Friendship Letters

Shining down on the forest below, plants bathe in the sun's glorious light. Wind blows calmly through the trees' leaves. The nearby river flowed smoothly and occasionally licked at the bank. The flowers awoke and revealed their beautiful colors. Steps in the grass moved through the grassy terrain, closer and closer the garden of new and old blooms alike. More so to the red flower that stood out of all of them. The steps stopped right in front of it... Then, the flower felt something... It cou...

Seafoam stare deep into the Ponyville night sky, transfixed upon the distant stars. She didn't move from her seat on the grass in an hour, lost in the expanse of black and the speckles of white, a sky so vast her mind could not comprehend its infinite depth. Yet, here she observed the impossible to convey. Her perception of the sky had grown tremendously since her vampony transformation one week ago. From gazing to perceiving, from awe to wonder, from dying-- to undead. Her previous methods of...

Canterlot at night is a beautiful sight. But for many years it's been kept this way by the many ponies who fight for and defend it. Ponies like (although bounty hunting is quite the grey area), or (-) Seafoam Wake. Others that protect the innocent like the guards, or medics like . Some hunt demons, dark creatures that escape from Tartarus or lower, while others stand to the ponies who have lost their way. On the other hoof, there are the few that stand up against the unknown, the unexplained, ...

A dark sky void of stars blinded me in my natural appeal I've seen this show a thousand times in a different light some time before The repetition is unnerving Finding itself inside of me yet again ...

It had been five hours. Five hourse since Trish had been locked up in royal dungeons. Under guard. He'd been under the impression that he was a rather trusted individual on the royal grounds given his presence there during his mother's time as an ambassador to the princes, and moreover, as a rather esteemed physician and researcher...so this was quite odd to him. The only questioning he had recieved was immediately as he was arrested. They had asked him if he had recently accessed the forbidd...

As much it is a coveted feature among ponies, Fruit hated being all poofy. It's noticeably harder to move faster than a scuttle and completely disables his flight capabilities. This doesn't even include the stray foal or god forbid, a full grown pony lofting on his back every now and then, trying to share warmth, as if his coat isn't burden enough!

Dear Princess Celestia, Ma always said that a good leader listens to her ponies. I hope this reaches you because me and my brother really need your help. You see, me and my brother live near dodge junction on one of the apple farms. Im sure you heard what happened after the buffaloes attacked. It killed Ma, and we dont know where Pa went. We really need your help, because we are working really hard! And a scary stallion in a buisness coat says that if we wanna keep the farm, we have to give...

A few days into kindergarten, and Everglow is already being bullied. Fortunately, the little one followed Lock's advice and reports it to the teacher, whom (who?) promptly calls the parents of both sides. Long story short, Lock had to confront an adamant bully's parents which escalated quicky. After patching himself up and covering the gryphon claw marks under bandages, Lock introduces Everglow to comfort food, this one being a waffle, a scoop of ice-cream on top, and a whole lot of toppings....

Today was a special day. Perhaps one of the most important days of the year for the lovestruck investigator: Hearts and Hooves day. It was a little early, at least a week and a half, but that was the tradition they've followed since their first time spending the holiday together. Carmine could hardly wait for the holiday to come around back then so he decided to reveal his surprise a week early to his lover. It began with breakfast in bed. Then lunch in bed, followed by dinner in bed. He even we...

Emptiness. Complete emptiness. A clear area of pure nothing. Nothing but clear white. Not a sound. Not a smell. Not a sight. Nothingness surrounded me. Why was I here? Wasn't I just visiting dreams a moment ago? Wasn't I just solving a pony's nightmares a few seconds ago? How did I end up here? What even was here? Everything was starting to move. Shapes and figures were appearing and being made. Grass along my hooves were appearing. Soft and comforting. A breeze was going through my mane. My sur...