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A New Sound - C3“Vinyl Jennifer Scratch, please stand.”
Vinyl bolted to her hooves, stumbling slightly as she stood before the judge. To her left stood a motley assembly of ponies in a jury, that together formed a judgemental rainbow of colour and expression. A couple of them glared, though most seemed fairly nonchalant and bored. One chocolate brown mare was even tapping at a device laid on her lap. Vinyl could probably appeal to her later, if it was iPone then she had an ally on the bench.
The judge, conversely, was a very dull grey, perhaps as much with stress as any natural colour he may have had. His overcast coat juxtaposed with the silvery wig atop his head, which made it very hard for Vinyl’s eyes to follow his own steely gaze when it practically sparkled by comparison. His overall dim colour made it very difficult to hold back yawns when she looked at him. Vinyl preferred colour and light, she wouldn’t have been surprised if his cutie mark was a breezeblock with a frow
BrokenI’m a broken girl,
Welcome to my world,
It’s a basket case,
But it’s for me.
You may look and laugh,
And cut me in half,
Yet it’s the only place,
I can be free.
Because in this crumbling world,
I see many a girl,
But none look the same,
Not like me.
Is there a plan to this mess,
A great truth to confess?
A sweet girl to blame,
One like me?
Still I stand in this world,
Yet I want to hurl!
Because the unknown is beaten,
No angels can I see,
Just more unworthy,
Too bitter to sweeten,
Yet I’m stuck in this world,
While my innards swirl,
I’d be a glorious pearl!
Somewhere for me.
Yet with my hair all in curls,
I join other girls,
but finally free,
My heart’s question never dying,
As its hope keeps on flying,
A fluttering beat,
Struggling to bear me.
Will I ever know her?
Oh, I wish to implore her,
Will you ever love me?
A New Sound - C2Vinyl eventually emerged from the bathroom amidst a rolling fog of condensing steam and shampoo fragrance. She trudged into the kitchen with her mane and tail still encased in a pair of towels, softly dripping a sparse trail of water onto the floor as she passed through the living room. It would dry long before Octavia noticed, Vinyl thought.
Vinyl leant against the doorway, watching Octavia busy herself around the kitchen as the pan sputtered and spat. The whole room was bathed in the delicious scent of vanilla, as well as the French toast itself. That wholesome aroma promising a delectable breakfast, a breakfast Vinyl was afraid would come back on her if her nerves kept on like this.
Octavia glanced over her shoulder, noticing the slightly damp Vinyl in the doorway. She smiled in a passing manner, before trotting over to attend to a violently hissing slice of toast on the pan. Vinyl had to admire the skill Octavia had with tools, she herself would be useless without her horn, and cou
Gateway - C1Kate forged her way through the moors, her boots sinking inches into the clods of dirt before she wrenched them up into the air, sprinkling soil as they prepared to plunge once more unto the peat. She allowed herself a small, warm rush of smugness as she mentally applauded herself for changing into wellies, before her foot came crashing down in a puddle.
Sighing, she swept the muddy water from her skirt with sharp flicks of her hand, before staring off into the distance. A small log cabin sat upon a hill, a pillar of silvery smoke rising into the otherwise cloudless sky. It was a quaint, little sight, though she wished Carson had built it nearer the entry point.
She snorted with a frustrated jolt of her chest, sending two plumes of steam into the air ahead of her as she folded her arms, and continued her stomping path through the marshland. Field work was not her favourite job when it involved freezing moors at the tip of Scotland. Much warmer memories of time spent on the African coas
A New Sound - C1Mornings were not Vinyl’s domain, that was a well known fact to everyone in her life. It could be argued that her job had made her this way, late nights and the bright lights of nightclubs had made her numb to the subtle, creeping advance of Celestia’s sun as it clambered over the distant rooftops to slip between her curtains.
However, despite her job being mostly to blame, there was one other, small reason that caused Vinyl to bury her head further in the pillow than usual this morning.
A court proceeding, as Octavia promptly reminded. her. She poked Vinyl in precisely the place she knew would cause her to jerk out of the bed, leaving her spread eagled in a toga formed from the bedsheets. Octavia trotted up to the edge of the less than graceful heap of white sheets and white pony, already awake and ready for the day.
“Vinyl, you need to get up, you‘re expected there two hours from now.”
Vinyl sighed, causing the sheets to flutter with her breath, before s
Fleeing Stars: IIIConsciousness worked its way through the frozen haze in Lynette's mind. It warmed her brain, bleeding down into her muscles as she tentatively worked them, testing their ability. Her eyes dragged themselves open, taking time to focus on the situation around her.
