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Syncenator
#1
It was Nightmare Night and Kookyshy was baking some cookies for her daughter Brownie Swirl, who wanted to give the cookies to ponies in Ponyville during the Nightmare Night festival tonight, when suddently she heard a loud scream of her daughter. Kookyshy was shocked and quickly ran into the room of her daugther to look what happened. But once she arrived at her room and couldn't find her daughter the candles in her entire house get blown out by a heavy breeze blowing through some open windows.
Kookyshy was worried about her daughter and scared of the scary sounds that came from outside and used her fire breath to fire up a candle and carefully continued looking for her daughter. After she couldn't find her inside the house Kookyshy is headed towards the door and carefully opened it as she got scared to death by her daughter Brownie Swirl, who was wearing a Timberwolve costume and is accompanied by a female Unicorn friend from Ponyville, who helped her to perform a spell for all the scary effects.
Brownie Swirl then explained her mother Kookyshy that she just wanted to scare her for Nightmare Night and Kookyshy started to laugh and blush and hugging her daughter and told her that she was scared and worried about her. Afterwards everyone went into her house, where Kookyshy was handing out the fresh made chocolate cookies to Brownie Swirl and her friend, who then went to the Nightmare Night festival and had a lot of fun there together.
Lula Vieve
#2
Year after year
I cheer as the time draws near
Costumes and candy I see
Everyone's spirit gives me glee
Decorations galore
I couldn't ask for more
It's freaking bats!
I love Halloween
Wolfbane
#3
Not the best in writing spooky but, here goes nothing!
Manifesto of a Princess
To every juncture, the ceremonial fall of leaves drop in decadence to the death that awaits them.
And these supposed ponies and other souls that walk among them celebrate on this event?
Oh, how Schadenfreude runs deep in your iron blood. Elicits such an atrociously delight of laughter.
How little you realize this.
Hoards of your guttersnipe minions
Sieges to one home after another, chirping the chanted 3 words 'Trick or Treat'
Till every. Single. Drop. Of rotting sweetness is withered from abodes.
Your daft designs of illusion, you carry on in merriment!
Bountiful gluttony as far as the hills can touch the sky!
The equinoctial year.
Centennial.
Millennial.
This suspended slumber; imprisoned, I look on.
A day of jest, asinine.
You celebrate, in heed of my name. Like Banners, you fly and hold so dearly.
On a day that many call 'the annual death of life' eluded to my mind.
So My Little. Blessed Ponies. Your cognizance to the abysmal darkness lives with a beating heart.
Endure the feeling of encampment in a domain, in which you can never truly leave.
It suffocates you, a heart seeking to claw out from its cavity for rest from the fear you psychologically trigger.
The organ in your throat drying to swill the little air that is left to muster!
And when the blur of chaos comes forth, it is cold. Empty in void.
Nightmare Night.
Should I give them one forth, the true definition of a nightmare?
Words and eyes that stab like daggers?
Give a sensation of both release and dread of it's burning sting of my visage?
I feel you all have had your array of 'leisure'
It is time for my own, Divine Comedy.
Gen Tonic
#4
The flesh creeps over bone
across lips escapes a groan
writhing in the cold air
disbelief, how could this be fair
Contorting in pale light
a face full of grief and fright
Bones breaking
Breath quaking
Coarse hair erupts
from skin tears and cuts
Canines become longer
Jaws become stronger
Heaving and crying
are now snarls and sighing
An unwavering gaze
brought on by a full phase
All senses are amplified
The howls will leave them terrified
Red Ink
#5
Skeletons are skinny
I know this for a fact
Werewolves prowl the streets at night
And much like City Bread those dudes are stacked
But that is neither here nor there, I'm not frightened, I do not care
Though there is one beast I truly fear
That would be the grizzly bear
Frosty
#6
The night draws near
The sky bleeds red
There's nothing to fear
As she lays in bed
Sighing into the air
She rose to stand
Leaving her lair,
Shadow draped the land
Approaching the door
The darkness grew
The creaking floor
Was nothing new
She saw her fair maiden
Adorning night's dress
Her legs were shaken
And her lips no less
Numb and solemn,
She walked into the night
Broken at the bottom
Her heart was not light
Ignorance is bliss,
Her lady did say
Longing for a kiss,
Yet her words were at bay
Making a turn,
Walking away from such beauty
Oh, when will she learn
This love was not her duty
She took a right
As her heart sank lower
Such was her Halloween fright
Heart beat slower
Now face to face
With evil's blight
Her love had no trace
Of beloved's might
She welcomed this feeling
That pierced soul's vibrance
There was no time for healing
She married the silence.
Ephemeria Spring
#7
Being sick shot out my creative side, but here's a short one to compensate!
Despite the many frights of Nightmare Night
There was still no reason to stay awake hiding in the light
Tucked away in bed was a drowsy silly Ephee
To her, sleep was always oh so easy
Butterscotch Ormand
#8
//When I read "short story", I thought something like 1-5k words, not like a couple of paragraphs, so my original entry has been scrapped in favor of rewording some song I wrote in Calc instead of paying attention. Let's see what some kid with no formal musical education can create after exclusively listing to emo music for the most recent 25% of his life. Enjoy, if possible.
It's over
I can't believe you're gone
Now I'm sober
But that battle's barely won
Not that it matters
I'm just as useless without you
I walk through ladders
Hoping bad luck will take me too
It's over
All that we used to have
It's all colder
Nightmare moon has seized my head
They're just memories
All the good times I had with you
And some fantasies
Of what I never said to you
What the hell is going on
What did you do that's so wrong
To become a sacrifice
For some unjust poltergeist
I miss you; this is true
And all that we were gonna do
'Day of the Dead' has new meaning
Now that I know my life's fleeting
It's over
Luna's night takes the sky
It's now darker
All I want to do is die
All the good times
Are relegated to memory
Oh how time flies
When all you have is fantasy
What the hell is going on
What did you do that's so wrong
To become a sacrifice
For some unjust poltergeist
I miss you; this is true
And all that we were gonna do
'Day of the Dead' has new meaning
Now that I know my life's fleeting
'Day of the Dead' has new meaning
Now that I know my life's fleeting
They say that the stars have a plan for us
to determine if we are worthy
that assessment is so fucked up
Since when were you worth less than me
The fact no one else has your grace
is truly driving me mad
If you're truly in a better place
I don't think I'd be this sad
What the hell is going on
What did I do that's so wrong
To deserve this mental anguish
That's giving me a death wish
What the hell is going on
What did you do that's so wrong
To become a sacrifice
For some unjust poltergeist
I miss you; this is true
And all that we were gonna do
'Day of the Dead' has new meaning
Now that I know my life's fleeting
'Day of the Dead' has new meaning
Now that I know my life's fleeting