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Mica


I write well when I am brave enough to speak my mind. Soy milk fund

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Hitch may have a paid-off mortgage…but he isn’t the only young landowner in Mareitime Bay.

Takes place at least a few years before the start of MLP A New Generation.

3/7/23--#1 on the Featured Box. Thank you everyone.

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This story offers a lovely combination of realism about issues like mowing the lawn and maintaining the building, with MLP style idealism about friendship.

I don't think I often see horsewords about grief written with such a gentle touch, either.

Recommended.

She put up posters all over Mareitime Bay. Rooms for rent in prime coastal location with beach frontage. For inquiries call Sunny Starscout 788-4492 . Beach frontage; that’s what that real estate agent called it right? That must be what other ponies like.

You have that set as a real phone number??? I just nearly called that number :rainbowlaugh:

Edit: After talking to the FiM Discord we figured out that the phone thinks its a real number but doesn't connect to anything. Weird btw good story!

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It's literally random numbers LOL. I have changed the last digit to an "x" to avoid further confusion.

This reminds me of the song 8675309. :rainbowlaugh:

This was a nice story and Hitch was a good friend to Sunny unlike pretty much all the other ponies in Maretime Bay.

The only thing I didn't like was that Sunny's phone number was not 867-5309.


And it's really a stretch to say I "didn't like" that, since it's not exactly a new idea, but there it is. It really is a wonderful story, and I am happy.

The recipe wasn’t quite how she remembered it—there was nothing ever written down. There was no need to write anything down. When she was little, Daddy told her “add the eggs.” And then “add the sugar. No, just a little. Now that’s too much. Here, add some flour to make up for it.”

The only essential ingredient must have been Daddy.

And this is why I keep getting drawn back to the Mane 5. Maybe I'm reading too deep into things, but just feel like if you look past the color exterior, there's something so... tragic, about all of them really. But at the same time they all seem to be... happy? Like, just how often do you see a character who has a dark and troubled past but have actually moved past it and found a life?
Eh, this is getting too navel gaze-y even by my standards. Just know this story is easily going into my favorites, and that I'm giving you a Bumblebipp.

Fluttershy stood in the middle of the row of six today, flanked by Rarity and Twilight Sparkle. The pegasus’s eyes directed straight at Short Sale.

She may be long gone, but the stare's still there.
Hey that rhymed.

This was excellent from start to finish. Well done!

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“Hitch. My bedroom’s upstairs.” She set one hoof on the rope lift and beckoned with her head.

Tonight was a dream. Tonight was bliss. Sunny was not alone. Hitch was not a sheriff. Tomorrow reality would come again.

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always nice when Sunny gets Hitched

This was very nicely done. Very glad I read it.

The joys of home ownership

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We know Sunny lost her father, the only pony who ever really believed in her. Hitch helped her and was a friend, but he didn't believe.

All signs point to Izzy never having had friends before Sunny, not real friends, just ponies who tolerated her more.

The pegasisters seem to have lost their Dad too, and both have more than a few issues, and Hitch just radiates "barely holding it together" vibes that only got stronger with the holiday special - I'm almost certain he was raised in equal parts by his Gran, Argyle, and Phyllis, and being the glue that kept Sunny and Sprout from killing each other didn't help much.

“FUCK!” She yelled so loud, it echoed across the entire property, and possibly reaching her father up above.

here's a fun fact: on the chinese-speaking social media, the word for "grass" can be used to say "f^ck" nowadays.:rainbowwild:

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also this:

“I’m sorry I’m sorry Daddy I’ll never do it again I’m sorry I was wrong I gave up my true dream I played it safe I swear I swear I won’t listen to the sheriff anymore I promise I promise won’t fall for him I won’t do it!”

Sunny was a virgin.

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That pun was definitely not intended, LOL
I learned Chinese until I was 7, before I could learn all the swear words :rainbowwild: but I used to hear that phrase a thousand times from my Chinese college roommate who played DOTA past midnight. Not my favorite roommate needless to say

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:rainbowhuh:……
:rainbowlaugh:
the fact that you learnt chinese at such a young age, and as a foreigner is very cool, because it's a very difficult language.
by the way, the chinese brony community is (re)growing a lot nowadays, got some good creative vibes in lots of people!
EDIT:forgot to mention, the story's very solid and enjoyable, thanks for the tale!

I can just see you’re developing a style, and it’s a pretty good style at that. There’ something very realistic about this story, and I love realism in my stories.

I don’t think I have much else to mention about this story, I just enjoyed it.

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I am American born Chinese. My mom is from Singapore and my dad is from Taiwan. I lived in Singapore for 2 years when I was a young child. I have previously written stories inspired by my cultural experience.

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nice~good to know, you're indeed a pretty cool author with some fascinating background, even if only learned Chinese as a heritage speaker!:twilightsmile:
keep up the good work, and remember that you're a delight in our community!

Sunny Starscout. Great rollerskater. Makes the best raspberry peach smoothie. That’s all the good the town had to say about her. Everypony knew her by name—that’s precisely why they didn’t want to live with her.

At least it didn't involve words like crazy.

“Wipe your hooves!” She loudly declined Sunny’s offer of friendship.

Your loss.

One night she drank too much coffee and binged the entire two volumes of Princess Twilight’s Adventures before passing out and waking up at noon—and the grass seemed to grow another inch overnight.

:twilightsmile:: "That's my girl!"

“Oh sorry, I didn’t know that. Here…here’s some slippers. They were Dad’s but I think they’re about your size.” He slipped them on, they actually did fit him well.

This is almost philosophical, with Hitch filling Argyle's horseshoes.

“These developers are sneaky, real sneaky, sneaky folk I tell you—you might as well call ‘em half-pegasus. Most of ‘em aren’t even from here, eh, they’re from Las Pegasus! Which was, yep, a pegasus city before the earth ponies took over two centuries ago. Say what ya may, Sunny, but there’s something about their genes, I tell yer. Maybe some interbreeding goin’ on, heaven forbid.”

How evil!

And as they continued their walkthrough upstairs, the only opinion Sunny had formed so far of Short Sale was…
What a goddamned good salespony.

To be fair, it's literally in her name...
But still better than those other ones.

Every princess needs a castle. This shall become yours…
…yours to share with your best friends.
And at last the sentence was completed.
Did Dad actually mean to say that? Would he have said that on his deathbed were it not for the painkillers kicking in and his speech becoming too slurred to be understood? She would never know.

Whatever the case, it does sound like something he could have said. And something he would have wanted.

Sunny’s expression flattened. “You really can’t take a hint, can you, Hitch? I want you to stay over.”

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Good story!
I enjoyed reading it.

Very well done!

That F-bomb when the lawnmower craps out slays me every time. It’s PERFECT. 😆

I especially like the image in this Tunnel Rush story. It is extremely sharp and attracts me.

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