had miscellaneous items on a wooden table. "now first thing first before i begin don't use these against someone or anything because i will not take any responsibility for your actions" crimson said as the camera was moved onto the table then, a crystal statue set a piece of paper with a hard to understand writing only know to crystal empire. crimson use a simply quill and some odd col...

Her eyes slowly open as she's stirred from a foul, far too brief night's rest, something nagging at her to get up NOW. Her ears twitch as she sits up, bleary-eyed, a large sheet of soggy cardboard falling off of her. It rained again last night. Despite her makeshift cover, she's soaked. It's not light out yet, but her inner clock tells her it's early morning. ...

It was late. The observatory she now resided in, Canterlot central out of the side of a mountain, was dusty and unpacked. It had been a while since Asteria had moved in, yet the majority of the old items that came with the abandoned Observatory she’d gained custody of. The aura of her horn lit the singular, circular room up. Her eyes rested upon the glint of a reflection. . Asteria’s eyes widened, a step backwards, one forwards. Her eyes closed, counting to ten, before she pulled the dust-infec...

Torch is having a pretty good day. She's just taking a leisurely stroll through town, not a care in the world - as usual - when she spies something curious up ahead. Picking up the pace as a food vendor comes into view, her smile turns into a look of pure disgust upon realizing what's being sold. PICKLES. This ruins her day. ...

//Part 2. Music because why not. https://youtu.be/0qANFllirxg Howling wind slowly gives way to total silence. The bright glow of a flashlight illuminates the surprisingly spacious caverns of the mineshaft. Stone intermingles with ice, and a bitter cold permeates the cavern. The remnants of what used to be a mining operation sit half-frozen scattered about the cave. Soft hoofsteps are the only sound to be heard in these tunnels. As any creatures who might have inhabited them left long ago. ...

It was cold. So, so cold. The sun beat down heavily on Spirit’s prone form, but… still… she was so cold. She wanted to shiver. Try to get something to warm herself up but…. She couldn’t get her legs underneath her. She couldn’t move. She tried to suck in a breath. She couldn’t. The ground underneath her was so cold. Why was she laying here again? What happened? Why couldn’t she move? Her half lidded eyes would trail downwards. What was that liquid she was laying in? It was crimson. Was that h...

Warning! This highlights the criminal origin of Sid Michaels and the origin of his wicked art. It features described crime scenes, blood, minor gore, and most importantly Death. So please avert your virgin eyes if that is something you would not want to delve into! ...