Half-Baked Dreams

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Proper Noun #1 · Aug 29th, 2015 · 2 · · Template: Chapter One ·

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All of those reactions are appropriate.

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Gigas #2 · Aug 30th, 2015 · 5 · · Template: Chapter One ·

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Hmm...
Hmhm? I like it.
All the levels of disturbance are just right.

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Chrome Masquerade #3 · Sep 7th, 2015 · 1 · 1 · Template: Chapter Two ·

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"Octavia!" her father snaps. "What have I told you about over-cooking the spinach?!"
"No more than five minutes, sir. Or else," the filly says, stammering. The stallion gets up and his hoofsteps move around the table, I open my eyes to follow his movement. Only three of his hooves are on the floor by Octavia's chair. "Daddy! Don't! Remember the agreement!" This seems to be enough to stop him for a moment, and she speaks quickly. "The one where my tutor is the absolute best but she's still going to the police if she sees one more bruise on me!"
Four hooves are on the floor again. I sigh silently in relief, letting out a breath I didn't realize I was holding.
"...yes, of course. How could I forget." My tail is surrounded in a pale blue magical aura, which drags me out from under the table; I wince as my body knocks a chair out of the way and reflexively shut my eyes against the light. "Stand." I do, but I'm barely on my hooves when one of his hooves comes out of nowhere, slamming into my face so hard that I spin around on my way back to the floor.
"Stand." It's difficult to get my hooves back under me when I'm so dizzy, but with enough struggling, I manage. Immediately, another hoof slams into the other side of my face, and I meet the floor again. This time, I taste blood.
"Stand!" A kick in the belly; I vomit what little food I'd had.
"Stand!"
"Stand!"
"Stand!"
There's nothing else I can do. I keep getting up on command, only to be beaten to the floor again, and repeat the process over and over.

Ponies like that, i'm pretty sure, don't deserve a chance to HAVE a family, that overstuffed, ignorant abusive so and so! it goes against the Equestrian Creed.

-from A Dream That Wasn't by Another Army Brony

“I am an Equestrian citizen.
I live each day in service to the Princesses and in service to others.
I shall treat everypony as family, regardless of relation.
I will act as an ambassador to the Princesses in all I say and do.
I will conduct myself to bring credit to myself, my Princesses, and to our nation.
In all things, I will love and tolerate.
In all things, I will strive to embody the Elements of Harmony.
In times of darkness, Laughter will light my way.
In times of need, I am Generous with all I have.
I will meet spite with Kindness, as an act of Kindness begets the same.
To my Princesses and my family, I will always be Loyal.
I will embody Honesty in all I say and do, and I will live the virtues of honor and integrity.
Whether I be a Unicorn, Earth Pony, or Pegasus; I will share the Magic of Friendship.
I vow to uphold this Creed and live its virtues for all my days,
As a member of the Equestrian Nation,
United under the Princesses in whom we trust,
Indivisible, and with Love and Tolerance for all.”

(now that i like!)

RDash

RDash #4 · Sep 16th, 2015 · 2 · · Template: Chapter Three ·

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Template is literally the best thing ever.

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Proper Noun #5 · Sep 16th, 2015 · · · Wish Fulfillment: Chapter One (b) ·

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Um, okay, wow thankyou!

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Chrome Masquerade #6 · Sep 23rd, 2015 · 1 · · Guilt: Origin ·

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"Do you guys mind?" Spike said with a growl. "I was up early fire-roasting those snacks you're all eating and I'm pooped!" Of course he had been. I'd been in the kitchen section of the dining car, helping him prepare. The day had passed to late evening, and I'd guiltily watched Spike try to sleep despite the endless conversations all the other ponies were having. I'd wanted to say something, but he was Twilight's assistant, not one of my many animal friends. It wasn't my place, and I couldn't have brought myself to interrupt or speak over the others anyway.
But Rainbow Dash, well, nopony can help who they are. She couldn't help being Rainbow Dash.
"Ah, speaking of - some of these popcorn kernels didn't get popped," she replied, her casual tone indicating the degree to which she had missed the point. I wondered how she even knew - the theater box she had been eating from was still full above the brim with poofy, buttery delight, but uncooked rejects always cowered together at the bottom. Thus they hid the truth as long as they could, and thus they doomed themselves to be discarded all at once. I didn't say anything, of course.
"Okay, fine," said Spike. I could tell his resignation was faked for effect, and I wanted to warn everypony off from further antagonizing him (no matter how oblivious they were to the fact of their doing so), but he was readier to act on his frustration than I first thought. He expelled a gout of bright green flame that Rainbow Dash ducked aside from just in time, but her popcorn wasn't so lucky. Where once stood buttery delight, a little tower of charcoal that had formerly been kernels looked down on the seared remains of the box, and on the still-burning corpses of their fluffy comrades.
The kernel at the top, glowing bright red, popped as Rainbow leaned in to inspect the damage, and hit her squarely in the face.

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