Enjoy my random musings and various experiments in writing!
Every story is just a combination of twenty-six letters, all sewn together to form one masterpiece. Aren't words a beautiful thing? And I just so happen to write a lot of them. Like, seriously, more than a lot. However, sometimes, these words I write don't make any sense. So that's why I post them here!
Enjoy my random musings and various experiments in writing!
This story might as well be a box of chocolates, 'cause you don't know what you're gonna get!
This is basically just where I dump whatever drabbles I feel like writing, in addition to stuff I might write for group collabs or random musings and experimentation for headcanon. Like I said, it could be anything and everything. To be a part of this, drop one word prompts in the comments!
"So, this is what you do to kill time during the evening hours?" Discord asked.
Luna nodded a reply, and jammed the buttons on her video game controller. She scowled as another carriage blew up and somepony screamed. Rapid gunfire was heard, and an entire hoard of criminals fell over, bloody and shot. She adjusted her headset and swung it around her neck.
"Care to play a round?" she asked, levitating up a second controller.
Discord winced as another pony suddenly blew up, guts flying everywhere. "I'd rather not," he muttered.
Luna shrugged. "Suit yourself," she said. As she continued to play, she picked up a blue bag from her pile of various snacks, and took out a treat. It was a black and white cookie in the shape of a sandwich. She popped it in her mouth and levitated the bag over to Discord, a silent offer if he wanted any.
Intrigued, he took one out of the bag and ate it. "Never heard of these things before," he mused. "They're heavenly, that's for sure."
"They call them Oreos," Luna replied as she blew up a building. "It's a new confection on the market. You could say I'm addicted to them."
She suddenly let out a surprised yelp as the bag was torn out of her magical grip, and Discord poured the entire bag of cookies into his mouth. With a gasp, Luna levitated over a pillow and began swatting him with it.
"You ignorant fool!" she exclaimed. "That was my last bag!"
Discord was laughing too hard to even yell back, and Luna's game continued to let off a series of explosions as she kept beating him with the pillow.
However, a sudden bang on the door interrupted their fun.
"It's midnight -- and some of us are trying to sleep here!" Celestia shrieked.
Luna pouted, and slapped Discord with the pillow one last time.
"No, no, no, you're spelling it wrong!" Pound argued, as he banged his hooves against the table.
"Am not!" Pumpkin defended, shooting a glare to her brother.
He stuck his tongue out. "Are too!"
She scoffed. "Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Mooooooom!"
"Daaaaaaad!"
Cup and Carrot stuck their heads out from the kitchen and looked to the twins sitting at the main table in the bakery. The young foals tumbled off of their seats and shuffled over to their parents, with Pumpkin holding up a piece of paper.
She tugged on her mother's hoof and cocked her head to the side. "Mommy, did I spell this right?" she asked, holding up the parchment.
With her eyebrows, Cup hesitated as she looked at the jumble of letters. "I'm... not sure, sweetie," she replied. "What is it you're trying to spell?"
"The new word Aunt Pinkie taught us!" Pound smiled.
"The biggest word we've ever known -- and this is how it goes," Pumpkin said proudly. "Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!"
Carrot blinked quickly and raised an eyebrow. "I beg your pardon?" he inquired.
"Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!" Pound declared. "And Pumpkin is spelling it wrong!"
"I am not!"
"Yes you are!"
A sudden giggle was heard, and seemingly out of nowhere appeared Pinkie Pie. "How about you try saying it backwards first?" she asked.
Pound and Pumpkin smiled wide. "How?" they asked.
"Pinkie, don't-" Cup and Carrot began.
"Suoicodilaipxecitsiligarfilacrepus!" the pink party pony beamed.
Cadence let out a sigh. "He just leaves stuff everywhere!" she said.
"Exactly!" Rarity said. "And he forgets his manners every other minute."
"Don't forget about how he snores like a monster," Cadence pointed out, with a small giggle.
Rarity wrinkled her nose. "Oh, how could I?" she grumbled. "Do you know how many times I had to send him to the couch because of it? I've lost count!"
Cadence laughed. "Let's not forget he can't cook to save his life," she teased.
"Actually," Rarity mused, as she took a sip of her wine. "That's me." She smiled bashfully. "It's a good thing that dragons have fireproof scales or he would have third-degree burns."
"Well, a toast to insufferable husbands?" Cadence smiled, levitating her glass up.
"To insufferable husbands," Rarity chuckled.
"Married life is nice, but--"
"--definitely not all it's cracked up to be."
The two mares laughed, and shared a grin...
...only before a loud crash was heard.
"Uh, honey? You didn't need that vanity for anything, did you?" Shining Armor called.
"I'm taking away your swords for a week!" Cadence yelled back. She playfully rolled her eyes, and released a sigh. "Men."
Rarity smirked. "Can't live with them, can't live without them," she said.
This was it. What she had worked and waited for. Her dream come true. Sweetie Belle could barely believe it, here she was, backstage, ready to officially perform on Bridleway for the very first time. Everypony in the city of Manehatten knew her as the young rookie who got lucky, but now tonight, they would know her as the lead role in the famous musical known as Marespray. Ever since she was a child, Sweetie Belle had longed to perform on this stage, and here she was.
"You really think I can do this?" she said anxiously.
Rarity finished sewing the last button on her sister's costume and she smiled proudly. "I don't think so," she said. "I know you can."
Sweetie Belle grinned bashfully. "Thanks for being here, Rarity," she murmured.
"I wouldn't miss this for the world," Rarity declared. "Now, get out there and show them what you've got!"
With a confident expression, Sweetie Belle bolted out on stage, just as the music started up. The crowd was huge, massive even. What a rush it gave her.
"Good morning, Baltimare! Every day's like an open door! Every night is a fantasy, every sound is like a symphony!~"
This was it. This was the show that would make her famous...
