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Cirque du Cutie (chapter 1)
Twilight narrowed her eyes as she brought them level with the test tube in front of her. This part of the experiment required absolute precision and she didn’t want to have to clean up the mess if something went wrong. She took a bottle of blue liquid and slowly poured it into the test tube until it reached the single teaspoon mark. Letting out the breath she had subconsciously been holding, she put the bottle back on the shelf above her and carefully levitated the test tube out of its stand, preparing to slowly pour it into another bright green solution before her. She wiped her brow, it had suddenly become twice as hot in the library, and slowly tipped the test tube over, the blue liquid slowly inching toward the edge and—
Furious pounding from her door suddenly snapped her out of her concentration causing her to jump in surprise and release her telekinetic grip on the test tube. She watched in horror as the test tube fell, almost in s
My Little Pony: Friendship is TragicIt was Pinkie Pie’s 100th birthday. She says this will be the last party she ever throws, or at least she says this to her guest of honor-Princess Twilight Sparkle. Her parties do not show her age, in fact, as she grew older it seemed just the opposite. In her late years, her eccentric side only grew, but not at all in a way that was bad, oh no. Perhaps it is better and simpler to say, as the gap between her age and the vigor of her parties grew further apart, it merely became more and more apparent.
At least, Twilight easily recognized this fact. Perhaps she was the only one.
Pinkie’s parties were always a great time to be had, in her younger days. And her age only brought greater wisdom and more party guests, so Twilight supposed her parties had grown even more terrific than ever.
Still, despite how Princess Twilight reveled in having her friends’ extended families all together, and in one place, and how sincerely proud she was as she watched how the bonds of friend
Lunarium Chapter I (My Little Pony Fanfic)
Chapter 1
Everyday I Wake Up In A World Without Magic
As her eyes opened, only pieces of the dream remained. She remembered herself standing by the side of five ponies. All of them had been trembling violently and sweat ran down their foreheads as they all stared at the thing before them. Amidst smoking ruins, it had risen from the ground, torn from the boundaries of reality. Bright lights flickered across the dark, and in the far off distance there was the sound of a thousand laughing children.
They sounded happy, but all their glee did was send shivers down her spine and her heartbeat into a frenzy. Inklings of her sanity dripped away as she‘d gazed into the eye of madness itself.
And then a mouth filled with a thousand teeth swallowed her whole.
Even now she was shivering and covered herself as much as possible with the blanket. In the dream she had stood together with five others, ponies unknown to her, and that nightmarish tear breaking into her dream had been
Freefall Chapter 1: Beginning Descent Her hooves flailed wildly as she spun head-over-hooves down to Equestria. The wind around her seemed to be carrying her, no, slamming her down toward the ground. Her iconic glasses fell from her face, leaving her wide red eyes exposed as she spun upside down in the free-fall. Her normally-messy mane fell into her face and obstructed her vision, making it all the more terrifying. Below was an empty field. At least she wouldn't land on anypony by accident, she thought crazily. In her panic, she didn't even think to scream. The unicorn was falling headfirst, hornfirst, into the ground, and in a moment her bones would snap as she hit the ground at Celestia-knows-what speed. She closed her eyes
and then Vinyl Scratch woke up screaming in her bed.
"Vinyl! Shut up!" came her roommate's tired voice. During the day, Octavia's reaction might have been something classy like "Do be quiet, Vinyl," but this was the middle of Princess Luna's night an
Silence Silence
Most dreams are silent. I have traveled through thousands of young pony’s dreams, so I know this better than most. When a filly or colt with a quiet life and clean conscience slumbers, their dreams are as quiet as a drifting snowflake.
I was in a scary-house-of-hallways dream, however, and a scared filly’s frantic trotting and crying made this dream especially noisy.
“Mooom! Daaad!”
I explored every hallway, looking for the troubled child.
“Where are you?” I cried.
Since she couldn’t hold still long enough for
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