Friendship Letters

Envoy Ambient Waves Her Radiant Highness Princess Acallia, Zephyr Kingdom Your Highness, I believe I must amend my previous report. This morning, Ponyville seemed perfectly ordinary. The streets were lively, the weather agreeable, the ponies cheerful. I felt almost embarrassed recalling what I had written before. But by evening, the familiarity had thinned again. I can’t describe it well. There are sounds that should always be present — hooves on the road, insects at dusk, distant conversa...

Envoy Ambient Waves, Zephyr Kingdom Diplomatic Corps Her Radiant Highness, Princess Acallia  Your Highness, I remain stationed in Ponyville as ordered, though I must confess the situation is becoming increasingly… difficult to quantify. I hesitate to use the word “unnatural,” yet none of my training accounts for what I am observing. This evening it rained again...soft, steady, unremarkable at first. I went outside to check the gauges. The ground shimmered with droplets; my coat darkened as...

I’ve read your reply again and again, trying to find comfort in your certainty... in the promise that '', that what we see are only tricks of light. But with respect, how can you say that? You wrote that you’ve “” and that we cannot rule him out. I wish that made me feel safer, but it only deepens the unease. If even you must turn to him for counsel, what are we facing? And if it truly were his doing, would it feel like this? Discord’s chaos laughs... this is silence. He breaks patterns with ...

Norman would stand up and shoot blood from his right nostril. This blood would congeal on the floor like a slimey black mucus. Norman huffed and puffed until he said, "Snot nosed brat... You want to see a fight?" Norman clenched his paws as he would yell out in pain. Arms that look like his but stretchy and long. These four arms that shot out of his clothes would follow the hooded stranger who basically just kicked his ass.  The arms would sharpen like dull knives in the air that cut quick. One ...

I know everypony is tired of hearing about “the Dash Event,” but I can’t stop thinking about what I saw tonight. Nothing spectacular happened...no lights, no thunder...just a feeling that the world has started to slip. It began at Sugarcube Corner. I stopped by after dusk; the lamps inside were warm and steady, the air smelled of cinnamon. Pinkie handed me a slice of cake and said, “Morning’s almost here!” I laughed because it was clearly past eight in the evening. But when I glanced at the...

Envoy Ambient Waves, Diplomatic Observer of the Zephyr Kingdom Her Highness, Princess Acallia of the Northern Courts Initial Observations — Ponyville Region Your Highness, ...

I write this not as a scholar, but as a witness to something I cannot reconcile with the world I thought I lived in. It began as a sound. Not thunder, but something far heavier, a noise that didn’t strike the ears, but the mind itself. The air grew still. Birds stopped mid-flight. Even the Everfree Forest fell silent. Then came the streak, a line of light so sharp it felt like the sky had been cut open. The textbooks say nothing can move faster than light... that the speed of light is the ...

Well, that was a lot easier than Nar had thought it would be. When his old teammate, Red, told him that Ponyvillle High was looking for a new hockey coach, he had expected there to be some sort of test or something. Instead, when Nar walked into the office of the administrator in charge of appointing a new coach, he got a short interview, and was asked a few questions. At the end he was told “You’re the only applicant who’s even played hockey before. When can you start?” Turns out, there was ...

Amy would look at Norman's gun with excitement as she would stroke the cylinder. "Guide my hands, Norman." She would kiss the gun and caress the barrel. "Yes... Vanquish my foes. Kill them all." It was like she would be nearly brainwashing the gun, but truthfully, the bullets would nearly shake in the cylinder. The large syringe-like bullets had a horrifying liquid, The Hollow Body. This desperate liquid was living and it was hungry for bloodshed.  Amy would grab her knife and hold it in her ...

Amy would be getting home after signing for her upcoming role. It was a horror anthology that focused on body horror and gore, titled 'The Heart-throb Diary'. She was nervous about this role because she hadn't been in a movie in a minute since she had a baby.  Amy would be near Norm's office, so she would check up on him and Gehenna.  Amy would have stopped at his office door and pressed her hand on the door. She would listen inside and there was music playing. Something smelled... Off. It w...

Adeena stares into the mirror, and it stares back at her. A light aqua-colored hair that gradients into darker shades as it flows gracefully around her delicate features; Slit-eyes like that of a reptile, purple and complex in their unsettling beauty; Brown chitin, smooth to the touch like skin yet hard and jagged at the edges. She raises her hand, grabs at one of the slight outcrops at the side of her chin, and pulls it, ignoring the pain and the blood that follows. Only a sliver of the chitin ...