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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 R
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!&rd
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
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 c