17th of April, 2019
Entries submitted for Loganberry's 150-Word Flashfic Contests. Individual genre ratings, story summaries, and links are included within the long description.
Careless talk costs life lessons, as Amethyst finds out when confronted with the insatiably curious mind of Dinky. Genres: Comedy, Slice of Life Prompt: "The Most Important Things" Original Source: https://www.fimfiction.net/group/212112/flashfic/thread/368072/closed-flashfic-150-august-2018-the-most-important-things#comment/6531432 Fluttershy takes dedication of her animal friends to a whole new realm. A posthumous one, to be precise. Rainbow Dash is curious enough to find out more. Genres: Drama, Slice of Life Prompt: "Dead or Alive" Original Source: https://www.fimfiction.net/group/212112/flashfic/thread/375831/closed-flashfic-150-october-2018-dead-or-alive#comment/6607215 Take the Cutie Mark Crusaders, add a broken cookie jar, and what do you get? A headache, as Applejack inevitably finds out. Genres: Comedy, Slice of Life Prompt: "I Didn't Do It!" Original Source: https://www.fimfiction.net/group/212112/flashfic/thread/383925/flashfic-150-december-2018-i-didnt-do-it#comment/6689983 Fluttershy knows that sometimes, you learn the secret of flash bee diplomacy from ancient legends and patient detective work. Rainbow Dash knows that sometimes, you just wing it. Genres: Comedy Prompt: "Honesty Ain't the Best Policy" Original Source: https://www.fimfiction.net/group/212112/flashfic/thread/387339/flashfic-150-january-2019-honesty-aint-the-best-policy#comment/6730141 Zecora receives a rude awakening when a midnight thief decides to dig up some ancient history. Genres: Drama Prompt: "Hidden Motives" Original Source: https://www.fimfiction.net/group/212112/flashfic/thread/390888/flashfic-150-february-2019-hidden-motives#comment/6754980 Octavia Melody finds herself in the unexpected position of convincing Lyra Heartstrings of the existence of mixed genres, such as Dubstep Cello. It requires a most unorthodox detour through past seasons. Genres: Comedy, Random, Slice of Life Prompt: "I Was Blind, (But Now I See)" Original Source: https://www.fimfiction.net/group/212112/flashfic/thread/394488/flashfic-150-march-2019-i-was-blind-but-now-i-see#comment/6782038 The no-nonsense, highly organized Amethyst has to come to terms with an uncomfortable fact: this bumbling, chaotic, well-intentioned pegasus has had a far more interesting life than hers. Genres: Slice of Life Prompt: "The Last Thing on the List" Original Source: https://www.fimfiction.net/group/212112/flashfic/thread/397877/flashfic-150-april-2019-the-last-thing-on-the-list#comment/6829897
“Is it family?” said Dinky.
“Family is nepotism,” said Amethyst, who knew knee-jerk cynicism went clean over Dinky’s innocent head.
“Cronyism. No, I
Dinky examined dinner suspiciously. “It’s not something
stupid like ‘hot sauce’, is it?” Stupid. Uh oh.
“Er…” said Amethyst.
“You said, ‘Don’t forget the most important thing!’ just now–?”
Amethyst’s mind splashed wildly to meet suddenly deepening expectations. Hastily, she changed the “stupid” answer in her head. Dinky always expected something worldly-wise from Big Sis.
Maybe some old line, like “say please and thank you”?
A masterstroke of inspiration: “It’s… what friendship
aspires to be. Sharing fun… Sticking together come rain or shine… Feeling secure together…”
“You mean love?”
“You just wanted me to get the hot sauce, didn’t–?”
“Yes,” said Amethyst, defeated.
Dinky giggled. “Okie-dokie. But I
love your new answer better.”
Amethyst stuffed her reddening face.
Fluttershy was dead. Again. Rainbow Dash too, though only by invitation.
While Fluttershy strode forwards, Rainbow followed warily, regretting her prior curiosity. Besides, she’d expected… well, something heavenly. Like Cloudsdale.
It’s just forest. She gulped. Oh, it’s not all like this, said Fluttershy. I’ve seen other parts. Anyway, it’s really more the spirit of all forests. Forests have spirits!?
Fluttershy said nothing. The ethereal trees spoke for themselves.
How did you get us here anyway!? Rainbow’s voice cracked. Practice. Then Fluttershy hunkered down near a burrow. Mr and Mrs Squeakers? Wait. Didn’t those two mice die yester–? Oh… All animals are under my care. ALL animals. What!? I thought you were just being sappy! What bothers a dead mouse!?
Fluttershy fiddled with Mr Squeakers’ ghostly leg.
Phantom pain. Poor, poor things…
Eventually, Rainbow relaxed. Dead forests and spirit mice were beyond her, but Fluttershy being Fluttershy? Well, THAT she understood.
Apple Bloom gulped. “Nopony did it! It could’ve fallen out accidentally!”
Applejack snorted. “Right. The cookie jar jumped out the cupboard. From the back. Behind stuff. And smashed on the floor over there.” She turned to Sweetie Belle. “You?”
“No… I mean, I
thought about taking cookies, but I never got there in time.”
Anyone that stupidly honest had to be innocent.
watched it happen.”
Applejack pouted. “So, seen who done it?”
