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by on June 15, 2021
Torch turns on her phone's screen, navigating to Snapchat. It's one of her favorite things to do, posting videos. She gets a lot of replies that way. It's nice talking to her friends. The camera turns on, aimed at herself, and she slowly comes into focus, blue sky framing her yellow mane. "Hey, guys!" She begins. "Jus' another update for ya boys 'n squirrels." "Sittin' here on top'a my friend's apartment buildin', jus' chillaxin'." A couple clouds roll into the frame. "Had a pretty a...
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by on June 14, 2021
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...
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by on June 12, 2021
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. She waits several minutes, savoring the feeling of waking up somewhere comfortable. Eventually, she feels a shifting in the bed beside her. Last night's cuddle buddy. He's a sweet dude. As he gets up from the bed, Torch feels a soft peck on her cheek. She suppresses a s...
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by on June 11, 2021
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...
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by on June 11, 2021
It's been a few years, like... 3 years or so? Yikes, where's the time gone? I'm not planning on returning to this site, so a few of you can count your lucky stars on that one. I just wanted to drop in, check how it's going and I'm surprised it's still going to be completely honest! Aha, it's kinda a small place though to be fair. A few of you have been occasionally booping me off site over on my social media pages, a few of you have been ordering things from my Etsy and I wanted to give you gu...
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by on June 11, 2021
"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...
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by on June 11, 2021
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. A low sound reaches her ears as she shrugs off the remains of a dream. Never a good dream. Ears swiveling and eyes scanning the sur...
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by on June 9, 2021
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...
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by on June 1, 2021
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. "Just what do you think you're doing?" Torch questions the vendor, venom in her tone. The mare replies, "Selling pickles. Want one?" "Yes, I'll take one." She p...
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by on May 28, 2021
//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. ...
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by on May 26, 2021
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...
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by on May 26, 2021
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! 1977, A wicked experiment on children and adults was conducted to make potentially superhuman people under the guise of a hospital. This hospital was named Sunny Paradise general hospital. This was where it all started and en...
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