Flash Fiction #8--July 27th 2023---Thursday

I feel weird. Sometimes when I write-

I like it. Sometimes, I don't and that's mostly because I strive to write how I "should" write. Like most of the people I follow all write in fairly long sentences with even, more of narrow margin of fragmenting sentences then I do...

I like what I write but, I haven't been writing very long...

My aim for what I write is for you to be in the moment with the character's. I want you to feel what it's like you know? I want to feel as I write what I write...so...that's how I do it.

It's weird. Life is weird and I like writing and I think I am good at it.

(I think it's because I have read so many book's and I apply what I want my work to be towards what is in my head? Anyway, I am working to just write the way i want...but, like i said before it's hard to critique yourself without getting it wrong sometimes. Especially, if you want to improve. That's what i like about using AI it help's me understand in a general and specific sense where my skill level is...and if it's as good or worse in area's as I think it is...)

Also...it can be wrong...and it frequently lack's context and tone in straight writing so...you get it thinking you gave it a prompt instead of wanting a review...

So...this one is based on a scene I have been imagining of Sunset, and Luna coming to Canterlot for a meeting of Alicorn's. But, all this is about two mares, a little scuffed and a little dirty making there way towards Celestia's big castle.

Enjoy!

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Just like Celestia herself, her castle was the opposite of Luna’s forest.

Mom...you can call her mom...at least in your head...

It was large-large, and the kind of white-white that made ones eyes burn if you look too long at it’s splendor…

It’s lies will make you-

The kind of white that one find’s in the Everfree on the Sun frog’s...and, it was in Sunset opinion...

Her hoove clip’s a cut of stone.

You’re in the way!

Heart pounding.

Sunset, make friend’s! This instance!

A touch.

Luna.

Luna.

“Luna the moon, I! Sunset Shimmer, ask for your hoove in apprenticeship!”

“I love you, Sunset. I would be honored if you...call me family...”

Luna’s face had gone to the window where Snowy Moonbeam lay. Lay buried under worm, dirt, and blue pauper roses.

Celestia was just a good-for-

And, now she was back.

Back. Her hooves thump on that too old, squeaky clean, white marble cobbled road…

Disinfectant came to mind as the smell waft’s in the air.

The street’s marble giving off a glow that made her-

“-blind! I can’t believe you, Sunset!”

Faint whisper's rattle in the daze of her mind.

“Who’s that mare in blue? Shes so tall! And, a moon cutiemark!” A group of ponies cry.

Sunset swallow’s.

Hoove step to hoove step and the earth bound moon press’s closer. The moon living in a forest stay’s with the setting sun as her mind goes and goes and-

Here in Canterlot…

so close to-

“Twinkle Blade face wouldscrunch up and with rakish grin for all to see, raise her wind cutter into the sky and yell “By my ancestor’s I will end you!” Moon said with a wave of a hoove. wing’s warm...and...crusted with dirt from the garden. So different from-

clean…

white wing’s...

A hoove shook as the...urge fell upon her. The desire to-

“Clean! Ok...Luna! I am going need you very badly in there...ok?” Sunset yelled. Gesturing with at hoove the other mare. “I am going to be...feeling it, ok, Lun? I am...going to need hug’s! Especially wing hug’s! I may even...need...your-”

“Yes! Commander Sunset!” Luna cried, as a smile tugged at the edges of her muzzle. The older mare watch’s ,Sunset, as her eyes soften like a ripe fruit in Luna's cottage and what came out of the moon’s hooded eyes was nothing...short...of-

Sunset want’s it. More. She want’s-

“Love! Princess of Love! On her way! Read all about it in the latest ,Canterlot Times! Only One bit! Special Princess deal only good for the next hour!” A voice called, Jumping Sunset’s wing’s shift under her illusion.

I wonder...I wonder...I wonder…

Cadance…

Sunset swallow’s as her eyes grow tire.

“I am ready.”

You’re a terrible pony and always going to be a-

Thunk.

“ow”

And, it was there at the gates of Canterlot Castle, watching the river of ponies flow like chaotic rainbow...back and forth...back and forth…nursing a another stubbed frog that, Sunset out a budding sigh.

For the demon on ,Canterlot Castle, was back...

I wonder if the angel in residence will have…

missed me.

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Ugh. Editing!