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  • E Memories We Never Had

    On a cloudy day, four friends find refuge at Rarity's Boutique over a barrel of cider and reminisce of a life not truly their own.
    4,880 words · 6,214 views  ·  807  ·  13
  • T The Literary Appeal

    Cheerilee gets an unexpected invitation from Ponyville's librarian, but her mother has other plans.
    44,500 words · 12,933 views  ·  1,471  ·  42
  • E The Time We Have Now

    Rainbow Dash is accepted into the Wonderbolts, but one pony sees their time is running out.
    8,989 words · 2,602 views  ·  172  ·  6
  • E Hop, Skip, and a Jump!

    15,337 words · 3,955 views  ·  127  ·  5
  • E Friendship is Rubbish!

    Three of Equestria's most famous presenters are in for a hefty task for their season premiere.
    3,074 words · 1,054 views  ·  57  ·  1
  • E Discord's Reign

    Discord was free for some time before the ponies got organized...
    8,691 words · 2,159 views  ·  57  ·  1
  • T Equestrian Writers' Convention

    Twilight and two friends are invited to attend a convention celebrating Equestria's storytellers.
    20,849 words · 2,758 views  ·  90  ·  7
  • E Eggheads

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  • 2w, 19h

    Almost finished with a new chapter of The Literary Appeal... you know, after a year. It's been...


    I've been through a lot these past twelve months. I was in an unhappy situation, reeling from the loss of my closest grandparent, stagnating my life one day at a time, going through the motions and generally just being... discontented with life. Pony was the only good thing at the time, on reflection. Friendships were strained and disappearing, and I was struggling largely with my competitive dreams.

    Since then, I've... moved away from all of that. I have a lot to be thankful for, and while I have garnered a whole host of new and even tragically poor problems, it has lended itself to a life of far more agency. I'm almost always living in the day and planning for the future, and writing took a backseat to it all. But as things are settling down and I have a better idea of where I'll be in six months... suddenly I am feeling the return to writing, and with that, a return to my favorite fic I've ever written.

    And I'm now completely rewriting the ending act. What was once supposed to take place over a single night at the party, we're spanning a bit longer. One thing I noticed before is that it was simply too heavy with the drama and did not lead itself to many other jokes than 'TWILIGHT IS PERVERTED.' Yes, I think after this long together, we've... noticed. So we're having a bit of a re-write, and as such, I'm enjoying the freedom that's allowed me. Before it was a crunch to get all my loose ends together in a single party, and now I can let them tie up much more naturally.

    Anyway, back to writing. Thanks for reading.

    6 comments · 82 views
  • 16w, 4d
    I have internet again!

    Yes, no more spotty, sometimes-esque web issues , pervasive roommates and borrowed laptops. While the desktop remains not -mine, it cannot disappear so easily.

    I look forward to reentering the digital age. And this was posted from my phone. Some punctuation related errors are to be expected.

    1 comments · 40 views
  • 22w, 1d
    I wrote something. "Can We Talk?"

    Here. I wrote a something a little while back. I've attached it here because I was working through some emotions at the time and I don't know where my mind was, but this is what's there and I really like it. I wish I knew what I was thinking as far as where I wanted it to go, but I feel if I do get wind of where I want to take this, I feel like you'll see this show up properly.

    As for The Literary Appeal, I actually need to read it again myself so I can remember all my plot threads. We're in the third act and I need to start remembering where everyone is and why so I can tie up my loose ends. Oh, and guess who shows up for the first time? I'll give you a hint: She's my favorite pony.


    “Applejack, can we talk?”


    “Applejack, can we talk?”

    “Sure thing, sugarcube. What do you want to talk about?”

    Applejack, can we talk?”

    Applejack turned, suddenly aware of the blackness that surrounded her. “I… who’s there?”

    “You still don’t know, do you?” The voice was isolated, and Applejack spun around. Her world felt dizzy. “After all this time you still don’t know me.”

    “I’m sorry!” Applejack felt cold. It grasped at her heart and pulled her down to her knees, locking her into the ground. “Ah didn’t mean to– to—” To what, exactly? She felt hot tears on her cheeks, and relief from where it boiled.

    “You never mean to. It’s hard to mean anything. Heart on your hoof, and yet is anypony in your heart?”

    Applejack’s eyebrows narrowed, her hoof stomping against the blackness. “Now you listen here, my family is in my heart. Apple Bloom, Big Mac, Granny Smith! I let ponies in—”

    “Why won’t you say my name?”

    Stepping back, Applejack’s ears fell to the side of her head. “I, what?”

    “Applejack. Can we talk?”


