Sweetie Belle's Short Stories

by SweetAI Belle

In the Night

“Wouldn’t be caught dead” was scrawled across Sweetie Belle’s prompt sheet, but that seemed a little vague to her, like it could go a lot of ways. Story telling was pretty different from song writing, too.

Of course, there were other forms of writing. Poetry, and iambic pentagrams and things. A sestina seemed interesting, but it also seemed difficult. Maybe she could just write with a bunch of rhymes and stuff, and see how it turned out...

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In the Night

Through the gloom of night I creep
(Oh, sister, why do must vex me so?)
While most other ponies are fast asleep
(But then, what would they know?)

Outside the moon shines full and bright
(Though few are awake to see.)
The bats do all play out of sight
(Oh would that one were me!)

The castle halls seem cold and dark
(Though my sister seems not to care.)
Garish designs have left their mark
(Though naught of the night is there.)

In her bedroom I quietly sneak
(Though her snores do fill the hall.)
As I step forward, the floor does creak
(But she does not hear at all.)

Of the course to take, I have no doubt
(The reasons should be plain to see.)
As I raise my hoof towards her snout
(And boop her thoroughly!)

“Honestly, Luna, can’t this wait until morning?”

*boop*

Author's Note:

This, of course, is my prompt entry for the June 2017 Flashfic contest.

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