A branch hit her across the muzzle and left a sharp tang of blood on her trembling lips. Tears streamed down her cheeks and nose as she made a sudden turn and snatched the offending branch in her teeth, pulling and twisting it violently. The wood broke with a loud snap that echoed among the dark trunks of the forest. The trees loomed high above her in the still summer air as the forest fell silent again. Now the stillness was broken only by her frantic sobbing and struggle for breath.
The forest seemed as if it was listening.
She spat out the branch and looked around hopelessly. She had no idea where she was. She hadn't looked where she ran
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Roots of a Heart: Prelude
Celestia soared gracefully across the dark, starless skies. Her strong wings carried her with only the occasional slow flap towards the gentle red glow of the sunset on the far horizon. Below her the endless oceans and fields flew past in a blur, tiny lights now and then flickering in and out of existence among the rocks and trees. Occasionally she turned her head and let her deep purple eyes follow the lights as they faded away behind her. A sad and gently caring smile graced her regal face. The distance seemed to grow with each passing year, the end-point slowly drifting away with the ages.
Descending finally through the cool air, her gold
Roots of a Heart
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Mare in the Mirror 1
A My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic fanfic.
Tags: Adventure, Alternate Universe, Dark, Romance, Sad
This story is a sequel to Fillystata.
Trixie is haunted by nightmares and begins to question if she let Twilight down in Dappleshore. When her dreams filter through to the waking world, Trixie scrambles for answers. How far will it take her, and can she face the mare in the mirror?
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The bleak, clinging darkness of the moist earth wrapped around her body like a tomb. Her unblinking eyes saw only the deep blackness of the void, but down here she had no need to see. Down here she was
Mare in the Mirror
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Fillystata 1: Antecedent
A My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic fanfic.
Tags: Alternate Universe, Dark, Romance, Tragedy
At a fair held in the town of Dappleshore, Twilight stumbles upon something from her family's past and is drawn to investigate. But will she succumb to its sinister influence, and can Trixie and Luna set their differences aside to help her?
The title and certain themes were inspired by the song Filistata by Stolen Babies. The plot is loosely based on The Case of Charles Dexter Ward by H. P. Lovecraft.
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Prologue
“The Great and Powerful Trixie presents, live on the main stage of the C
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Twilight Eats a Book by adcoon, literature
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Twilight Eats a Book
Twilight Sparkle, Ponyville librarian, lifted an old book up in front of her. The violet glow from her horn illuminated its cover evenly and perfectly as she leaned closer and squinted at the slightly faded title. “The Ice Cream Book,” she read.
She turned it over. It had a scratch on the back, in the lower left corner. Twilight picked up her quill, dipped it carefully in the ink, and made a note on the scroll beside her: “Ice Cream Book, The: Faded title on front cover, 'e' in 'ice' unreadable; Scratch on back cover, 1 inch from bottom, 0.5 inches from left, 0.5 inches long, top-right direction”.
While the quill mov
Stars …
There are billions of them, and sometimes they just hit you in the face!
“Ow …”
Applejack was still catching up on events. As far as she was aware, she was currently trotting down Chestnut Lane with her sister, Apple Bloom. The young filly was telling her about her day at school and all the things she was looking forward to. The apple trees were in full bloom by the side of the road, and they were not the only things blossoming, if the young filly's enthusiastic and frequent mentions of the new colt in school were any hint. In other words, a perfect spring day where the whole world felt light as a breeze &
Coal smoldered merrily under rows of sizzling, slowly rotating ponies as the sun crawled to bed behind the mountains. Smoke and little flames from the dripping fat licked and caressed their lean, roast bodies, spreading a sweet, heavenly scent among the chatting dragons. Laughs and fragments of conversation drifted around Spike like eddies as he wandered through the crowd, carrying his plate and grinning at every dragon he knew.
"Lookin' real good, Crackle!"
"Ruargh!"
"You got it!"
"Yo, Spike mah dragon!"
"Hey, long time no see, Bruta! Good luck in the ring tonight."
"Hah, don't need no luck, Spiky!"
"Damn straight—Heya Tiny! How's you
Come a little closer, my friend. Let me tell you a secret. This is not a tale of Trixie, the Great and Powerful mare whose deeds and exploits are many. Neigh, my friend, this is the tale of one fateful night on the long and lonesome road to Dappleshore, and a doe-eyed little filly called Lulamoon
Squeak!
The wheels creaked, and the old wagon jerked as it came to a standstill in the cold drizzle. Lulamoon blinked awake and peeked out from within the small protective cocoon of blankets she had made for herself, staring ahead at where the road wound its way through the fog. She had dozed off again and lost her come-to-life spell.
With
Some days it never stopped. It could go on and on, filling every waking moment until the seconds groaned under the strain. Celestia grit her teeth. Her pen spun slowly around and around, pressing down hard in a slow grinding motion against the antique mahogany table. A thin line of smoke rose angrily from its tip, and her eyes were narrow slits glaring hellfire at the back of the room as if she could burn a hole right through the polished marble.
With a long, deep breath she refocused her gaze on the reports in front of her, making a new valiant effort to get everything sorted out before the midday meeting.
" seventy million for the R
Pinkie Prefers her Pasta Plain... by adcoon, literature
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Pinkie Prefers her Pasta Plain...
Itching eyes never lie, but that day Pinkie Pie stuck her hoof in the wrong one. It was, as she was about to learn, one of those very special anything-can-happen days, one of those days when the wake-up itch was in the wrong eye. She soon found the right one and gave it a vigorous rubbing, really digging her hoof in to get the itch out of there. Big brilliant blotches of pastel danced across her drunken vision as she sat up in bed and fluttered both her eyes at the room.
Somewhere in the mess of her tangled tail, under several layers of soft, warm blankets, something stirred from its rest and began poking about in earnest. Pinkie giggled as
I used to wonder what nightmares could be
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A thunderous roaring of hooves and wild cheers shook the ancient stonework and columns of the starlit colosseum. The scene was alive, more alive than it had been in ages, perhaps in all the years and centuries since the first note was ever played in its heart. Everypony who was anypony was there, hollering and stamping with wild abandon as if to outdo each other. Their shouts and adulations were cast back and forth across the grand open space, where a regal figure was making her way towards the lonely player at the center of all the attention. Such was the din and clamor that the young pr
The Pony Who Wanted to be a Real Puppet by adcoon, literature
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The Pony Who Wanted to be a Real Puppet
Big Macintosh wiped the sweat from his brow and quietly wondered what in Equestria he might have done to the princess to deserve such a blazing heat on the day he had to plow the fields. Looking up at the clear blue sky the sun seemed to gaze down upon him with radiant glee. It was a day more suited to lounging under an apple tree with a cold mug of cider than working the fields, but work was work and it all had to be done. The big pony moved his straw to the other side of his mouth in a determined expression and continued his slow trot over the field, the plow leaving a deep cut in his wake. If he worked hard he could be done before dinner a