    Kicking against her sheets, Applejack dragged herself up. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she felt her eyes raw with salt. “Third time this week,” she grumbled, her voice cracking. Slipping out of her bed, she walked toward the window, watching the sun just beyond the mountains starting to peek through the summits, a stubborn blanket wrapped around her leg as she dragged it with her. She sighed and violently kicked about until the offending fabric released its hold. As the rays of the sun reached her windowsill, Applejack thanked Celestia that at least this time she woke up at a proper time.

    Heading downstairs, Applejack was unsurprised to see Big Mac already seated at the table, reading from yesterday’s newspaper and wearing a small pair of reading glasses. He sat himself alongside the window, letting the first light of day illuminate the paper. Applejack silently passed him, her mind focused on breakfast. Big Mac looked over his glasses and grunted as she walked by. Applejack grunted back. Picking himself up, Big Mac disappeared up the stairs, which suited Applejack just fine.

    She was determined not to burn breakfast this time. She lit the logs under the stovetop and set to work, every movement measured and every ingredient gathered in order. As she worked, Big Mac re-entered the kitchen. She paused only a moment, trying not to let his silence bother her. They’d been through this the last two mornings. They’d talk about it, nothing would get done, and Applejack would spend the day overthinking something that was fake. Imaginary.

    Applejack looked briefly toward Big Mac. She glowered. But before she could look away, Big Mac reached out and placed her hat on her head. “Forgot yer hat,” he said, turning to walk away. “Come on to tha’ living room and I’ll do yer hair up the way you like it.”

    “Good morning to you too,” she spat. She realized that her mane fell to either side of her face, painting her the picture of a petulant teen. “Ah can’t, I’ll burn breakfast.”

    “Breakfast’s burnt already. Ain’t a good mornin’ an’ you know it.” Big Mac said, disappearing into the other room. Applejack made as if to argue, but as she turned around, she realized she had thrown the milk in the pan and it had sizzled into a horrid gas, and the lettuce was in the blender. Scowling, Applejack led herself into the living room against her worse judgment.

    Big Mac was already sitting alongside the couch. Applejack slowly stepped in front of him, turned around, and sat down hard. Putting her hat down beside her, she huffed, trying to make it clear that she wanted nothing to do with talking. She let Big Mac reach around and pull her mane back. As he worked on it, she sniffed. He must have pulled her hair too hard. Applejack twitched as she heard his rhythmic breathing. She felt a comb through her hair, which meant he was going to braid it. He hadn’t braided it in a long time. Applejack loved the way he braided her hair. It was always so large, rather than Rarity’s tight and perfect way. It was rough and tumble, and it was the Apple way. “I had the dream again last night,” she heard herself say.

    He grunted. Applejack felt a tear drop from the edge of her muzzle.

    “I never say her name.” Applejack’s mane had a knot, but Big Mac dealt with it like a professional. She hardly felt the tug before he worked his way through it. “I thought after everything, I’d say her name.” Big Mac stared at his hooves, trying to figure out where all this hair came from. “Does this mean I don’t love her?”

    Applejack felt her head pulled back, but Big Mac just kept working on the braid. “She says I don’t know her, but darn it all, I do. At least, I reckon I do. Don’t I?” Big Mac grunted, and Applejack absentmindedly handed him her hair tie. She stayed silent as he seemed to struggle with keeping the braid intact and slipping on the tie. There was only so much he could do with his hooves, powerful as they were. With a resounding snap, she felt her hair become more stable. She moved to get up when she felt the brush on her tail. Her hooves tensed. “I—”

    “Not done yet.” Big Mac said. “Reckon it’ll take me a little while.”

    Applejack slumped back down, her tail twitching in his hooves. She felt like Apple Bloom, being treated like she was a little filly. She wasn’t a little filly, though, she could braid her own tail. She didn’t even have to braid it, she normally didn’t.


    That's where it ends.

    I wish it didn't.

    2 comments · 91 views
  • 26w, 5d
    Hello Internet. Good to see you again.

    Stable(ish) internet and home computer? I might have to kiss someone for this.

    So I moved and lost the ability to be a person who exists on the internet. Now I have that ability to some extent, and once I purchase a Wifi-Booster(long story), I'll be a real boy!

    I opened up TLA the other day, now that I have access to it again(It's kind of on the Cloud), and wrote some words about ponies. Figured you'd like to know.

    6 comments · 76 views
  • 40w, 4d
    I'm Sorry

    It's been forever since I started The Literary Appeal, and I keep making promises to finish it that I never seem to deliver on. The main issue has been my attempt to buckle down and really go for gold in a hobby of mine, Competitive Super Smash Brothers. While I'm sure a lot of you have heard about it and play the game, and some of you might have even seen the The Smash Brothers documentary. I, however, do not play Melee, nor do I play 64 or Brawl. I play Project M, and I'm a solidly good Sonic the Hedgehog player.

