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.
Year after yearI cheer as the time draws nearCostumes and candy I seeEveryone's spirit gives me gleeDecorations galoreI couldn't ask for moreIt's freaking bats!I love Halloween
Not the best in writing spooky but, here goes nothing! Manifesto of a PrincessTo 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 minionsSieges 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.
The flesh creeps over boneacross lips escapes a groanwrithing in the cold airdisbelief, how could this be fairContorting in pale lighta face full of grief and frightBones breakingBreath quakingCoarse hair erupts from skin tears and cutsCanines become longerJaws become strongerHeaving and cryingare now snarls and sighingAn unwavering gazebrought on by a full phaseAll senses are amplifiedThe howls will leave them terrified
Skeletons are skinnyI know this for a factWerewolves prowl the streets at nightAnd much like City Bread those dudes are stackedBut that is neither here nor there, I'm not frightened, I do not careThough there is one beast I truly fearThat would be the grizzly bear
The night draws nearThe sky bleeds redThere's nothing to fearAs she lays in bedSighing into the airShe rose to standLeaving her lair,Shadow draped the landApproaching the doorThe darkness grewThe creaking floorWas nothing newShe saw her fair maidenAdorning night's dressHer legs were shakenAnd her lips no lessNumb and solemn,She walked into the nightBroken at the bottomHer heart was not lightIgnorance is bliss,Her lady did sayLonging for a kiss,Yet her words were at bayMaking a turn, Walking away from such beautyOh, when will she learnThis love was not her dutyShe took a rightAs her heart sank lowerSuch was her Halloween frightHeart beat slowerNow face to faceWith evil's blightHer love had no traceOf beloved's mightShe welcomed this feelingThat pierced soul's vibranceThere was no time for healingShe married the silence.
Being sick shot out my creative side, but here's a short one to compensate!Despite the many frights of Nightmare NightThere was still no reason to stay awake hiding in the lightTucked away in bed was a drowsy silly EpheeTo her, sleep was always oh so easy
//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 overI can't believe you're goneNow I'm soberBut that battle's barely wonNot that it mattersI'm just as useless without youI walk through laddersHoping bad luck will take me tooIt's overAll that we used to haveIt's all colderNightmare moon has seized my headThey're just memoriesAll the good times I had with youAnd some fantasies Of what I never said to youWhat the hell is going onWhat did you do that's so wrongTo become a sacrificeFor some unjust poltergeistI miss you; this is trueAnd all that we were gonna do 'Day of the Dead' has new meaningNow that I know my life's fleetingIt's overLuna's night takes the skyIt's now darkerAll I want to do is dieAll the good timesAre relegated to memoryOh how time fliesWhen all you have is fantasyWhat the hell is going onWhat did you do that's so wrongTo become a sacrificeFor some unjust poltergeistI miss you; this is trueAnd all that we were gonna do 'Day of the Dead' has new meaningNow that I know my life's fleeting'Day of the Dead' has new meaningNow that I know my life's fleetingThey say that the stars have a plan for usto determine if we are worthythat assessment is so fucked upSince when were you worth less than meThe fact no one else has your graceis truly driving me madIf you're truly in a better placeI don't think I'd be this sadWhat the hell is going onWhat did I do that's so wrongTo deserve this mental anguishThat's giving me a death wishWhat the hell is going onWhat did you do that's so wrongTo become a sacrificeFor some unjust poltergeistI miss you; this is trueAnd all that we were gonna do 'Day of the Dead' has new meaningNow that I know my life's fleeting'Day of the Dead' has new meaningNow that I know my life's fleeting