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im not very likable but i hope my stories are lol

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A box appears at Sunset Shimmer's front door. On the outside, it's barely anything; it's just a box with her name on it. On the inside, though, it's more than she can handle. So many things she couldn't care less about—more specifically, the love letter that practically ends with the name "Twilight Sparkle."


For Bicyclette's SciSet Contest, in which it won third place!

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That ending made me feel all C# and amber-colored inside.

This feels like a uniquely written alt-universe fic. But, is it an alt-universe though? The fact that I don't know for sure even after reading the tale is interesting to say the least! :rainbowlaugh:

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Not even I know :trollestia:

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Well, no one knows for sure then)

Fascinating take on human Sunset, and it raises the question of whether her analogue experiences the world similarly. And it's funny how Twilight keeps running into iterations of this girl. A thoroughly enjoyable read. Thank you for it.

This was definitely quite a strong entry. It starts off on a somewhat oblique note, deliberately so, and becomes a bit of a mystery, in the sense that the reader has to figure out exactly what the narrative being told here is. The solution, as indicated by some of the other reactions I’ve seen, may be a bit tough for some to decipher, but I did figure it out — and once I did, it was nice to then go back and reread the earlier section with the new insights. And on top of that, this is just a really nicely written piece in general, with a lot of touches like the musical notes that add a lot of flavor to the reading experience.

I drop the box on her doorstep, and I hum F#, G#, and B, creating a swirly combination of Twilight colors.

aww, great way to use the synesthesia here. in the skin of the narrative i feel very attuned to the colors in this world

Soon enough, they fade away. No more stars. Zero, for the amount of things I've done right. Zero, for the amount of friends I have. Zero, for the amount of times Twi has done something nice to me.

oof! that self-hatred Rem does have in common with the Sunset we knew

My left hand flings up to my chest whlie my right hand sits by my hip. It looks as if I'm going to do some sort of taekwondo punch, only, my hands aren't in fists. They're open, as if I want to clamp my mouth shut.

But I don't want to. I really do hate her.

But.

She looks heartbroken. And, for some reason, it hurts.

For all the times she's broken my heart, I always wanted to get back at her. I always wanted to break her heart. So why did this hurt so much?

"Sorry, Twi," I say. I hate my miserable voice that's somehow probably better than the way my idiotic face looks right now.

and this! the whole sequence after this just feels so teenage angst, truly inhabiting it in a way most depictions i see cannot, i love it

I turn around and run, and I don't even care that I can hear quick footsteps hit the ground not far from me. As I reach the porch of my house, I suddenly stop.

that their houses were so close to each other this whole time they’ve not been in each other’s lives really adds to Twilight forgetting about Rem and the inverse

We sat down at my front porch, and Sunset opened a small box of chocolates. Although it was more like chocolatey crumbs. "Legend has it that the stars will aid in her escape."

"What esca—"

I'm bear hugged, on the right side of two other people. "This one," Sunset answers.

hehe, love this use of that line. of course to pony Sunset it would be like riffing on a Bible verse, a reference so ingrained it feels like a part of Ponish itself


vivid, unique, and memorable. thanks for writing!

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