Topic: story

The sun rose high over the clouds of Las Pegasus, the bright yellow ball, cresting the various buildings of the metropolis with a large reach. Orange hues met the skies as Flam Flimflam sat at a tea shop of the city, relaxing temporarily, and with slight tiredness before he would begin todays work. He sat back and sighed, wearing an old brown cardigan, and simply taking a break from this fast paced, never-ending life of his. he breathed in for a moment, the fact that he already no doubt, had pil...

BGM (https://youtu.be/wgqmVp4rJeE?si=U85TaIxEMX4IKgZK) Long ago, a family bore their first child. A prospect of which the new parents had excitedly prepared for many years in advance. However, when their child was born unto them, excitement, and joy, turned to resentment, and fear. ...

There once lived a man, full of spirit, and cheer. Though raised by parents who cared very little, he found comfort in the company of his friends. In particular, he grew close with his cousins, whom he regarded as sisters. As the man grew up, he declared his intent to combat the darkness of the world with kindness, and joy. ...

"Life rarely turns out exactly the way we want it to. For most, navigating the unexpected is simply a part of life. Though it is easier for some, than others. The man who's heart was once full of joy, and cheer, was crushed by the departure of his close cousin. Though he tried his best to live a happy life without her presence, it had become far more difficult. As time went on, his remaining friends were pulled away from him. Some by choice, others by circumstances. All the things that once b...

Dear Princess Celestia, Hello again, old friend. It's certainly been a while since I last wrote to you, hasn't it? Heh... Well, perhaps it has been from my perspective. Perhaps from yours, this will be the first letter you ever read of mine- time travel can be oh so difficult like that. Wibbly wobbly, and what have you. I digress. The reason I am writing you again takes precedent over my ramblings. For me, it has been a while since we have last spoke. Oh so long old friend... Oh so very long. Y...

A dusty book stands before you, and from it, pages unfurl like a great sea of language, before starting at its  very beginning. The book seemed tattered, almost ancient, but also new, as if from its very torn appearance, came something new. "The Holy Glow" By Sister Glowing Heart ...