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Chapter 3: Sunlight, Foals, and NeedlesThe warming rays of Celestia's sun rose over the treeline, encasing a slumbering pegasus filly in its golden glow. Scootaloo lay atop Ponyville's tallest hill, the blanket of sleep beginning to fade.
The orange shape stirred, the invasive sunlight launching a full-on assault on the filly's eyes.
"Where..where am I?" She squeaked, voice still raspy from lack of use.
She glanced up at the position of the hands on Ponyville clocktower, where a certain brown earth pony was in the process of fixing the gears. The clock read 7:45.
She couldn't place it, but that time seemed really important to her. She stared at the tower, letting the sleepines
Chapter 2: Desperation of the Chapter 2: Desperation of the Lone Heart
Celestia's sun sank further towards the horizon, stars slowly revealing their presence as though they were ethereal fireflies, dotting the endless skies with beauty. Scootaloo sat alone in the empty clubhouse, its old wooden walls showing a generation of wear and tear, adventurous times long past...
"I miss them so much..." she whispered sadly.
She reached an orange hoof up to a collection of tattered and faded fabrics, once the symbol of a group dedicated to finding the mark she would never have. As she ran her hoof over the capes of the former Cutie Mark Crusaders, she felt tears welling up in her
The Antimark. An MLP:FIM fanficThe Antimark.
An MLP:FIM fanfic by Dashie.
She tried not to fidget too much as she stared at the room in which she was placed. Although she had seen it many times before, albeit under much less grave circumstances, the approaching verdict made her breathing short and her heart rate quick. Scootaloo, the last of the CMC and certainly the last in Ponyville without a cutie mark, flitted her wings nervously as she awaited Nurse Redheart's return. Soft hoofsteps outside the door caused her to hold her breath, hoping her results were in the green. As the door creaked open, revealing a white mare with a nurse cap, Scootaloo broke the immense silenc
Twilit TomeTwilit Tome
A violet hue in the skies above
A thirst for knowledge; a love
Each phrase brings a new delight
Tomes upon tomes of worded might
A never ending quest to seek
Ideas new, thoughts to tweak
The shelves in her mind lay bare
Soon to be filled by this studious mare
A task so simple but so complex
Any mistake she corrects
Checklist here, quills and ink
Purple mane, streak of pink
A library in the twilight of dawn
A baby dragon surpressing a yawn
An owl soaring up above
And to each, she shares her love
Each novel brings a newfound light
Inverted thoughts brought upright
A thirst that cannot be sated
Friends were once o
Mirror's EdgeThe Mirror's Edge
Stop and look, What do you see?
I see the imprisoned soul within me
The one who knows the lighted path
Who barely understands hate and wrath
Why do I keep him deep inside,
Pretend he's someone I need to hide
When I know the world loves him more..
I know..I've seen it all before
With this shell I can't break out
I'll need to try a different route
I'm running but standing quite still
I'm overrun by this crippling chill
I know what's right, but nevermind
Another way I'll always find
To bring myself to hell and back
Sympathy for myself, I lack
I put these trials onto me
Straining my eyes just to see
Mollie's Ribbons I grew up in a small town just a few dozen miles from the closest water sourcea slowly shrinking aquifer that squatted underneath the seat of Thompson County, our neighborly border. Fortunately, we hadn't yet been quite as devastated by our annual droughts as those in Oklahoma and Texas. Rumors would occasionally drift in with a tumbleweed traveler about how bad the deep South had dried up into nothing but an old dusty lake bed, but these flashes of news were too few and too far between to be counted on as up to date or even true.
Once, I heard one of my distant cousins, a boy by the name of Harold, was said to have been caug
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