Flash Fiction #13--Aug--1st--2023--Tuesday (WIP)

This is my work in progress. I was inspired by a story called Lyres Gambit and other Lyra is a weird pone stories. Also, hundred's of stories I have read over the year's.

So! Enjoy this opening snippet of my new long form!

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Past the Celestial road. Past her peoples graves. Twisting away from what remains of Queen Chrysalis flatland's. Close to the heart of Equastria...was Ponyville. Ponyville of the Element’s. Of the mad and strange. And, one average member (a former secret agent) was about to have her belief in Celestia’s world…

Her own strange ,but familiar world-

Shatter- she would be livid. Furious- she would tremble. For someone has secret’s and unknowing to Bonnie and the very world…

There are is music in the very bones of their universe.

Lyra Heartstrings

The Last Mad Goddess

The Ancient Witch Queen.

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A pause.

“Did I forget something?” Bonnie spoke out loud.

A order of Eclair’s. A order of Bear Claw’s and…

Bonnie’s hoove move’s to the scrap of paper on the table. But. There. Is. a. statue and it’s grey eyes stare into her-

soul.

Green light flash’s before her and then…

“Oh...did...something...happen...”

…?

Ah!

“Maple...bacon bar.”

Bon-Bon sigh’s.

“Ly, can you set up shop? I need to go over to Grifi’s…”

There was a flicker. What...was that? And,the thin shadow stretch’s from the green unicorn. No. Not-not-not-

And, in Lyra’s eyes is a forest, no! It’s...imprecise. It was-. She was… not.

Not, and the world was unreal. The sky was the sun burning at the center of all thing’s. And, a speaking voice that trembles, trembles and-

“What! Bonnie! Not again!”

“Yup, Mystic Gem asked me to get her experiment. So...Bulky Meadow…”

“Ouch, Bonnie! But...um...I thought you liked making-”

“-maple bacon bar’s...I do… I just-”

A sip.

“-hate going out of town?” Lyra added.

“Ya.” Bonnie replied. Running one hoove over Lyra’s fetlock.

“I am going to miss you.”

“I won’t be gone long.”

“Only a day?”

Lyra gets up and put’s her old plastic bowl in the sink. Then the rest of her stretch’s away. Bonnie turn’s- eyes already on the her list.

Hooves step’s fade.

And, Bonnie happens to look back- only for a moment-

but...it had been enough.

She could feel the steam. The kiss of wind on her face. And, if she lived she would remember this moment forever.

Forever.

After she was dead and rotting. After she went to the high field’s...

“It’s tradition.” Lyra had said under her breath. Barely a hiss on the air. . Her face looking towards Sigbert Mountain. And, then the sound of a giant stomping. Thin fog crawl’s- along the top like great wispy talon’s. And, there before Bonnnies eyes was the mountain- worn by timeless wind’s and rain ,but still standing.

“Lyra, I am sor-”

Blink

A rip.

And then...

Space compresses. Time reorders. And then, nearby, Celestia and Luna world groan’s- blood stream’s from their eyes. There limb’s shake. Word’s that later they will not remember. Will not want to remember...

“Our very star’s align against us!"

And then...Lyra Heartstrings, The heart-string of her life. Her green shaped pony. The very reason she was even still here...was gone.

Gone.

Gone

Gone

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Someone was knocking at the door.

Someone was-

“Hey! Miss Bonnie! Miss Lyra! um...were you not going to open the sweet’s shop…? Maybe?”

A creak.

Bonnie stares at a filly. She was sun red. And, she had a large yellow bow in her hair.

“…”

The filly brush’s a hoove onto the dirt road. Gravel part’s a ruder through seas.

Silence.

“Um, Missus and Missus Heartstrings are you goin...open the store?”

“Psst! AB! Ask about the Jelly Hooves!” A hand-drawn bush yell’s.

“Scoot’s, You need to stay down. Adult’s are more likely help if I wear I-”

Dubbed, AB, she turn’s eyeful after eyeful, Bonnie’s way and-

“We’ll pay you five bit’s and some shiny stones we found!”

She flinch’s.

Indeed, in front of her was a rock.

The size of her mug.

And, it was there. On the precipice of opening a Candy store. A breakdown at the sight of her mare-friend dissolving, disappearing.

But, most of all Bonnie knew someone. Someone, was going to get it for making her...worry! A stomp on the hoove for sure! Maybe, even no milk in her Sugar puff’s! But...what if shes…

Her hoove shakes.

“No! No! Lyra...better have a good explanation!”

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I got another ten! Took longer this time. But, I did it!