My Little Flash Fiction: Postmodernism is Magic

by aaaa_aaaa


MY LITTLE REPRACUSSIONS OF EVAL

Celestia waited. The lights above her blinked and sparked out of the air. There were changelings in the Ponyville. She didn’t see them, but had expected them now for years. Her warnings to Twolight Sparkgoof were not listenend to and now it was too late. Far too late for now, anyway.

Celestia was a space marine for fourteen years. When she was young she watched the spaceships and she said to dad “I want to be on the ships daddy.”

Dad said “No! You will BE KILL BY CHANGELING”

There was a time when she believed him. Then as she got oldered he stopped. But now in the Ponyville base of the Equestria he knew there were changelings.

“This is Twilit" the letter said. “You must fight the demons!”

So Celestia gotted her horn and blew up the wall.
“SHE GOING TO KILL US” said the changelings

“I will shoot at her” said the cyberchangeling and he fired the rocket missiles. Celestia plasmaed at him and tried to blew him up. But then the sky fell and they were trapped and not able to kill.

“No! I must kill the changelings” she shouted

The letter said “No, Celestia. You are the changelings”

And then Celestia was a Cadence.