She had survived the encounter with the creatures. Memories crawled like glaciers through her mind, with phantoms of the creatures still roaming over her mental vista. However, she was still left to the elements in nothing more than a t-shirt and jeans. The sun was still far off, not even the finest sliver of its influence had touched the horizon yet. Out here, the wind seemed to tear through her skin, chilling and suppressing her like a horde of angry spirits. She needed warmth fast, or she wouldn't survive to see the sun.
The cold was a wholly different enemy. It couldn't be outrun, or brought down with a weapon. It slowed her body and mind to null her efforts to escape it. The perfect predator, it beat on her relentlessly, p
A Canterlot HauntingThere is a phenomenon few know about, that graces the Canterlot Performance in the deep hours of night. The baritone performance of travelling stallions would cease, the crowd unleashing the required applause as the performers bow out with all the attempted grace such ponies can have. The murmur of small talk and criticism would simmer to nothingness, and as the cleaners swept through the aisles, cleared away the rubbish and ruin of the night, it would begin.
Many of the younger or newer staff members had ridiculed tales away with an sweeping hoof, having heard too many stories of pranks and hoaxes. The high, floating tone of the cello in the breeze would go unnoticed. Many of the staff had surrendered their efforts to find the very obvious hidden gramophone, while others still found the melody too ethereal for their ears. The midnight cleaning staff refreshed its ranks quite often.
It was as the cleaners shuffled out the door, elder stallions chided by the young ones for their naivety
Fleeing Stars: IIHer first instinct was to move. The beast's hulking frame crashed to the floor not even a second after she rolled out of the way. Lynette brought herself up to a crouching position, swivelling the gun to the creature's head, and hastily yanked the trigger. At the final instant, a muscular arm swatted her gun upwards, causing it to pepper the ceiling with buckshot. She leapt over the ruined bed, as claws slashed through its wooden frame, very nearly disembowelling her.
She allowed herself another, sharp breath, her first since spying the creature, before she loaded another round into the chamber. The gun resounded another decisive clack as she pumped the round in, and the creature glared down the barrel at her. A tail she hadn't noticed beforehand flicked angrily from side-to-side, as the intelligent eyes bored into her. A slight tensing of its muscles followed, then the creature launched itself at her, claws reaching out before it.
Her instincts screamed at her to fire, before realisin
Fleeing Stars: IMoisture hung in the air; stagnant and heavy with its time imprisoned. Within the air, dust fluttered delicately in the many, tiny breezes that stirred its presence, yet existed in such a heavy abundance that the figure making its way through it felt it was necessary to part it like a curtain, sending twin clouds of the overladen air gyrating in her wake.
The figure stopped at a doorway, peering round as it edged inwards, every muscle seemingly geared both to leap forth or run out at a moment's notice. Sharp, narrow eyes scoured the room, and pierced the shadows that clung to its edges. A short, silent sigh rushed a cluster of shredded debris passing by the shrouded face of the nomad, causing it to cartwheel into a nearby wall, and shatter into tiny flecks of dust once more.
The room was fairly unremarkable, and devoid of any memory of its previous comfort. The window was no more, and even the crushed memory of the glass it had held was smothered by the debris from crumbling plasterwor
Eren Yeager x Reader One-Shot: His Hero
Being forced into training after being attacked by the Colossal Titan has caused all Hell to be released into Wall Maria and threatens all inhabitants of Wall Rose. It's only been two years since you, Eren, Mikasa, and Armin were pushed in the Trainee Corps. Just being there the first day was harsh enough to drive people to their limits, sending them back into the fields to work hard labor. The sincere intimidation from Keith Shadis had shown the wretched truth as to why some people had signed up in the Trainee Corps in the first place. It made you sick to see that people joined only to live in the luxury of the Military Police Brigade where none of them had to face the horrific creatures known as Titans. You, on the other hand, were planning to join the Survey Corps where you would be serving a purpose; whether it meant you would lose your life the next day.
"WHAT'S YOUR NAME, MAGGOT?!" Keith continued on with intimidating the Trainees as he w
The Fridge3:02 a.m.
I woke up slowly and groggily, in the sort of half-dreaming way that you do sometimes. There were a few disoriented moments in the dark, as my mind sorted reality from dreams, before I knew where I was. You were asleep, curled up next to me with your arm over my midriff, your hand resting on my belly underneath the sheets, making me feel safe.
My stomach gurgled urgently, and I realised that I was incredibly hungry. I looked over at the clock and saw it was 3 a.m. I usually sleep soundly, but hunger always manages to get my attention over any kind of sleep. It wasn't as if I had gone to bed hungry. The leftover serving bowl on the side cabinet formerly full of ice cream would attest to that fact; however, my belly was unconvinced and continued to complain. Nothing else to do, I suppose, but get up.
