You've got to be kidding...
Twilight was in the zone.
The zone.
She was halfway through the overwhelming pile of paperwork she’d been assigned for the day, and it was only noon. She was ahead of schedule, one of the paramount and most important reasons for this being her focus. The newest princess of Equestria’s talent in the art of immense concentration not only allowed for her to completely immerse herself in her work, but also to let everything around her melt into an indistinguishable blur, the goal of overcoming the threatening pile of paperwork before her becoming her sole focal point.
In layman terms: she ignored everything.
No heed was taken to the intense growling of her stomach, or the dry throat she had from drinking nothing but hot coffee since this morning. She could’ve sworn she heard knocking at the door, and perhaps even a certain baby dragon expressing his worry over her before giving up and stomping away, but she was so intent on her job that nothing could distract her. Well, almost nothing. There was just one thing.
She had to pee.
That urge, that pressure on her bladder that made her fidget with every paper completed. She could only ignore it for so long before she threw down her quill, dropped her current paper on the top of the stack and made a speedy dash to the bathroom.
Stupid coffee!
She soon returned, feeling much better after relieving herself. She glanced at the wall clock, curious but almost not wanting to know how much time she’d spent in the bathroom.
Two minutes. She blinked. Not bad, actually.
She sat down at her desk, straightened her stack of papers, and set them back down. Closing her eyes and humming to herself, she went to pick up her quill-
She peeked an eye open. Her quill wasn’t there.
She lifted her papers, checking first under the completed ones and then the unfinished stack.
“Hmph,” she harrumphed. She checked the rug under her desk, thinking she may have dropped it.
No such luck.
While she was down there, she decided to look under her chair, and then behind the desk, the sides of the desk, the area behind her chair…
She paused her searching to take a look at the clock. The princess sighed. She had just wasted five whole minutes looking for an easily replaceable feather. She returned to her position on the chair and took a deep breath. Then, finally relaxed, she opened her desk drawer and pulled out her box of new quills.
Upon seeing the contents, she groaned. The box was empty.
Again, she returned to the task of searching for the one she had been using before this mini-catastrophe had befallen her. She began looking in more unlikely places than before, including, but not limited to: underneath the flower pot, inside the flowerpot, in her coffee mug, the spot where she was sitting, on a nearby window sill, inside a drawer, in the flowerpot again…
The thought crossed her mind that maybe she could just go to the supply office and get another box. But when her eyes drifted across the clock, she knew that that would take much too long. She wanted to be done with her paperwork before lunch, and meandering around the castle would get her nowhere.
Not only that, but long-distance teleportation had the potential to set off a multitude of alarms. She didn’t want to have to explain to a squadron of guards that, no, she wasn’t in danger, that nopony had to check her pulse, blood, or urine, and that she had simply needed a quill and had teleported to the supply office to get one. What? Well, perhaps the actions taken may be a bit uncharacteristic for a princess so bent on rules and regulations, but- What? Changeling? No!
Twilight shook her head. What was she doing? She needed to find her quill, and more importantly, get back to work.
As time passed, and she still did not have her quill, she grew more and more agitated. After awhile, the thought began to fester in her mind that if she had just gone and gotten another box of quills, she’d be back by now and possibly almost done. However, she’d already thrown in her chips, and needed, absolutely needed to find this darned feather-
“Hey, Twilight-”
“What?” Twilight lashed out, whipping around to face the intruder. There little Spike stood in her doorway, arms shaking, holding a small box.
He blinked, his surprised, wide eyes mimicking the expression of one who had just been stabbed.“I- I saw that you were almost out of quills earlier, so I went to go pick some up…” He held out the box, which had a picture of an eggshell-white feather and was labeled ‘quills.’ “H-here you go… Sorry to disturb you.”
Twilight, who had been simmering in her anger for the past fifteen minutes, suddenly felt herself dipped into an icy cold bath of shame. “Spike, I-”
“No, no, it’s okay.” He turned his head away. “I should’ve known better than to bother you while you’re working.”
The small dragon set the box of quills down on his older sister’s rug, and then scampered away with his tail between his legs. Twilight flew to the door to go after him, but by then he was out of sight and could have gone either way down the hall.
Begrudgingly, the alicorn princess levitated the new box over to her desk, taking the old one and throwing it a bit forcefully into the waste bin. She opened up the pack of quills, dipped one of the tips in the inkwell, and began writing.
By the time she had gotten done with the first packet, she was starting to get back into the flow of things. She still felt awfully guilty about what she’d done to Spike, and a lingering frustration from the past half hour hung about her head, but she decided that she would make it up to her number-one assistant by taking him out for ice cream at his favorite ice cream parlor. And, who knew, maybe a good time with one of her lifelong friends would do her some good as well.
She levitated the first packet up and off the pile of incomplete paperwork, glad to be that much closer to freedom. She readied herself, and began to read the first few lines of the next packet when-
There sat her quill.