Outside, Winona barked. Sweetie Belle’s eyes darted nervously to Scootaloo.
“Not me!” said Scootaloo. “I just took the apple tarts. And the fritters. But not the cookies!”
who took them!?” insisted Applejack.
Winona rushed indoors, her coat trailing crumbs.
All three hung their heads. “We trained Winona to fetch them,” mumbled Apple Bloom.
Applejack sighed. “'Plausible deniability', huh? Tried sneaking around your conscience? Never works. Least
you’re lucky: Granny never caught you trying that trick…”
“THIS TIME!” Rainbow zoomed away, towards the hive.
Hearing hoofsteps, Fluttershy turned. “Cattail?”
“What’s the hullaballoo,
They watched Rainbow encircling the swarm.
Incroyable! Ain’t seen nobody try takin’ flash bee honey without masks.”
Blushing, Fluttershy gripped the first-aid kit. “Sorry. I should’ve recommended the masks harder, but I didn’t wanna
Another flash. Another yelp.
“She’ll get herself stung and coma-tized! Din’t you tell her it’s no good musclin’ a hive that resists magic?”
“I tried. Rainbow thought pegasus magic might work.”
“Once. Now she thinks–”
“I WON’T LOSE TO A BUNCH OF ZAPPY BUGS!” yelled Rainbow, feinting swiftly. Angry buzzing rivalled her yelps.
Cattail goggled. “Ain’t you gonna help her?”
“Now!? Rainbow would
never forgive me. I’ll wait till she’s finished. See, we understand each other–”
“Be honest about her chances! Tell her it’s hopeless!”
Another yelp: Fluttershy winced. “Oh, I don’t wanna wait
Midnight. Zecora awoke: outside, a shovel scraped against dirt. Carefully, she exited her hut.
I’ll show them! Criticizing Trixie’s conjurations, insulting Trixie’s sleight-of-hoof, Trixie was performing for charity…”
Digging a pit, a shadow levitated a box, opened–
Zecora’s lantern lit up. “Returning to your older tricks?
It seems your lesson failed to stick.”
Trixie froze. Rising out: the alicorn amulet.
Blushing, Trixie disconnected the amulet’s gemstone. “Back off! This part contains the curse!”
Zecora tensed. “If you pursue this reckless course,
I’ll be obliged to use great force–”
Whereupon, Trixie dropped said gemstone back into the box. “Oh,
fine! I was going to sell the ‘de-cursed’ amulet secretly, thus raising charity money I failed to make. Sure, rub it in!”
Sighing, Zecora smiled. “Your pride may slink in shadows, true,
But really: ask before you do. Though meaning well, good works and pride So rarely ought to coincide.”
“Dubstep Cello,” repeated Octavia. “Unorthodox, but superior to that barbaric Pony Pokey.”
Wha!?” Lyra spluttered. “Genre-mixing?”
worked, O unimaginative non-visionary.”
“Ha! What next? Propagand-Operas with Starlight’s town?”
“I’ve done propag-anthems in Ponyville! ‘Classic Winter Rap-Ups.’”
“Never heard of it.”
“Lyra! I’ll inspire you yet. Imagine… CMC: Cello-Mark-Crusaders!”
They imagined it.
“No,” they agreed.
Lyra snorted. “You wanna
keep your copyright? Ah! Cadence’s Magico-Mysteria Changeling-Aria! That’d be awesome.”
“Plus Equestria’s entire Apple clan performing country, barn-raising style.”
“DJ Discord!” Lyra gulped a glass of water.
“Hearth’s-Warming-Spirit-Soul-Music: Past, Present, Future! Wait… nah, Snowfall Frost’s old-hat…”
‘Olivia!’ songs, instead?”
“Plus Coloratura’S-apphire ShoreS-ongbird Serenade, plus Ponytone-Pinkamena’s Wonderbolt-rapping Blues…” Lyra grinned. “Right on! This mixing-genres gig’s
the most awesome-tastic idea ever!”
Cooool! When we doing it!?”
you fund it.”
Eee… Oh. S-Sorry. Try again.”
“Foiled! Alas. Our minds, but not our purses, have been filled with untapped riches…”
Yawning, Amethyst surveyed her office-slash-living-room-slash-place-to-wonder-what-the-hayseed-had-gone-wrong-with-her-life. For Derpy, she ticked the last item on “Derpy’s Buck-It List!!!!!”
She frowned. “Rodeo… Languages…
“Aheh. Well, one thing led to another, then poof! Twenty-six adventures before breakfast.”
Amethyst glowered… then relaxed. Derpy, lying? Never. She’d
seen Derpy do some of these. The French-learning had consisted of Derpy’s “bonny-jo-urr, silver plate” school of multilingualism, but she’d tried.
“Now what? I must’ve done everything in the world.”
Amethyst boiled with resentment. Either hard work organizing or a hard time watching Twilight do it instead. She'd hardly ever left Ponyville.
How should I know?” she muttered.
Derpy leaked misery.
With instant shame, Amethyst cooled down. After all, Derpy still trusted… valued…
her list-making skills.
“Don’t suppose…” Amethyst mumbled guiltily “…you’d teach
me some French?”
And Derpy cheered up like a Hearth’s Warming present. Now
that was worth an afternoon of “Jer swee Der-pay”.