Friendship Letters

A mind clicks back into place. Foggy at first, stirring from an extended period of vacancy.

Day Three. "The Prosecution calls the Defendant to the stand." Nar rises from his position at the defense table, and is escorted to the stand by the bailiff. As he sits, he is sworn in, and the prosecutor approaches the stand. ...

//in order to not have a storyline about a trial take as long as an actual trial, I will be splitting the witness testimony segments into their own stories. I'll only be addressing the most important testimonies, leaving the ones with less impact on the storyline out. Day 2, Asuka Yakushi. After being called to the stand, Asuka is sworn in, and Litigious Exculpation approaches to begin questioning. (https://youtu.be/RJ5eklOlrQE?si=UrImyqOzj3xHHCFb) ...

7:30 AM, Canterlot Courthouse, Courtroom C, Lobby. (https://youtu.be/3tgDWKlJsSM?si=KzOFV7m1iGNEIToz) Asuka Yakushi and her family sit patiently outside of the courtroom as her mother quietly reminds everyone about courtroom decorum. She's been drilling proper courtroom attire, and how to act inside into everyone's heads for the past few days now. It makes sense. She is an attorney herself, after all. Though, she deals with the civil courts, not the criminal courts. Though, the principals...

(( An off-season short horror story. I don't think I've ever posted this one, seeing that it's been sitting in my WIP folder for a while so.. Have at it! ))

1/9/25, 12 PM, Solaris Amphitheater, Canterlot. (https://youtu.be/YQSeg8QrW2M?si=dt0QUNq_E0iYwXP7) Scrappy peers out of the amphitheater's west tunnel, to a packed crowd. With a capacity in the tens of thousands, there isn't an empty seat in sight. It's the first time she's playing in front of a crowd with her new band, and it's by far the most important performance of their entire careers. Panic grips at Scrappy's heart, and she feels herself becoming faint. "My music career is over." She mu...

Beautiful Love, the younger sister of PB. Though separated from each other at her birth Beautiful Love was put up for adoption in a foster home within the multuverse. Now was the foster home a good one only time would tell.  As a filly Beautiful Love had to put all her faith in the caretakers provided for her and the others. She was a special foal one of the few born as an alicorn. Those with control over the foster homes' finances treated Beautiful Love better than the other fillies and foal...

After a long day of travel, Attack on Mango was happy to have made it to their hotel in Canterlot. With the holidays over, and a new year beginning, it was time for Attack on Mango to finally make their move for the number one spot on the Equestrian music charts. Juno unlocks the door to the suite the band will be staying in for their stay in the capitol. It's a snazzy 2 bedroom suite with a small living room/kitchen area, 2 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, and a VERY luxurious bathroom. Not to mentio...

When PB lost her memory she felt no rage, no remorse but rather a simple peace that she hadn't felt in a long while. She passed out a way from most civilization not knowing what would await for her. As ponyville became more open to different species she, now a peanut butter pony applied for a role as a royal painter and artist hired by Prince Artemis and later on Princess Luna in another universe. She herself always favored the royalty of the night as if understanding even if just a small bit. W...

Tiny hands push on Nar's arm until he begins to rouse. His eyes begin to open, and his ears pick up a voice, but his brain doesn't quite process the words being said. The bed shakes slightly, and Nar finally turns to see who keeps pushing his arm. There, the excited face of Cookie bounces up, and down, just barely peeking above the bed. "Papa! Santa! Santa!" Instantly, Nar is wide awake. He begins to shuffle out of bed, only for Cookie to take off out of the room. Nar slips his slippers ...

"Ma'am, I have good news for you." The purple unicorn turned around in her swivel chair, her red eyes glaring at the stallion who had entered her office.  "Make it quick," she said.  "I have a hanging scheduled for this evening." "One of yours?" the stallion asked, a slight hint of teasing in his voice. The unicorn nodded.  "Is it ever not?  If it's not a criminal I found, it's a so-called 'criminal' I own."  She stood up, her face obscured by the shadows in the room.  "Now, tell me what you ...