One day of browsing the site
led me to a most interesting sight.
A story of a man named Keith
that had fallen into an interseting Heath.
But to his surprise, of the joy he retrieves,
he finds new creatures, six talking ponies.
A way home is what he desires,
but friends and adventure is what he acquires.
This poem was written for my friend,
but sadly it must now come to an end.

I will now be accepting applications for the positions of Proofreader, Grammar Nazi, and Brainstormer. The requirements for Brainstormer are 1) You must send the time zone you are in 2) Must have Skype, Google talk, etc. (not facebook or myspace) 3) Must be able to work with others because I want multiple Brainstormers. PM me if you want to apply

P.S. Artemis, Deajer don't worry I still like you guys.

Is it just me, or has anyone else noticed that the character icon for Applejack looks like it's trying to seduce you?

Seriously, who reads these?

It was a regular Wednesday night and i just got home. i jump to my laptop to add another chapter to my story, My little life, but something was wrong. It was the WORST. POSSIBLE. THING. EVER. My internet was down . I was distraught. I decided that it was nothing and it would be back tomorrow. so i waited. the next day i came home and checked my laptop. but sadly there was no internet. I called my internet provider and asked

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I feel like im trapped in a dark, cold cave with a cool breeze, as something is sending telekinetic waves at me in sync with my heart beat that go through my body giving me vertigo like symptoms,

i have never felt like this before. It is like something is trying to make me black out. i dont think i can resist much longer