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 Fluttershy was walking through Ponyville. She went about her business; she had to stock up on food for the animals that would be hibernating this winter. She walked leisurely, making sure not to bump into another pony. It's a beautiful day, she thought; the sun was still warm, even if it was autumn, and the sky was clear for the first time in weeks. As she turned a corner, she heard familiar voices. She quickly hid behind a building. Wait I can't eavesdrop on them, it was a bad thing to do. But still her fear locked her in place "...Help her. It's eating her inside. She doesn't have enough courage to talk to her. She's scared." Wait is t

***WARNING*** The following story does contain references of blood, so if you're the queasy type, either get mature really fast or skip this fanfic altogether. *** Something... felt wrong. He collapsed on the ground. For the first time that day, he made no attempt to save himself from the impact. It wasn't his choice. His body froze as the gun was pointed at him. Nabi's eyes were open the entire time, even as he crashed against the ground. However, he felt nothing. No pain. But it didn't matter. The bullet had already taken its course. The cat knew that time was running short. For those few moments, at least he was spending it with Doki.

The first story of the Fever Dreams, written as an entry for the Thirty Minute Pony Stories Blog Prompt "Celestia Remembers", from July 11th, 2012... "As a Mother" The War of the Witches, my child? Why would you wish to hear of that old thing again? Can I not entice you with tales of some foreign land, of some gentle race beyond our borders or, perhaps, of some sweet pastured place now lost in time? No? Ah, yes, your curiosity suits you. It certainly complements your mark. Forgive your sovereign though if she chooses this evening not to tell you stories of great battles. No, tonight is not for flags flying above armies of brave ponies, or

Great Celestia, how Scootaloo hated the rain. On each and every other time the pegasis prepare the make i train in the night, she had arranged a sleepover with one of the other Cutie Mark Crusaders or both. Today, she had fallen asleep while doing homework at Appleboom's. After making a lame excuse, she had ran out the house and back to Ponyville. Or at least, the edge of Ponyville, where no-one would find her and find out about her secret. That she was all alone. No parents or other relatives. Or none that she knew of. She was left at the Manehattan orphanage with only a name, a doll and a blanket. The same possessions she had now. She sig

It was a beautiful Saturday morning. The sun was warm. The Pegasi had kicked away all the clouds. Birds chirping. And it were these birds that woke up Ditzy. "Mhhh?" she mumbled as turned in her bed. Her eyes fluttered open and a smile appeared on her face.  But it quickly turned into a shocked expression when she thought she smelt something. Only thing was: she wasn't thinking it, it really happened. "Smoke! Fire!" she said. Her eyes narrowed in fear. "DINKY!" She jumped out of bed and galloped to her daughter's room. Her heart sank as she saw that the bed was empty. She ran down the stairs, searching franticly for her daughter. She saw

Dawn broke slowly on Manehattan. The city was already awoken and full of noise - of course, Manehattan was possibly the one area of Equestria that never slept - but now there was the distinct sounds of hustling and bustling; morning workers piling into offices and setting up for a day's work; market stalls being constructed and furnished, laden with goods of all kinds to sell in the squares; retailers turning over the "CLOSED" signs on their shop windows and opening the doors wide to custom. Ponies of all kinds were waking in a way that was clouded over with disappointment and dread; even the weather reflected the general mood as a low mist c

There She Is-Step 1: "There She Is!"  It seemed like just a typical day for him as he stopped at the vending machine in the center of the city park for his favorite cup of fish coffee. The machine whirred mechanically as the fish splashed into the cup. While he was taking his coffee from the machine, he heard a distinct splat noise like someone had just dropped a cup filled with liquid. Curious as to what or who had spilled their drink, he glanced towards where the sound had come from and…There she was!  Her cheeks were a flushed a cute pink as the long, white rabbit ears perched on her head twitched a bit. She stared at him for five

