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Trixie's New Big Red Life p 11Trixie was happier than she had ever been, since the circus everything just seemed to go her way. She used her refurnishing spell to fix the Apples' leaky roof, she found she was able to use magic on hay piles if she focused on the individual pieces, Applejack was teaching her how to buck for apples (took some getting used to), she seemed to be getting closer friendship wise to Twilight and her pony pals, but best of all she had been spending the majority of her time with Big Macintosh.
She had impressed him, not in the magical abilities department, but in the fact that she was willing to risk her life to save Apple Bloom and her friends. When he wasn't working the orchid or lending a helping hoof in Ponyville he was by Trixie's side, and she loved every minute of it.
This morning she had decided to attribute to the farm by cooking the family some grass pancakes; so far she was on her tenth attempt at making a batch that wasn't burnt. Granny Smith was there too, helping by taste testin
The My Little Pony Fanfiction Guide, Part OneGreetings, viewers. Thank you for taking a long deserved break from trolling any singer looking like Justin Bieber(I got sick of the comments after my cover of that Limp Biskit song--I swear I like death metal) and sitting down to learn how to write a good fanfiction.
But of course, you came in here because either you discovered the brony fandom and want to fit in, or you're already here and want to contribute to it more than learning from example and trying to recreate another Katy Perry song into the brony sense, but chose to do the song "Peacock" and found you made a song so dirty the FBI is now monitoring what you're doing right now.
In either case, this self-help article will help you learn how to write an MLP story that will gain attention, and will finally get you a feature on Equestria Daily. Depending on how long winded I am right now, this could be either one part, or several. You'll find out when I do.
LESSON 1: LEARN THE SHOW
No matter what you're doing, the first rule of w
The Night's Knight: Prologue“I will save you my princess!”
A helpless mare was surrounded by a pack of diamond dogs in their underground cavern. She looked to the entrance of the cavern, and beheld a sight that left her in awe and relief.
A kirin stood proudly there, clad in golden armor and holding a spear with his magic as he pounded his four hooves to the ground, ready to charge the enemies that stood before him.
He galloped at full speed, with his spear’s tip aimed directly at the surprised diamond dogs. In a flash he threw the spear to the one, which unfortunately missed as the dog estimated it’s trajectory. Luckily for the kirin, he teleported to the center of the group and gave a round of bucks to every dog’s head. The dogs soared through the room as the strength of each kick was felt by them, knocking them out almost instantly.
When all the enemies were defeated, the kirin trotted to the helpless mare and cut off the rope that held her tight. When
The My Little Pony Fanfiction Guide, Part TwoPART TWO: THE ORIGINAL CHARACTER EPISODE
Welcome back, aspiring brony writers. Now that you know the basic lessons on how to write a story that's better than whatever you wrote in kindergarden(or any of my first stories) you're on to the next step: creating original characters.
Why are we spending a part on Original Characters, or OCs? Because sometimes, you have a story that none of the show's characters fit in. For example, I have this really silly idea where a bunch of serial killers meet each other and pick at each other's flaws and guts, and clearly I'm not going to take the psycho Twilight and Pinkadema route LIKE I KNOW A LOT OF YOU DO...seriously, installing those cameras in your house was not worth it...
So sometimes you have a story that you want your own creation in and decide their personalities, and you will learn the greatest part of writing: It's the only field you can play God in and still get away with without moral consequences. After all, I decided the character I kn
Dragon that Would be Pony Ch. 1Part 1: End of a Dream?
I DO NOT OWN MY LITTLE PONY: FRIENDSHIP IS MAGIC. IT'S THE PROPERTY OF LAUREN FAUST, AND HASBRO. ALL RIGHTS ARE RESERVED TO THEM.
It was another hot and dry summer day in Ponyville. Princess Celestia's sun was shining brightly over the town and heating it up. The pony citizens were doing their best to beat the sweltering heat by any means. There were stands set up selling drinks or fans and other things to cool the ponies. Many others opted to stay in the shade as they talked with their friends, making the streets nearly deserted. Along one of the streets a purple dragon with green spines ran along with a smile on his face.
Spike made his way towards Carousal Boutique to run an errand for his mentor and friend, Twilight Sparkle. He was going to get a book on sewing from Rarity and return it to the library. Spike hurried as fast as he could to the white unicorn's shop to see her. His mind raced with thoughts of being with the pony many he adored and gawked at sin
Trixie's New Big Red Life p9Trixie sat on the floor in her room nervously as Rarity started to braid her mane behind her.
"Are you sure this is going to be fancy enough? Applejack said this was going to be their hundredth."
"It still just a hoedown darling, the attire is to be 'nice', not formal. But I just know this new do will turn that colt's big red head."
Trixie blushed. "T-Trixie doesn't know what you're talking about! The Great and Powerful Trixie does NOT have her eye on ANY colt red or otherwise!"
"Mmhmm. I understand entirely, he can be quite the gentleman."
"D-Didn't you hear what I just said?!"
"Yes deary, I heard what you said, but I also know what you mean when you say it. I can read in between the lines unlike some other ponies."
Trixie bit the bottom of her lip as her eyes darted about nervously, Rarity was on to her, more than ever.
Rarity finished Trixie's braid and moved around to her front with a smug grin. "And correct me if I'm wrong, but perhaps those feelings have gotten a little stronger?
Trixie's New Big Red Life p3Trixie followed Applejack out to the barn, her belly was full of a hardy breakfast and she had to admit, she did feel kind of peppy. With her new energy she doubted any task Applejack came up with would be too much for her.
"Alright ya boastin' loud mouth, ya wanted some real work well here ya go!"
Before them was a small field of corn looking like it was ready to be picked. It looked like it would be a total of a couple of hours work. A fence separated the corn field from a empty unplowed field.
"Yer job is to pick all of this here corn and put in to that little cart over there." Applejack pointed over to a small wagon cart that sat next to the fence.
"Y'all need to pick every last one without magic." Trixie held up her nose in a dignified manner.
"It's just picking corn. How hard could it possibly be for the Great and Powerful Trixie?"
Applejack smiled with a knowing look in her eyes. "Great. Come find me when yer done and I'll give ya yer next chore. Oh, and watch out for crows. We
Quality Time - Chapter 17 Pt2Quality Time
Chapter 17 : All In
Continued from Part 1 --->
Mumbo slowly looked back, having turned his head at the last second. Despite being a villain he never did care much for the sight of the more unsavory acts that came with his choice of criminal career. He much preferred the role of performer than executioner.
“Not my style, I know,” he sighed with a tinge of pity before rekindling his smile. “But every so often ya just have to take things to a whole new… huh?”
Much to his surprise as he looked down BeastBoy was nowhere to be found. Gone from beneath the giant glove that was still unchanged from its spot firmly planted on the ground.
“Where did…? How…?” Mumbo dropped to his hands and knees, squinting to see if he’d changed form and crawled underneath. Getting back to his feet he gave a wave of his hand and in an instant the enormous glove shrank to its regular size.
No longer barring view of the street it was now cl
HomesickI am the river's son,
my arteries flowing turquoise
and turning to rapids
rushing around my frame,
filling me with this sense
of buoyancy, minnows
tickling my sternum.
I am the river's son.
My palms caress each
silty shoreline, every
battered bank and bend,
and these places I know
so well become me
as my fingerprint,
even the bridge above me
inflamed by the afternoon
sun-glow, burning rusty and
the steel blue sky.
I am the river's son;
I bring my home along
like hermit crab,
where I step
I pull water from the earth.
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