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Hi. It's gapty. Read a fic today. Or don't. They're both the same to me. Just don't tell knighty I said that.

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Trixie Lulamoon has to work a boring office job, draining any drive from her. Today, she can at least show a trick to a child in an elevator.


Cover art used with permission by AGM/v0lga.

This fic was written for the A Thousand Words Contest II in the categories Slice of Life and Drama. Check out the other entries here.

Huge thanks to PseudoBob Delightus for proofreading it!


An expansion of my Flashfic 150 entry with the prompt "Carousel".

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Comments ( 15 )

An adorable little oneshot. :)

Trixie may have an ego, but she also has a heart.

But despite the stimulants, Trixie’s eyes were heavy. It must be the 'staring at the screen for hours' thing , she thought to herself as she looked out the window.

huh, I don't need stimulants for that
(stay winning trixie!)

Very cute and short. Certainly enjoyed every second.

Aw, what a cute story! Go Trixie!:twilightsmile:

As short as this was, I really enjoyed it.

Nice story. I do wonder how this lady Trixie never saw before got her number. Nevertheless, I liked this story.

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Maybe she works in the same company and went upstairs asking for Trixie's contact info?

Touched my heart, a moment of joy in the monotone gray of life.

This was good. Short and cute!
:pinkiesmile:

Her elbow on the table, she rested her head on her hand and scrolled down the spreadsheet, adding more rows for each invoice. The numbers seemed to blend together into an unintelligible mass, forcing her to double back frequently to check for mistakes.

oof, can’t think of a more torturous job for Trixie than manually entering data into a spreadsheet, even though manually entering data into a spreadsheet is relaxing and fun

She had always hated numbers, even back in Canterlot High. With a chuckle, she remembered her desperation when she'd climbed up a tree to ask some birds for help with trigonometry, all because she had seen Fluttershy chatting with them during a quiz.

that just raises further questions about animal sapience!

Typing in the numbers, she idly reached for her coffee cup—her coworkers were constantly worrying about her consumption, but as long as Trixie never counted how many cups she'd had, her body would never know how much caffeine it had inside.

so true that is definitely how Trixie thinks caffeine consumption works

She had no other skills except for stage magic, but who cared for it? Her program never caught on, so now she was stuck in this suffocating place. At least the wage was high enough to bear this torment.

hey, getting paid well is its own reward! right?

Hearing the boy's sudden excited screams upon seeing dozens of sponge balls appear in his hands, she couldn’t help but smile in joy.

aww that is so nice! also heartbreaking to see the avenues for Trixie to express her passion being reduced to this. all too frighteningly realistic

Waiting for an answer, she looked around and grimaced at the disgusting state of the room. She couldn’t practice in a pigsty, nor was this place worthy of her Greatness and Powerfulness. Today, this room will be cleaned!

aww, this is exactly what this very sad, crushed-by-the-reality-of-adult-life Trixie needs to snap her out of her depression, even if only momentarily. 


all too realistic about the fate of Trixie as a working adult, and what happens to all of us with dreams that don’t pay well. thank you for writing!

Very heartwarming. It's the little moments in life that make it worth the struggle.

as long as Trixie never counted how many cups she'd had, her body would never know how much caffeine it had inside.

This is one of the most Trixie things I have ever read. Great work there, and in the story in general. A lovely snapshot of a key turning point in Trixie’s life… or at least the setup for a moment that will keep her warm and fuzzy through months of number crunching. Lovely little character piece. Thank you for it.

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