A cat with a green scarf and a rabbit with a pink bow held hands as they walked passed a sign saying, “No interspecies relationships.” They may be breaking the law, but they don’t care. The two decided to just take a nice lovely stroll down the city, and nobody could stop them. Finally, they can be together alone. No more crowds, no gangs, and especially nobody throwing food. Today is a day of rest. Just relax and take the day off. After all, yesterday was a whole day of action. First Doki leaving for Paradise, then Nabi chasing her back, and the whole airport fiasco. Now they can just lay back and spend their time with each ot

Friday 1 June 2012. 3:00 AM. Amber woke up. A small crank lantern on the desk, the room was nearly shrouded in darkness, the outline of things visible through the dim lighting. Next to it, an alarm clock facing them read 2:58. The curtain drawn, the street lamppost cast a dim glow into the room. Still in the position she was in as she slept, she mentally replayed a conversation that transpired between she, David, Nick, Sparks, Larissa, and Vivicia yesterday. For the past five weeks, the six of them had been studying four days a week. Happy to be off for three days, Nick had suggested that they all spend the next three days in Vegas. When e

Saturday 3 July 1976. Anton Torrez and Clear Rivers took a walk through Griffith Park in Los Angeles. In a shopping cart in a sleeping bag lay their son, Apollo. On their way to the carousel they walked, no other mode being available to these three. As they crossed several acorns and pine-cones and maple-leaves, they picked up each one along the way.   CAROUSEL. "Here we are!" Torrez said in a high-pitched voice, revealing a mouthful of razor sharp teeth. "Have fun!" Rivers shouted in a soft suppressed voice. The boy sprang out of the cart and into the gate where he quickly forked over a dollar to the man in the straw hat and

Sweetie Belle hovered an apple at her mouth and took a bite.  Rarity had given it to her as a reward for staying out of trouble that day. She heard a crash and bang to her left, behind a gizmo repair shop.  Turning down the alley, she saw Scootaloo smashing her hind legs into a trash can.  "Whatcha doing?" she asked. Scootaloo turned toward her in shock.  There were dark streaks below her eyes.  "None of your business, hornjob!" she shouted, frowning fiercely. Sweetie Belle's magic fizzled in shock, and she dropped her apple.  She'd never heard Scootaloo use tribalist language before.  "H-hey!" she said, but Scootaloo brushed past her, win

"What's that, you say?" Josephine Sweetcorn asks. "I am proud of my son and grandsons," says Barbara Ruth Seville. Everyone in the diner turns their heads to see what the fuss is about. Sparks, on his way to the kitchen with a tin tray full of glasses, hears building commotion in the background. He turns his head to see others beginning to stare at an elderly lady he sees everyday of the mid-week in the afternoon, and another younger one at the same time on weekends. He can detect fireworks on the way. "Do you really mean you love and appreciate them as your own blood, or do you see them for the tremendous success stories that they bring?" "S

Nabi was just standing in front of the machine, rubbing vigorously with a damp rag. He has been doing so for nearly an hour, and wasn't going to stop anytime soon. Slowly, the graffiti was fading into the cloth, which gave the cat a little smile. He disregarded that the cloth was starting to look like the smudges of dirt on his clothes and his green scarf. The sun was out, though the source of light didn't make much of a difference in the cold breeze that Nabi felt every so often. Surprisingly, the city was eerily quiet, even with what happened earlier that day. But that didn't matter. The worst of the worst is over. It's time to relax after

----School Returns---- Nabi rushed down the street as fast as he could. As he was running, he was filled with both doubt and regret. He heard the news from Grey Rabbit this morning, but couldn’t believe it until many people around the city started talking about it. He ran down the street and stopped, where many other people around his age were looking with the same disbelief. He pushed his way through to realize that Grey Rabbit was right. He and many others had to go back to school… Now due to the recent riots in the city, many of the schools had shut down, for some of the teachers were skipping to riot in the city. Some were ju