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Friendship is Magic 02 Chapter 1: Arrival
Hey there! Time for chapter one! Please enjoy.
I don’t own My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
It was a sunny day in the small town of Ponyville. All of the fillies and colts were out to play as the hard working stallions and mares were going about their daily routines. Not much has changed in the past twelve years. Twilight had decided to go back and check in with Ponyville. She not only did so to fulfill her current mission but also to catch up with old friends as well as complete the preparations for the next Summer Sun Celebration. It was once again being held in Ponyville which prompted Twilight to convince her teacher to let her take care of it. After getting a yes, Twilight was off to the small town. Normally she would have just flown down but today the royal guard insisted on sending her off with a couple of body guards to escort her the entire time. Much like her first arrival in town, Twilight’s ca
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Just so you know, we’ll be entering a long flashback later in this chapter. Anyway, it’s time for some progression!
I don’t own My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic!
Another uneventful day on the farm. The storm drill is over so it’s just the four of us again. I then think to the colorful pony I met the other day
She said that I reminded her of somepony…
The only ponies I look similar to would be my sisters…
I pondered on that thought for the rest of the work day. Could Rainbow Dash know my sister? Then that brought me to another important point: Pinkie Pie. Before I had time to even think about her, Blinkie and I were called in for dinner. When we gathered at the table, I finally had a chance to think. Dinner that night was grains as well...
~5 years ago~
I look across the table to see a large, pink ball of fluff. That would be my older si
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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