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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 · 6,207 views  ·  807  ·  13
  • E A Package for Scootaloo

    Scootaloo loves to watch Rainbow Dash train, but she's interrupted by Derpy, Ponyville's mailmare.
    5,492 words · 4,918 views  ·  361  ·  5
  • T The Literary Appeal

    Cheerilee gets an unexpected invitation from Ponyville's librarian, but her mother has other plans.
    44,500 words · 12,927 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 · 2,598 views  ·  172  ·  6
  • E Hop, Skip, and a Jump!

    15,337 words · 3,950 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
  • T Equestrian Writers' Convention

    Twilight and two friends are invited to attend a convention celebrating Equestria's storytellers.
    20,849 words · 2,754 views  ·  90  ·  7
  • E Eggheads

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Blog Posts49

  • 1w, 3d
    Re-write!

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

    Wow.

    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 · 80 views
  • 16w, 21h
    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
  • 21w, 4d
    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?”

    “Hm?”

    “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 · 89 views
  • 26w, 2d
    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 · 75 views
  • 40w, 21h
    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 · 176 views
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After breaking free of his stone prison, Discord had some time to go about his business before anypony could get organized. A little chocolate rain isn't the only chaos he managed to produce.

First Published
14th Jun 2012
Last Modified
21st Nov 2012

Looks like a interresting story (poor Gilda). Lets see to where this story will continue.

grats on the eqd featured :twilightsmile:

ima read now

I've always like 'Dark' Discord fics

Discord is a dick

>>747566

And he's proud of it...

On a side note, how do I set it up so it shows a name instead of a number when replying?

>>747883 It does it automatically. :derpytongue2:

So far, so good.

I've found it really adds to the story if you read it with John de Lancie's voice in your head.

Anyway, nice story. The way you've portrayed Discord is brilliant.

Honestly?

In canon, Rainbow Dash tries to pick fights with random strangers at minimal provocation, helped destroy an innocent zebra's home out of fear and ignorance, keeps crashing into people, is often lazy, harshly mare-handles her oldest friend trying to get her to go to an event that absolutely terrifies her, nearly got her killed on two separate occasions (and one of those also almost got herself and her other friends killed), broke into a hospital to steal a book and in so doing spooked what may very well have been a cancer patient, destroyed a cake that a couple with newborns worked months on, had such an extreme bout of narcissism that people almost died because she couldn't stop showboating long enough to save them despite claiming that she would, smacks people around to get attention from the people she likes, and has helped destroy two major social events.

If anything, Rainbow Dash is the bad influence.

Benman
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Nice job on chapter 2. I found it more powerful than chapter 1, and I really liked chapter 1. You've got the same sinister Discord being awesome, plus Gilda's problems let you extract more delicious melodrama from the same setup.

Watch out for those introductory clauses attached to the wrong sentence, though. There are still a few of them present throughout the chapter.

Yessssss, this is the Discord I know, a wicked trickster who delights in tormenting everypony, practically salivating at the idea of tormenting them into emotionally broken toys before discarding them for something new.

No tragic past, no silly melodramatic origin story; just a cruel demon god whose entire existence is focused on producing mayhem and misery in ways that most amuse him.

>>750599

To be fair, a lot of that list happened in Season 2. You could argue that's mostly leftover disharmony, really. Or just Dash being the short-sighted speedster she's known for.

Look at that, he gave Aloe a new sister.

Discord is such a generous guy.

*Alondro's leonine muse nods with a scowl and she crosses her paws*  And ponies wonder why I have gone to such lengths to secure Discord's final destruction at the hooves of the Doctor.  A more disgracefully cruel monstrosity did never the bowels of Echidna spew forth, save for his foul sire Sutekh, father of the gods of chaos, whom I and my kin fought eons to finally destroy and scatter.

Well, that was unsettling. Discord's epiphany this chapter was much subtler than before. It took me a bit to find it, but when I did... Very clever.

Also, turning ponies into G3.5? :pinkiegasp: The fiend! There's chaos, and there's pure evil.

I like to think Discord watches a lot of Disney cartoons. He seems like he'd be a big fan of Kim Possible and would use words like 'Sitch' for 'Situation.' He's such a nerd.

Well the Mayor's reaction was certainly unexpected. Props to her for maintaining that composure.

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