The young filly Celestia is determined to raise the sun. What happens next is something she will never forget.
Written for the second Thousand Word Contest.
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bahatumay
Simultaneously able to type 94 wpm and still take five years to finish a story. If you're feeling generous, throw a ko-fi at me.
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Makes sense to me, lol.
Brilliant! Great focus on Celestia, but the end was priceless.
Woah, it's like that Beatles Song
i was expecting a "Here comes the suuun Do Do Doo Dooo" followed by mass extinction because the sun fucking collided with the earth.
But this is good too.
Very clever!
ok “precutiescent” is amazing and i may have to steal that. and yes, that does indeed prompt more than a few questions
hehe, so true, as we all now know
hehe, so true! they must be very confused whenever the sun’s steady patterns don’t go as they should
aww! love the ironic juxtaposition of the power of raising the sun, and having to battle a coop of chickens
well, that makes a lot of sense!
adorable fic, thank you for writing!
I’m very glad I wasn’t drinking anything when I read “precutiescent.” You can’t just spring that on someone. And I say that as the fellow who coined “cutiesynthesis.”
🎶 Here comes the sunnnnn do do doo, here comes the suuunnn 🎶
🎶 and I say it's alrighttt 🎶
🎶 little darling, it's been a long, cold, lonely winterrr 🎶
🎶 little darling, it feels like years since its been hereee 🎶
Anyways, good story! Also that ending