Just Like HerIt was a mildly warm sunny day, the birds singing and the flowers in bloom. The playground swarmed with small fillies and colts alike. Screams of joy echoed throughout as those who played hide-and-seek were found. There was one small filly who wasn't playing or having fun with the rest of the ponies. She was sitting out in the middle of the previously mowed field, the scent of fresh grass making its way through her nose and calming her slightly as she looked towards the sky. A fresh tear made its way down the orange coat, slightly darkening the fur as it passed along.
Scootaloo had always wanted to be just like her, but never had the chance to. The 'gift' that she was given was her nightmare. Other fillies and colts called her 'chicken' for being the one flightless pegasus that they had known. Sure, she had two other friends that loved her for who she was, but the mockery passed onto them for being an affiliate to the chicken. They seemed to be able to handle it themselves, but she fel
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Ponies have always been afraid of death and what it may bring. They fear the solitude of eternity, but who's to say that there is anything to fear? Nopony has ever came back from the dead to tell their tale, and for that matter, nopony ever will. The memories of our lifetime reside deep within our minds, hidden away until our final moments in this world. In your final moments of life after death, you have 7 minutes to relive your life. Funny thing it is how the brain has 7 minutes of activity after you supposedly 'die'.
Twilight Sparkle stood in a vast abyss of nothingness, unsure of where she was or how she had gotten there in the first place. She looked around frantically, trying to scan the abyss for any possible exit or somepony to tell her where she was.
'Twilight!' she could hear Rainbow Dash call to her, 'Twilight! Wake up!'
Sunburst lingered in a dusty, long unused room of his home, revisiting memories from nearly twenty years before. His golden-yellow coat and red mane caught the light of the setting sun and bathed the wall to his left in yellow and pink. Against the same wall was a dresser, on top of which sat several framed pictures of a mare whose coat and mane colors mirrored those shining on the wall.
The scenes in the pictures varied. One was of the mare stretching her pastel yellow wings and looking on the viewer with a smile. Another as she ran a brush through her pink mane, one eye focused towards the camera and a pleased smile on her face. She was clearly very pregnant and was practically radiating love. At a glance one could tell it had been taken in the same room, a brush next to the frame with several long strands of pink hair further proof; it was the same brush from the picture. Several other photos were clustered with the rest, all of the same mare. There was not a single p
The Fire in Her Eyes Ch. 5The hardwood floor beneath Fluttershy's feet chilled her hooves as a sense of dread fell into the surrounding air. Muscles in her body began to tighten. Her room grew hotter, and Rainbow came across Fluttershy's mind. Her grace and power was always a factor that she had enjoyed with Rainbow Dash, but this image of her seemed to be different. It was as if Dash was on the brink; about to let go of reality and all of its connections. Fluttershy scrunched her eyes together and grit her teeth, trying to keep back a volley of tears.
She didn't know why she wanted to cry, or why she even felt like there was something tragically wrong with Rainbow. Something in her heart just told Fluttershy to worry about her even though her mind told her that everything was alright.
Fluttershy was alone in her room, the bed made neatly, the curtains swaying in the gentle breeze that was flowing through the windows. She knew that there was nopony else here, but she had a feeling like someone was watching her.