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Power Ponies:The Nightmare During Hearths WarmingPower Ponies:The Nightmare During Hearths Warming by Sycharge
“It’s almost Hearths Warming!” Saddle Rager flew upwards, pinning a few lights around the Power Ponies Secret Headquarters.
“Ugh,” Fili-second groaned, rubbing her temple. “Can somepony please tell Saddle Rager to not be so cheerful at seven in the morning?”
“Oh come now, Fili-second. The joys of such an occasion must take effect even on you!” Zapp spoke with a large grin on her face as she zipped to the giant monitor placed in front of their hideout, lacing it with bells and tinsels.
“Sorry, Fili-second needs another millisecond of sleep.” The speedy pony grumbled, slumping her face down onto the huge circular table in the middle of the room. “Which in my terms, means hopefully two hundred more hours.”
At the right of the room, the loud ‘ding’ of the elevator echoed through the large and mostly empty hideout. As soon as the doors opened, a bright shine accompanied the pony trotting out of it.
Maps(Based on the song by Hey Ocean! Listening to the song before/while reading is recommended but not a must. Find the song here(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5O3dRbuZapk) )Maps by Sycharge
Twilight lowered herself on a small tree stump, feeling the soft dirt beneath her hooves. Turning her head upwards, she spotted the two benches just in front of her, one to the right and one to the left. She fixed her eyes on the dark green hue of the seats, her eyes carefully examining the grains that ran along them. In between the benches and right in the middle of Twilight’s gaze sat a table, made of a much lighter wood. At least, that’s what Twilight thought, but the orange glow of the setting sun which had been cast upon the scene had her questioning her observations.
Tilting her head to the left, she caught sight of the huge red barn, a landmark that brought her a sense of comfort and peace. While to her right, she spotted an orange mare not a meter away from her, sitting on a stump as well. The mar
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