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Palette trotted along the gold grass, listening intently to Hilt’s words. “Being a weather manager has its perks. It’s fun to see fillies play in the snow you make, or for couples to run in the rain. It’s actually quite rewarding!” Palette smiled to him, watching Hilt turn his head around several times. “So what’s around me?” he asked. “Grass. A lot of grass.” Hilt bowed his head as he chuckled softly. “Okay. Anything else besides grass?” “Not really, no.” Palette gazed at the scenery around them, spotting nothing more than the pink water and the stunning

Palette tapped the long stick around, dodging any nearby obstacles as she made her way to the park. Even though she had lost one of her senses, she had honed the others to an almost terrifying degree, being able to separate environmental noises such as wind from the chats of ponies around her. “My breakfast wasn’t that great.” “The Weather team better not repeat the same weather again!” “Ha! Yeah, right! Spitfire’s the best Wonderbolt!” She continued to weave through the street effortlessly, before her stick stopped mid swing, the solid sound of it hitting reaching Palette’s sharp ear.

“Honey! Come on, get up, it’s time for dinner!” Palette rose from her bed, her hooves going up to her eyes to wipe the dirt from them. She swung to her left and hopped off, landing on the carpeted floor with a muffled ‘thud’. Giving her hooves a light stretch, she groaned, her ears picking up the soft sizzle of the stove just outside. With a deep sniff, her nose caught the aroma of something delicious, it didn’t even take a second for her to know what was being cooked. Pancakes. Palette reached to her right, grabbing a small cane and lightly tapping it around as she trotted forward. Once she felt the smoo

“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

(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) ) 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 though

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

“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

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

I 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. 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

Author's Note: I recommend listening to this (http://www.youtuberepeat.com/watch?v=FFLnOIFfjpo) while reading this fanfic. Twilight swung her scarf around her neck, tightening it with a glow of her horn. Next, she lifted the pair of earmuffs to the top of her head, covering each of her ears with warm fur.  Surrounding all four hoofwarmers with a light pink hue, she danced them to her hooves, making sure that her ankles were warm in the chilly weather. "Spike, I'm going out!" Twilight shouted in her treebrary, lifting her saddlebags onto her back. "You behave at the party alright?" "Ugh, Twilight!" Spike yelled back, walking out from the ki