More Letters From a Little Princess Monster coming soon · 6:28pm Aug 1st, 2017
Just to let you know, I'm working on the next arc in Letters From a Little Princess Monster (below) which may take a month or two, and I'm still accepting chapters/paragraphs/introspective words on the Build a Story Workshop - Chrysalis Finds True Love blog post I wrote a week ago.
Sneak peek for Letters after the break.
Letters From a Little Princess Monster
Farewell Summer, Hello New Friends - Part One
The last two weeks had seemed like a year to Trixie, a year spent between mortal terror, stupefying boredom, and unexpected friendship. She was tired, frazzled, aching, and numb, but on the good side, she was finally home.
Home. It was a strange place for Trixie. Part of her heart still considered the little room in Grand-Père Presto’s house to be the center of the universe, the pivot point around which the whole world rotated, but she had not returned to that precious place in ages. It had changed while she had been in Celestia’s school, and to return to the place it was now would forever change the way she remembered it. Then again, Trixie’s own life had changed a few months ago, with the addition of a little alicorn friend who adored her, five special friends who at least marginally tolerated her, and a town… who had appointed her temporary mayor, now that Trixie was thinking of it.
Must be something crazy-making in the water. Hydra pee, maybe.
Still, if Home was a strange concept for Trixie, Ponyville was the strange town it belonged in. Anyplace that would voluntarily give Trixie any kind of authority over the populace was doomed to failure, but when she lifted her heavy head up to look around town on her slow path, nothing seemed to be on fire. Even the scaffolding over the Town Hall was all put away until the next time it got blown up or burned down, and the normal alertness of the populace to high-speed scooters had faded with the beginning of the school year. It was a very quiet and normal-seeming day for the town, which only made Trixie more nervous when she opened the door to her library/house.
“Hey, Mayor Trixie!” The lanky form of Lyra emerged into the sunlit center of the library tree with several books floating behind her. “Good to see you back again. Your secretary, Pokey Pierce, has been keeping your mayoral duties under control and Pinkie Pie is up on the filing, so you don’t have to fight through the backlog. And I’ve been reshelving since you and Spike took off. Where did you two and Rarity go for so long? Honeymooning?”
Trixie looked back. “Who are you and what have you done with Lyra?”
Raising one eyebrow, Lyra let the books she was carrying settle down onto the checkout desk, then sat down next to them. “Okay, I’ll admit. I haven’t been very nice to you since school, when I caught you copying off my—”
“I was just looking over your shoulder,” protested Trixie. “You know I don’t do musical quadratic derivatives very well, and I forgot the notation you use for negative imaginary eighteenth notes.” Despite herself, Trixie sat down in front of her former friend and took a deep breath. “It was only a little copying. I’m sorry you got in trouble. And lost your scholarship,” added Trixie when Lyra raised that accusatory eyebrow again. “And whatever I’ve done since then to you and your marefriend.”
“Bon Bon is my friend,” qualified Lyra almost instantly.
“She’s a mare,” came a familiar voice from behind the bookshelf. It startled Trixie just the smallest amount, because school was supposed to be in session, and Twilight Sparkle outside of a classroom was a lot like… Trixie without a hoof in her mouth.
“Hello, Menace.” After a quick glance at Lyra, who seemed perfectly comfortable with the situation, Trixie continued, “Aren’t you supposed to be in school today?”
“Elections.” There was a rustling behind the bookshelf again and a single sheet of paper floated over to Trixie. ‘Vote for Pip’ was splashed across the top in large letters with a crayon drawing of a colt’s face below it, and tiny little letters⁽*⁾ at the bottom of the page. “Too much. Writing a report instead.”
(*)The above was paid for by the Pipsqueak for Class President political action committee, Rumble, Campaign Treasurer.
“Ah. Yes. One of those.” Trixie took a breath, which unfortunately included entirely too much of her own stench from two weeks without the benefit of a bathtub. When they had gotten off the train, Rarity had headed straight for the Ponyville Spa regardless of paths, back yards, or fences, which Trixie had decided to use her own brand-new bathtub for that purpose. That way she would be able to soak as long as she wanted, or until the next town-destroying disaster swept in. “Just because Bon Bon is a mare and a friend, Menace, doesn’t mean she’s a marefriend. Or marefriend. Or whatever.”
I am totally planning to keep adding to that story workshop whenever time allows.
Let the hills and dales resound with my joyous "Huzzah" as I learn that LFaLPM will, at long last, be receiving more chapters!
Haha finally new chapters in the near future for one of my favourite series. Or how Dr. Frankenstein would say "It΄s alive"
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Voting did not make sense, but Monster had found many things in her new life that did not make sense at first glance, including Trixie. Some of the concepts and processes became clear and obvious under closer examination, while others simply remained confounding and totally without reason, also like Trixie. When it was only Monster and mom in their forest home, it was quite simple (and lyrical) to know which zebra in the house was right. The expansion of that concept into governing a larger collection of ponies like a town or a smaller collection like a school class got strange quickly.
It made a little more sense when Pokey Pierce had shown Monster around the rebuilt Town Hall, although reluctantly and carrying a fire extinguisher in his magic. No one single pony could make all the decisions that needed to be made for the street construction, zoning, hiring, safety inspections, and evaluating government contracts all by themselves. Even an alicorn like Celestia would have been overloaded, but the Mayor had magic ponies called staff who she delegated to their tasks much the same way that Silver Certificate had the bank employees handle the legal and taxation tasks for the 5F1C Lemonade Consortium.
Much in the same way, a Class President handled tasks that Miss Cheerilee was too busy to deal with, but rather than the sensible process of picking the most qualified little pony out of class, there was an election.
That concept did not make any sense at all to Monster.
Nice! Looking forward to more soon.