    Regardless, I'm not here to praise a community mod.

    I've sort of thrown myself into it harder than ever after my grandma passed, and every time I bring myself to write words about silly lesbian ponies, I just clam up. Happy thoughts and silly ponies and Scarlet Letter... goodness, Scarlet Letter... they don't come to me as easily. I'm in a funk because I found out at my grandmothers funeral that she was a published poet.

    Someone in my own family. A real poet, someone who I could talk about writing with for years, and she was taken away by cancer before I even knew what I had. I feel weird writing now. "Write to honor her memory" I feel like I should say. Honor her memory with... silly lesbian ponies. Hah, man, I don't even know where to start with that.

    I want to finish it. It's almost there and I need to discipline myself to just get it over with, but I don't want to force it. My best works have been when I've felt it in me. The jokes and dialogue run freely. And right now, a blank document stares at me, daring me to write another word, and I blink.

    I'm sorry for how long it's taking. I really am.

    7 comments · 179 views
  • ...

Scootaloo often goes down into the fields of Ponyville to watch the one and only Rainbow Dash defy physics and gravity with her dangerous stunts that wow even the most talented of pegasi. However, a chance encounter with Ponyville's mailmare leads Scootaloo to confront issues long held in her heart.

A story of Derpy and Scootaloo, of family, trials, and a sense of self-worth.

First Published
7th May 2012
Last Modified
7th May 2012
#1 · 133w, 1d ago · 1 · ·

WOOHOO, Ditzy Do! I dont understand why Scootaloo never asks Ditzy, Fluttershy or an other Pegasus for flight lessons. Dash will never teach her something because shes too lazy.

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#3 · 133w, 1d ago · 2 · ·

This was a beautiful story. I think the swimming thing would completely explain the bubble mark as well. I mean the buzzing wings must kick up bubbles right? So Derpy's talent is swimming and being happy? I'm perfectly okay with that.

#4 · 133w, 1d ago · · ·

Aww that was the sweetest little thing I've read in ages :heart:

#5 · 133w, 1d ago · · ·

this gave me a happy feel

#6 · 133w, 1d ago · · ·

That was a very cute story. :derpytongue2::scootangel:

#7 · 133w, 1d ago · · ·

It was a good story. I only found one problem. :twilightsmile:

You said: "Charging through Ponyville, the filly buzzed her wings like a humming bird as she ached for her scooter" :scootangel:

But in the next paragraph Scootaloo suddenly has her scooter. :rainbowhuh:

I'd suggest either removing the scooter from the scene, or illustrate her having issues turning the scooter

Other than that, It was very good. A mustache for you! :moustache:

#8 · 133w, 1d ago · · ·


Thanks for catching that. Editing mistake, it's supposed to be 'arched over.' The mishap explained covers why Scootaloo epically crashes a moment later.

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#10 · 133w, 19h ago · · ·

So many d'aawwwws.

#11 · 132w, 6d ago · · ·

That was a beautiful, wonderful, touching story.:heart::twilightsmile:

#12 · 132w, 5d ago · · ·

All of my feels.

#13 · 132w, 1d ago · · ·


#14 · 128w, 6d ago · 1 · ·

I have now met the proper DAW intake of the day, or week, possibly month... I might need to go get checked now. :twilightblush:

#15 · 128w, 6d ago · · ·



#16 · 128w, 6d ago · · ·

Two cutiest ponies ever together! Loved this! Great job!:scootangel: :derpytongue2:

#17 · 128w, 6d ago · · ·

Haha, swimming :derpytongue2:, I love that idea :yay:

#18 · 128w, 6d ago · · ·

Great story I give you three brostaches :moustache::moustache::moustache:

#19 · 128w, 6d ago · · ·

Please add a sad tag. I cried a little about Scootaloo's mom.

#20 · 128w, 6d ago · · ·


Yeah, I'll be honest, I got the idea because I usually order Tea and Lemonade half and half at restaurants I go to, and it comes to me completely unmixed, so I tend to blow bubbles in them to mix 'em up... I started to play up my strategies and I made so many bubbles...


I'm sorry if you were unprepared for that, but I felt that I had cut enough of the sad out from my initial drafts that it was safe from tears. My apologies.

#21 · 128w, 6d ago · · ·

This is really, really sweet. I loved that ending, it was perfect! Awwww! :pinkiesad2: I would have liked to see Derpy spend some more time on how it feels to be a laughingstock klutz your whole life, and maybe a little backstory on how she overcame her feelings of inadequacy. It felt very rushed and didn't have much of an emotional impact.

One last thing that's pretty incidental -- I really like Sweetie Belle's characterization here. It's cute and makes total sense, with a sister like Rarity!

