Topic: story

Set when Cally was within the Canterlot Police Department. A cold breeze set the pace for the soft snowfall onto the streets of south Canterlot, a false silhouette of purity. 'The Cliff' was the nickname of the lower-income part of the city. The soft cloud of innocence that was dimly lit by the moon was the only source of safety within the area of The Cliff. A barely standing few neighborhoods consumed by gangs, drugs, and prostitution. It was just another night in 'Princesses Country' to the...

Pinkie had to be the last pony awake in Ponyville, she was only heading home to get some rest because Twilight had insisted after seeing that it was nearly 3:30 in the morning. The bed had, unsurprisingly, remained stoic and accepted the weight of a Twilight who had fallen asleep halfway through her allowing it to perform its one true purpose in Equestria. Pinkie heard the dull pomf from upstairs as she dragged her feet towards the front door, poor little Spike hadn't even made it to the stair...

Adherence is a curse. Adherence is a blight in the form of addiction. An addiction that when played out screams in the face of those that follow its dark definition. Adherence, over all else, is a word- but words have power. A vocal call, a spell, a command that is conjured up through the voice. ...

********BODY WORN CAMERA AVAILABLE FROM DARREN CUFFS #0287******** CHARGE 1: Hold 3 @ Equestrian Marshal Office - Warrant #F82139862, Aggravated Assault of Peace Officer - Serious Bodily Injury - Deadly Weapon, No Bond - Warrant #F29519284, Possession of Controlled Substance - PG 1 - 50G < 100G, 4,300 Bits ...

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 ...

"It's fuckin' hot, dog," said Corporal Persons with a coming sigh, the anger of boredom is evident in his voice before he leaned out the window and spat his small puddle of chewing tobacco spit out the HUMVEE window. He wasn't incorrect; the Syrian sun emitted such a strong radiance of heat among the sands of the desert. We could barely even rest our hooves on the window because the metal of the vehicle was scorching, each time we attempted it felt as if our skin would melt to the metal. What ma...

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...