May - 2012 (T.W.G.)

by The Writer's Group


“Misfits like us” OR “Art is rebellion” OR “I love puns and I'm a music dork.” - Owlor

Author: Owlor

Prompt: Celestia and cake.

Title: “Misfits like us” OR “Art is rebellion” OR “I love puns and I'm a music dork.”


Everypony in the crowd knew they shouldn't be here. Vinyl stepped up to the microphone and began to sing:
I want a mare with hair like a diamond
I want a mare who know what's best
I want a mare with a tongue that cuts
And eyes that burns like cigarettes
A blue spotlight swept across the crowd.
I want a girl who's a white Alicorn
Who's fast and trollolific
and sharp as a tack
she's playing with her subjects
she's putting up her hair
She's touring through Canterlot
And picking up slack

I want a mare with a short temper and a looong lifepsan....
Vinyl punctuated the breakdown with a head-bang.
I want a mare who gets up early
"GETS UP EARLY!" chanted the crowd.
I want a mare who stays up late
"STAYS UP LATE!"
I want a mare with uninterrupted prosperity
Who uses black magic, to cut through red tape
With hoos that shines like justice
and a voice that's bright as polished brass
The night was cold and dark outside. Inside, her song continued:
She's fast and thorough
and sharp as a tack
she's touring through Canterlot
and picking up slack.

I want a mare with a short temper and a looong lifepsan...
“Maybe I'll get away with it this time?” she thought
I want a mare that marbelizes enemies
I want a mare, that's rough for a toon
and in Canterlot we'll meet accidently
while she sends her sister to the moon

she wants a way to troll with the masses
She's holding them down with laughter and fear
she's changing her laws when it suits her purpose
she's using power weilded for thousands of years.

I want a mare with a short temper and a long lifepsan....
The song ended with five guards storming into the hall.
"Everybody freeze! This artist has been banned from performing by the Equestrian Bureau of decency, attending a concert by a banned artist is a crime according to the Common Law section five paragraph twelve."
Two guards made their way up on stage to arrest Vinyl Scratch. She levitated a bottle of mace and sprayed it right in their faces. A rope was tossed down from the skylight.
Seeing their fallen comrades, two other guards ran up on stage after her, but it was too late.
"You'll never keep us down, Ars gratia artis, motherbuckers!" she proclaimed and then grabbed onto the rope with her mouth and was hoisted up.
When she got to the top of the building, Octavia reached down to help her up. The two ponies' eyes met, nearly oblivious of the commotion underneath for a moment.
"y'know, I could just stand here forever," Octavia remarked.
"Yeah, if you want to get arrested, Vinyl said. "I hope you trained your parkour moves."
"Oh always."
The two ponies rushed in unison towards the ledge and jumped across it. They fled over the rooftops of Manehattan, not stopping until the reached the edge of the city.
"what now?" Octavia asked as they ducked down into an alley.
"We do it all again" Vinyl Scratch said. “Until the world becomes a little better place for misfits like us.”