#22 · 128w, 6d ago · · ·

I love this story. I have now favorited and liked. And may I say:


#23 · 128w, 6d ago · · ·

manly tears   manly tears... ah stuff it   Tears are good manly or not

#24 · 128w, 6d ago · · ·

Aww, very sweet.

#25 · 128w, 6d ago · 1 · ·

Water therapy for weak wings?  That's an idea that makes so much sense, I wonder why no one's ever written it before.  And in only four weeks!  (Although if a broken wing heals enough to leave the hospital in less than a week, and ponies can survive tremendous acceleration and slamming into stationary objects at high velocities, it makes sense that four weeks would be enough time.)

I also liked the handling of Scootaloo's family; the reveal in her mother's room was developed with sufficient foreshadowing to make me feel stuff.  Although I'm not a fan of orphanloo, semiorphanloo, or homelessloo, it works here.

#26 · 128w, 6d ago · · ·

Aww thats so sweet. It's nice seeing a happy Scoot story for once.

#27 · 128w, 6d ago · 1 · ·

What I am a fan of is Hidden Depths Derpy/Ditzy/Whatever Hasbro's lawyers end up calling her.

#28 · 128w, 6d ago · · ·

Why am I not allowed to upvote more than once? I can't give this thing the votes it deserves from me!:raritycry:

#29 · 128w, 6d ago · · ·

Fuck me I cried:raritycry:

#30 · 128w, 6d ago · 1 · ·


It is always time for more Scootalove! And always time for more derpy. This made me smile. Thank you.

#31 · 128w, 6d ago · · ·

"Derpy stopped her muffin annihilation."  Flagged for gross inaccuracies.

#32 · 128w, 6d ago · · ·

That ending.  So much awesome.

#33 · 128w, 6d ago · · ·

That was absolutely adorable!:scootangel: Hooray Scootalove!

#34 · 128w, 5d ago · · ·

That was really cute. The ending fit the story perfectly. Well played, sir :pinkiehappy:

#35 · 128w, 2d ago · · ·

Great Story. :)

#36 · 128w, 2d ago · · ·


I really liked thi story.  It was cute having Derpy teach Scootaloo how to fly.

#37 · 128w, 3h ago · · ·

Interesting.  I would like to see a sequel. :pinkiesmile:

#38 · 127w, 6d ago · · ·

All I can say is Dawwwww.

#39 · 126w, 6d ago · · ·

A sweet story. A good take on Scoots, her wings and her family.

Oh, and the middle paragraph of the father's letter seems to be un-italicized. Sorry about nit-picking!

#40 · 126w, 4d ago · · ·

This was quite well written, though the ending was a bit abrupt. I didn't feel as emotional as I thought that an ending of that sort of incur. Other than that, though, quite well done!

#41 · 125w, 3d ago · · ·

Good Story for once is not Rainbow Dash teaching Scootaloo how to fly but Derpy. Love the ending by the way.:derpytongue2:

#42 · 123w, 4d ago · · ·

i had read this story so long ago and i had liked it so much i didnt have an account then but now i do and want you to know i loved this story:pinkiehappy:

#43 · 118w, 6d ago · · ·

This is great story, the sadness is dosed properly and the ending is upbeat.  You might want to check the italics in the letter, though, that sticks out a little.  

Good idea, good execution, believable headcanon with the wing training (but is Scoot's so alone, who looks after her? She must have a caretaker, at least), d'aww ending.  

#44 · 113w, 3d ago · · ·


#45 · 111w, 6d ago · 1 · ·

awesome! :twilightsmile:

#46 · 108w, 22h ago · 2 · ·

That would appear to be the perfect story for Derpy's Cutie Mark!

Awesome story, good job HiddenBrony.


It's like radiation, except DAW can kill one faster:trixieshiftleft:

#47 · 100w, 2d ago · 3 · ·

I really enjoyed how Derpy was handled in this story. :D She's a light-hearted and kind pony.

#48 · 89w, 3d ago · 1 · ·

I love this, >>1842107 exactly my thoughts!

I'm glad to say that this fic made it in to my ever-expanding good/favorite fanfics list!

#49 · 7w, 5d ago · 2 · ·

Where has this little gem been hiding? 81 weeks since the last comment? Travesty!

It's excellent. Characterization is dead on for the most part, with the sole exception being that Scootaloo is more emotional and less brash than we typically see of her. That's perfectly acceptable considering the content of the fic, though. The work is short enough that possible continuity errors don't really crop up. The tone is always appropriate for the topic at hand, and covers a startlingly broad range of emotion considering it's a one-shot. It takes real skill to pack heartrending and heartwarming in the same 5,000 words.

Beautifully done. I enjoyed every second of reading it, and applaud your ability as an author. Thank you for publishing this work.

#50 · 7w, 4d ago · · ·

>>5087485 I know Right!

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