She’d set her paper down on top of her quill. And of all the places she looked…
Suddenly, the paper she was holding fell, knocking over the inkwell, and staining the top left corner of her desk and a good portion of the bottom of the pile of finished paperwork.
That day, all of Equestria heard the frustrated princess.
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I lost my favorite pencil once,
i still havent fully recoved from the emotional trauma.
Question: Is the part were the younger sibling comes and gives new writing instrument based on real life event or just added to fill a bit the story?
Other question: Will there be another part were she wants to apologies to spike, but over-react thinking he wont forgive her?
I could picture Twilight swearing profusely and as loud as possible after that.
You ever have...one of those days?
3395323 Can I use this as the short description?
3395244 Yeah, the temptation was there but I wanted to keep this rated 'everyone.'
3394962 Nope, none of my siblings are nice enough to do that. And no, although I may include this as part of a mini-verse I'm planning to (possibly) do, which includes the Flank War and another unpublished fic.
3394939 8tracks.imgix.net/i/000/333/047/c/sad-i-know-that-feel-bro-l-877-9359.png?fm=jpg&q=65&fit=max&w=1024&h=1024&fit=max
3395412 Ooh! Yes, by all means
3395439 Thank you
This is exactly what I do when i can't find my pencil anywhere. Then when i look at the least likely place after i replaced it there it sits trolling me.
3395412
You don't have nice siblings? Poor you.
3394939 I lost my favorite mechanical pencil 2 years ago...... I still haven't recovered from the concussion i gave myself.....
3395628
We should start a support group,
You bring the support, and ill bring the muffins.
And that is why Equestria needs ballpoint technology.
>>>Soft Shell
Support for all the little kiddies who have lost their beloved pencils
3395614 http://muffinshire.deviantart.com/art/EqD-ATG-II-Day-26-Pony-Searching-for-Something-323790553?q=favby%3AShadowWing09%2F43840702&qo=77
Same thing happens to Rarity
A similar thing happened, except I forgot I put the pencil behind my ear. I swear, you feel NOTHING.
That whole time I expected her to realize that her wings have feathers.
3395412 I lost my 2 favorite pencils at school.
My friends kept on playing with it. 
Why did I trust them? 
Oh, by the way, funny story. I love when Twilight rages at the end lol.
3395638
Are victims of pastel-deficiencies allowed to join?
3394939
Here,
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have a muffin
I like to think those two have a loose enough relationship to be taken in any direction, so I'll censor this from readers who like to place specific labels on them: Twilight needs to give Spike some apology sex.
3399301
*Is horrified beyond imagination*
3399321
YESSSSSS....
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3399342
*Shoves muffins in his eyes to hide the horror*
......
.........
............
*Realises shoving things in your eyes is a bad idea*
Ahhhhhhhhhh!!
*Runs around in circles and into a pole*
Happens to me all the fucking time. Nice story!
This fic gets my seal of approval.
3400069
wut duh hell
This is why I tie a long floressent pink string to my writting instruments. They become impossible to lose, and are rarely stolen or "borrowed" without permission
advantage of being an art student, you're never far from about umpteen billion pens and a few pencils too :p
1. You set the tone of the story within the first two paragraphs. It’s going to be one of those mock-serious types of humor stories, which I believe is one of the more common types.
2. I can feel what Twilight is feeling and this is a very good way to get the reader into what you are trying to show them.
3. This is a simple, yet relatable conflict. I personally have done this a few times and even placed my pencil on my ear and then search everywhere franticly only for it to fall onto the floor. It’s a very funny story that is simple but effective.
1. Going with Lesson Zero, maybe you could’ve done more with how Twilight was racing around looking for her lost quill. But as she has learned to control that through the lessons of the show, I’m a little 50/50 on that. It would’ve added a bit more comedy but at a risk of losing the personal connection that many readers may feel to this read.
I thoroughly enjoyed reading every word of this one-shot. It held up very well from beginning to end and I actually laughed a bit at the end. The only real bit of criticism I could give for this had to come from a bit of analytical thoughts and opinions so I’ll keep that to that, just an opinion. But it still doesn't take away from what this was all about and I praise you for that.
9.6/10
3419558 Thanks for the review!
3420096
My pleasure
I've finished this story's full on review. Hope you like it.
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I know this feeling all too well my friend.
Put pencil behind my and then forget it : i.imgur.com/sDzIjmw.gif
Find 20 minutes later behind my ear : i.imgur.com/4kjKLUO.gif
Congrates, I've decided to put this story as a Beast of the Best.
3620705
I honestly thought eveyone'd forgotten about this fic by now.
3621192 Well, obviously not
"Where the fuck is my.... oh wait, there it is."
I can totally relate to Twilight there. Been there so many times....
Twilight REALLY needs to lighten up sometimes.
Been there, done that, several times
I can relate to this...
Except when I lose my pencil I start blaming the world for it (new story idea)!
I would say I can relate, but whenever I lose my pencil, I just dig into my extensive supply of spare parts and build myself a new one.