I slowly and carefully pick your hand off my belly and move it to one side, trying not to wake you. A bit futile I suppose, it's not like I can move with much stealth these
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When I was younger I had many imaginary friends. Short ones, tall ones, some looked like cats or dogs, but none of them could compared to Mr. Thing. Mr. Thing, when I was younger, was a cute little teddy bear my mother had given me when I was three. Despite my imaginary friends he was all to real, cuddling me at night and keeping me company during the day. I carried him everywhere, and had refused to go anywhere without him up till the age of seven. Though even after I had stopped taking him everywhere I had still carried him around the house as if he were able to save me from dangers.
I had explained to him that I didn't want to take him to school anymore because he'd get dirty, and of course he had understood. Patiently waiting for me to return home to play with him. When I would come home he was the first thing I went to; where he would then sit, and help me with
WonderlandThe woman called Alice walks alone through the hollow streets, a seed planted in her sterile heart and a rifle sleeping in her belt. Last night, she'd witnessed the popping of Pérignon, and a dazzling display of fireworks, complete with alcohol-polished emotions and hundreds of thousands of citizens pulsing rowdy fanfare. She'd netted her highest number of kills that fateful day. Blood still rests in the creases of her palms.
A streetlamp greets her brightly with its mild glow, and alerts her to a dirty and disheveled homeless man groveling for money on the other side of the street. The young couple next to him give a feeble attempt to back away, claiming they have none to spare.
"Lies," Alice whispers. She can easily see the pearls jingling from the lady's neck, and a well-crisped suit guarding the young man from the night chill. Money is more than expendable to them. And this city could do without this attractive mask of a couple. They, too, are expendable. Alice begins t
Suicide and RebirthI stumbled upon a beautiful girl who was listening to loud music. I asked her,
"What kind of music do you listen to?"
She took out one earbud from her ear and replied,
"I listen to many things, sir."
"Like what?" I ask with curiosity.
"I listen to the breeze of the wind and the sound of the rain slamming on the roof during the stormiest of nights. I listen to the laughter of children when they play on the playground. I listen to the humming of the birds and the buzzing of the bees." She says.
"What beautiful things to listen to." I smile. "Do you listen to anything else?"
She smiles. "I'm glad you've taken an interest to my taste of music." She continues. "I listen to the pecking of woodpeckers and the howling of the wolf."
"The heart has its own song as well, sir. Do you hear it?" She asks in a tender voice.
"I do not." I say. "What does your heart sing of?"
"My heart sings of the rattling chains coiled around it, constricting it tighter and tighter as life drags on. It
23. Befriend Me - Jake English x Reader
It was you 17th birthday, you didn’t want to do anything with your friends this year, for one they were all busy and didn’t really have time to go. You didn’t fret though. Your parents promised you that you would get to go on a special trip, just the three of you. You arrived at the campground, the forest trees a dark shade of green, and the sky, a beautiful shade of blue, not a cloud in sight. You all set up your tents, your parents are giving you space, so the tents are spread quite far apart.
You stepped out of your finished tent and looked around, there were other families in the area as well, most with younger children than yourself. You told your parents you were going to check out the forest for a bit, they replied with their favorite line “Be Careful.” You walked slowly taking in the scenery, until you bumped into a taller looking boy.
“Ow… I’m so sorry!” You said softly.
“It’s quite alright dear.” He look
Water Runs in My Veins I break the surface and feel the waves embrace my into their icy, yet soothing arms. Once I am completely immersed, every inch of my skin tingles. My bones seem to melt to match the temperature of the water, and my movements become fluid. I deftly plunge deeper, feeling both the cold and the warmth rush past me with every stroke. The pulse of the ocean beats against my skin; it is alive. I open my eyes to take in the scene. I can't see clearly, the images are blurred. Still, I can make out soft hues of color. I reach out and feel the hard, smooth surface of a rock, resting amongst others. I feel a rigid plant, and my hand even grazes the backs of a couple of slimy fish. With each connection made by my senses, I feel a rush of adrenaline. I am truly unlimited when I'm under the sea; my fears have been washed away by the white waves.
Growing excited, I continue to venture deeper into the dark depths. Soon, I feel wisps of seaweed brush up against me, tickling
Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess and a handsome prince. The prince was a little older but the princess didn't mind. He was like a brother but very, very cute!
But the princess had an evil, mean, stinky older sister who always took the prince away from her! This made the princess very sad and angry!
She wished she was older...that way she could have the prince all to herself!! So one day she prayed to the stars and wished to be older!
"AND IT CAME TRUE!!!" Brianna screeched in her room. She stood in front of her mirror and struck a few poses. The clothes draped on her, and the heels were way too big for her feet. They were heels, bright red ones from mother's closet! Her dress of choice was the most beautiful one out of her mom's closet- a lovely blue sparkly dress which flowed outward like a mermaid dress. However, when Brianna wore it, it looked like a bag.
That's not all she had "borrowed." Her mother's jewelry always lay in the jewelry box on the dresser. It was
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