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Rarity wants to take me to an art museum.


Rainbow Dash.

To an art museum.


Silver medal finisher in the Friendship is Short Shorts short short writeoff for the month of May!

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Very well done -- you've done a great job of capturing Rainbow's mental "voice" here, and this is a wonderful take on her being driven so far out of her comfort zone that she feels obliged to come through in the end -- and she does. Nice!

The picture alone made me laugh. Time to read!

Loved it! Really captured both Rarity and Rainbow’s personality.:heart:

Really nice! You did a good job of putting me in Rainbow's mind and having it feel natural. I also liked how your story played off the differences between Rainbow and Rarity in a way that highlights the strengths of their friendship and their respect for each other, even if they have a bit of fun at each other's expense sometimes.

This was great. Really captured the feel of what a day out for Rainbow and Rarity would look like, without any drama.

This is great. It's funny, and shows character, and even says something about art.

I loved these lines:

"They’re called pastels.”

“It’s like they don’t even want to be colors.”

Perfect description!

I looked around for a clock. There was one on the other side of the wall, but it was just another painting, and it was melting.

And all of a sudden, there was a blank canvas in front of me, and a brush in my hoof. And I had to reconsider what that one pony said about staring at art, cuz this canvas was looking at me.

As we were leaving, I paused to take one last look at my creation.

“What are you looking at?” I jeered.

I puffed out my chest and fluffed up my wings and backed out the door slowly without breaking eye contact, and that little canvas dared not stare back.

And this may be the best of all, because it shows (not tells) us Rainbow grasping a hooffull of aesthetic consciousness, concisely and without breaking character voice:

But the colors looked kinda funny together. The first one was too dark, and the third one was hardly there at all. The middle one looked pretty nice--what had she called it before? Pastry? Pastrami? Pastel, right--but it couldn’t overcome being sandwiched between the ugliness of the other two.

Thank you for the kind words, friend! :twilightsmile:

Your writing style is a goddamn breath of fresh air. Thank you. :pinkiehappy:

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