Twilight had no idea of where the door had come from. It was there, and that was a fact. When it was there, at least, which wasn't always the case. But she would find out what was behind it sooner or later. It was just a matter of time. The door was always there, after all.
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Rarity discovers the meaning of happiness.
Stream-of-consciousness written in about an hour. Unedited.
A contest reward, written on the prompt: "Just write something comfy for yourself." I don't think the winner quite understood what he was getting into.
First discovered in the year DCIV of Her Majesty's solitary reign, the inscriptions are a set of square tablets, two nails tall, their sides measuring a leg and a quarter, of an unknown substance. They are currently located behind protective casings, to ensure no damage may come to the observers. They are bereft of markings on one side, which has led some to speculate they may have been originally affixed to a wall, or the interior or exterior of some other construction.
They tell of Fire, Heaven, and a timeless land beyond the sea, yet their true meaning still eludes all of ponykind, from its youngest citizen to its ancient ruler. For they are, perhaps, even more ancient than she.
These are their contents, as they are understood, and the story of the pony tasked with spreading that knowledge to the world.
An entry into the 2nd A Thousand Words contest, under the "Experimental" category.
Prereading and cover art courtesy of Reviewfilly.
Sometimes, fiction matters.
Now with a Spanish translation by Spaniard Kiwi!
One morning, Celestia starts her day by hurling herself out a window. Her day goes downhill from there.
Philomena is reborn after she dies. Ponies are reborn before they die. But always changed.
It's hard for a bird to understand.
We were the summer-sunset-wind, warm and wild and untouchable.
We were rulers of a crumbled-down kingdom, prince-and-princess of the sandstone sky.
We were long-day shadows, stretching ourselves dark and blurry past our breaking points and more.
We were pulsing breath-and-blood, flowing fast through veins of buildings and wide-open spaces.
We were rebels rivals friends lovers runners...
Until that moment, that second, when it all fell away.
Time, as it turns out, is indeed finite. There is a certain point where, against all logic, everything ends. Of course, that's not something most will witness.
Twilight however, has been waiting a very long time to see it, and maybe something more.