Poll · 12:34am Mar 12th, 2013

Hi.

So, I can't figure out what story to work on for a Sproong Brick release. As such, I am asking you all, because making decisions takes effort, and I'm an indecisive person.

The stories, along with their tags and an excerpt to give you a taste of it beforehand, are below.

Note.a: excerpts are subject to changes at later dates.
Note.b: the stories are in varying stages of completion, from about 500 to about 2800

1) Compulsory

[Comedy]

It was at this point that Pinkie’s smile fell and she began to shake and jitter in place uncontrollably. Fluttershy took a step back in surprise. “Um, Pinkie? Are you okay?” she asked nervously.
Pinkie juddered for a few more seconds, before standing stock-still. Then, her face melted into a frown. “I’m doing fine, Fluttershy, but are you okay?” she asked sternly.
“Well, y-yes, I-” she stammered, before Pinkie leaned in so close that their noses bumped. Fluttershy’s eyes widened. “W-what are you-”
“What kind of shampoo do you use, Fluttershy?”
The nonsequitur caught her off-guard, not that it was unusual by now. “Everfree Natural Mane and Tail, with conditioner. But why-”
The poor pegasus was surprised again when Pinkie stuffed her face into her mane and sniffed deeply. After several awkward moments, she withdrew it and smiled. “Your mane smells nice, Fluttershy.”
“Um... thank you-”
Pinkie then proceeded to race behind her and sniff along the length of her tail. If it was possible, Fluttershy’s eyes widened even further, and a pink blush sprung into her face. “Your tail smells nice too!” Fluttershy almost fainted from embarrassment. Luckily, the mare ceased after far, far longer than Fluttershy was comfortable with. Pinkie hopped up beside her and threw a foreleg over her withers. “So, whatcha doin’ today, ‘Shy?”
“I-I was going to the market to get carrots for Angel and-”
“How’s Angel doing lately?”
“He’s okay, but-”
“Is he giving you too much trouble?”
“Well, it’s really not trouble, he just-”
“You would tell us if he was, right?”
“Of course, Pinkie, you girls are my best friends and-”
“Good. Anything bothering you recently?”
“Pinkie Pie,” Fluttershy spoke up in the midst of the barrage of questions. “Is something wrong? You seem different today.”
Pinkie stepped away and crossed her forelegs in indignation. “Well, excuuuse me for wanting to know how my friends are doing. And no, I’m feeling just...”

2) One Way Mirror

[Tragedy]

Twilight shielded her eyes and winced, as light entered her vision. It was nighttime outside, and her eyes were still adjusting to the castle’s illumination. The scarce lanterns along the paths weren’t as strong as these. After a few moments, she set her hoof down, vision adjusted enough for her to see.
The Gala looked drab this year. She didn’t know what last year’s had been like, but it must have been better than this. The sparse decorations were dull, like someone had covered them in gray plastic. The lights, while blinding upon their entry, seemed muffled. The sounds of hooves on marble and carpet, emitted by the ponies ahead of them and above, were distant. The grandeur of Canterlot Castle was less grand than ever.
Twilight sighed. Maybe I-
“You okay, Twi? Ya seem kinda-”
With a jolt, the castle exploded with color. The purple walls were suddenly shining, the lights were vibrant, and the chatter of Gala-goers amplified. Twilight shook her head, as the castle’s liveliness invaded her senses.
“-distant.”
She turned to the pony standing next to her. There, wearing an elegant dress, the same one she’d worn at the last Gala, was an orange pony with freckles. Applejack. The farmer’s Stetson-framed face shone with worry.
Twilight put on a reassuring smile. “I’m fine, Applejack. Just hoping this year’s Gala will end better than the last one we attended.”
Her friend’s face relaxed, forming a smile of its own. “I’m sure it will be. Especially for you, considerin’ who we brought this time.” She gestured to Twilight’s other side over her shoulder.
The smile held. Twilight turned to look at the pony Applejack was referring to. Sure enough, a stallion stood there. She took a long look at him, as her other friends went on ahead, the tails of their dresses flowing.

3) Humility

[I have no idea how to tag this]

“Maid!”
A young unicorn mare, wearing a frown on her face, walked into the room. The bedchamber was lavishly decorated, gold trimmings and frilly patterns abound. To its one inhabitant, that was the bare minimum. To another, it was a waste.
“Maid!” the pony called impatiently, not realizing that the pony he’d called for was already there. Mainly due to the fact that he hadn’t bothered to turn around. The mare decided to speak up.
“Yes, my lord?” she said, restraining herself from voicing the irritation she felt. As she did every day.
“Tell the chefs to make me breakfast.”
“What would you like?”
“Maid,” he said with a tone of annoyance. “If I wanted something other than my usual meal, I would’ve specified it. I do not like repeating myself. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Then go tell them. And make it quick! I don’t like to be kept waiting.” He turned and sat on his bed once again, closing the matter. With a sigh, the mare gave up.
“As you wish, Prince Blueblood.”
She left the room, the smug prince smiling at his little ‘victory’.
That pompous, arrogant, lousy, no-good... The maid muttered things in her mind about the prince. ‘Prince’, of course, being used loosely. He’s about as princely as a foal. Though perhaps a foal would be more worthy of that title.
And so, she went on to the kitchen, as she did every morning

There you go. Which would you like?

-Plyxe

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