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What if an Apple Fell?What if an Apple Fell? by ~Sycharge
Applejack felt her mane fly in the wind as she galloped down a field on the outskirts of Ponyville. With the morning sun shining brightly down on them, she squinted her eyes and locked them at the only tree which stood a short distance away. Giving herself one last push, she rushed forward, leaping and touching the trunk.
“Ah’m first!” Applejack shouted with elation as a cyan pegasus zipped beside her, touching the trunk of the tree mere seconds later.
“Horse feathers!” Rainbow Dash cursed, kicking her hind hooves in the air.
Applejack pushed herself off the grass, giving a joyous smirk as she turned to face Rainbow.
“Another close one, Rainbow!” Applejack spoke between pants.
Rainbow gave a frustrated sigh. “Yeah, all the races we’ve done have been nothing but close!”
Applejack lowered herself to the foot of the tree, her back resting against the bark as her eyes gazed at the small village a short distance away. Mimicking App
Sweetie Belle has the Worst IdeasSweetie Belle has the Worst Ideas by ~Sycharge
“Okay! That should be it!” Sweetie shouted, tightening the last knot of the rope tied around her waist. Turning her attention back to the two fillies beside her, she made sure that the rope that strung the three of them together was tight and sturdy.
The Cutie Mark Crusaders stood at the edge of a cliff. Staring down below, Scootaloo was terrified at the sight of the sharp, jagged rocks which laid at the its foot.
“I... I don’t know about this...” Scootaloo stammered.
“Don’t worry, Scoots!” Sweetie Belle squeaked. “Those are just some razor-sharp jagged rocks! Nothing to worry about!”
Apple Bloom looked over the cliff as well, her hooves immediately freezing. “W-w-why are we doing this again?”
“Because...” Several white bubbles rose from Sweetie Belle’s head into the sky, leading into one huge bubble where a flashback played.
Scootaloo sat on a bench in the park, tears running down h
Memoirs of a Gryph0n: The Unfortunate AccidentMemoirs of a Gryph0n: The Unfortunate Accident by ~Sycharge
Well, where should I start? Gryph gripped the pencil in his mouth, staring down at the page below. Twilight said that I should write my memories in this diary. That is until I can get the real me back. He lifted the pencil off the paper, staring up at the ceiling with dreamy eyes for a few seconds before lowering his head back down. I guess starting at the beginning of all this is as good a place as any.
“Scauden! Open the door!” A feminine voice echoed from outside the door.
“Just a minute!” Scauden shouted back from inside his room. He reached for his wrench, pulling it close with his claw. Swiftly, he stuck it to a bolt on the small machine in front of him. It stood about fifteen centimeters tall, accompanied with a maze of wires entangling around a large tube of metal, which ended in a sphere at the top. “Alright. Just need to tighten this screw and.... done!” He shouted, dropping the wrench in front of him.
SmileI don’t know what to do, I really don’t. I don’t feel healthy, waking up every single day to the expectations of others. Yet here I am, sitting in front of the mirror with that gaze from a pink pony staring back at me. I can’t even tell its me anymore. It just looks like another pony, caught by life’s wretched grasp. That short, fallen mane, dead gaze and emotionless expression. Is that what I really am? I can’t even live my day out anymore.Smile by ~Sycharge
Every single day I get myself groomed, to be the best I can be. To be the pony everyone expects me to be. No one asks if I’m okay and how can I blame them? How can they ask something that they don’t even suspect? Some days I just want a break. To have somepony who knows who I really am so that I may borrow their shoulders to cry on, but then they wouldn’t be smiling, would they? I wish that I could get a hug, for somepony to tell me that they know I’m not okay. For them to tell me,