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The Night Is Ours The Night Is Ours
"Nightmare Night! What a fright! Give us something sweet to bite!"
"Ooh, great costume!"
"What kind of candy did'ja get? Lemme see, lemme see!"
"I'll trade you some candy corn for a lollipop!"
The fall was in full swing, and another Nightmare Night had descended upon the land of Equestria. In the town of Ponyville, the homes and buildings were decorated for the season, as colorfully clad figures darted about to and fro. The children-and some older ponies-were collecting candy both to enjoy for themselves, as well as for the later offering to the Goddess of the Night, while others were passing out treats, admiring costumes, running game booths or playing them. Most of the homes were lit up and involved with the season in some way or another; this most glor
The Sweetest Cider is Diamond White - Chapter OneChapter One
Let's Go to the Halt
"Buckweiser, Spirits..." the orange mare said to the barstallion, resignation and weariness heavy in her voice.
The stallion, High Spirits, performed a minor double take at the pony who had graced his humble bar with her presence.
"Why, Miss Applejack! A pleasure to see you again. Rumour had it that poor Ponyville had lost it's prodigal daughter, and yet here you are."
Applejack smiled back at her old friend, "Nah. Let's jus' say that Dodge Junction couldn't handle the likes a' me." High Spirits noticed her demeanour seemed tinged with a sadness he'd not often seen in Applejack. Normally the farm-mare would raucously regale him with boasts of how this year's batch of 'Granny Smith's 4X Hard Stuff' eclipsed the previous harvest's, and how it promised to knock the socks off anypony unskilled in the art of drinking. This usually before she'd even taken a sip of whatever beverage took her fancy on that occasion.
High Spirits quickly filled the
Getting Back On Your Hooves Ch. 1
Chapter 1 'Unexpected Encounter"
by Kendell2 and Raikou Artist
"Well, it's nice to be back in Canterlot; so much has changed!" Twilight said as she continued walking, excitement in her voice. Sure, she'd been here a few times since she'd moved to Ponyville, but this was really the first time she'd been there just to relax and reconnect with her roots, as opposed to a party or being called to save the world from an ancient evil that escaped its prison. She remembered Rarity's friendship report after Twilight's birthday; don't be ashamed of your roots. That's what had compelled her to come do a little reconnecting with where she'd come from. "Isn't that right, Spike Spike?" she asked, looking back at her assistant to see him falling quite far behind.
Spike panted, struggling to keep up. "Yeah, Twilight," he panted, stopping to catch his breath. "Can I... Can I please ride on your back?" he asked, unable to keep up with the excited Unicorn mare. "I know you're excited, but I can onl
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
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