The Youth in the Garden, Chpt. 4 by TheDescendantofKehAn, literature
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The Youth in the Garden, Chpt. 4
Chapter 4
For Fluttershy, there were no easy answers.
The proper authorities had come, had claimed the youth, his weapon, and the accoutrements. Within a few hours all that remained to mark the passing of the boy from her garden were the squashed plants, the broken stalks, and a prevailing sense of unease and concern that floated through the pegasus.
Her friends did all that they could for her, each coming to be with her, hoping to get her to talk about her experience. Yet, in truth, there was little that she could tell them. She could tell her friends no more than she had told the officers, biologists, and cryptozoologists who had come to
The Youth in the Garden, Chpt. 3 by TheDescendantofKehAn, literature
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The Youth in the Garden, Chpt. 3
Chapter 3
The youth felt himself fall through the smoke, felt himself fall for what felt like an extraordinarily long time. His eyes closed, and he waited for the feel of the earth thudding into him.
Yet, as he fell, something shifted around him.
He felt himself lying upon the ground. Oddly, there was no pain. No, there was no pain, and he felt himself wrapped in a sort of hazy unawareness.
The smoke was gone.
Was was he lying next to a pumpkin?
The youth blinked. He heard no sounds of musket fire. There was no high staccato sound of the rebel yell, no calls of dying men, no
The pain began.
It welled up deep, flashing out
The Youth in the Garden, Chpt. 2 by TheDescendantofKehAn, literature
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The Youth in the Garden, Chpt. 2
Chapter 2
"Allorian Allie?"
The youth looked deep into the locket, his eyes lingering over the picture of the one who rested within. As Lewis called for him once more he slowly closed it, letting his mother's image sit in his mind's eye as he slowly pressed it back inside his sack coat.
"Allie," Lewis asked again, nervousness pouring out of him with each word, "why do you suppose we're sittin' here? The other brigade's been fightin' up there for a fair bit, and we ain't gone in yet. Why do ya' think the general ain't put us in yet? Are we gonna go in?"
The youth looked up to the tree above them. Through them came a constant pitter-p
The Youth in the Garden, Chpt. 1 by TheDescendantofKehAn, literature
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The Youth in the Garden, Chpt. 1
"The Youth in the Garden"
Written by The Descendant
Cover Art by AnneHairball
Chapter 1
Fluttershy stood in the bathroom, once more running the towel up and down her forelegs.
She squinted in the pre-dawn darkness, trying to see what could have brought her the unusual sensation, the one that had woken her.
"I-I could have sworn that my hoovsey's were all wet they seemed so, wet," she said aloud to nopony. "L-like, oh, like splashing in water "
She lifted the towel and touched it to her face. It was as dry as a bone. Even as the sensation began to fade away it seemed to linger in her memory. It had felt so real, seemed so muc
On Pins and Needles, Chapter 3 by TheDescendantofKehAn, literature
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On Pins and Needles, Chapter 3
Chapter 3: Sewing it Together
"Now, it's just peroxide, Darling, but it will sting."
"That's cool, no problem."
"I just want to be sure that your poor back is disinfected before I put the bandages on."
"Yeah, no, I get it it's fine."
"It shall sting a bit, Darling. Are you ready?"
"Sure, no problem. Go ahead and pour it all over, I've got this."
"You're sure, Spike? It's going to sting, you know "
"Right, yeah, I'm good."
"Alright then, if you're ready. Here it comes "
" "
"Spike, Darling, kindly dis-attach yourself from my bathroom ceiling, your claws are damaging the stucco."
They stood together before the d
On Pins and Needles, Chapter 2 by TheDescendantofKehAn, literature
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On Pins and Needles, Chapter 2
Chapter 2: Needles
Rarity looked more like a mother cat carrying her kitten than a studious fashionista racing to provide aid to a dragon whelp.
Indeed, as Spike wrapped his arms and legs closer, as his tail came up between his legs, he played the part even more so. As the pain coursed through him he curled tighter and tighter into a ball. The sensation of hanging by the scruff of his neck from Rarity's lips only added to his discomfort.
Rarity had no time to ponder that. As her magic flew in front of her, the bathroom door flung open, and inside an instant she withdrew a white towel from the linen closet.
She laid him there, upon the bat
On Pins and Needles, Chapter 1 by TheDescendantofKehAn, literature
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On Pins and Needles, Chapter 1
On Pins and Needles
Written by The Descendant
Chapter 1: Pins
Falling dreams are supposed to be nightmares.
Falling dreams are supposed to make those who dream them come awake with screams. Falling dreams are supposed make the dreamer pour sweat upon their sheets and sit up in their beds and tremble with a thick, palpable fear.
This was no nightmare.
The dreamer did not come awake. Instead the dreamer kept her mind in the moment, fought to remain in the dream.
This was no nightmare. This was the sweetest kind of dream.
Rarity felt the tears in her eyes, but it was not fear that drew them from her. It was not the wind that the dream wa
Dear Adolescent Self,
I know, everything sucks and you don't want to hear from some lame-ass old person. Lame-ass old people try to tell you things like this all the time, but they're just stupid old people that can't possibly understand. You don't respect me because I'm not in a band, I don't have black hair, and I don't look awesome. I don't write screamey songs that speak to your weasley black soul, nor am I Tim Burton or Freddie Mercury. I get it, past self. I get it. Frankly, I don't want to hear things from me either most of the time. As lame as I may be, just hear me out for a minute.
There's this thing you should really, really try,
They Also Serve Who Only Stand and Wait by orphicfiddler, literature
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They Also Serve Who Only Stand and Wait
I don't know when we first went underground. I don't even know if it was one mass exodus, a swarm of mankind trickling through the earth's crust so vehement we carved our own caverns by the force of trampling feet, or whether it was a gradual process, perhaps even a repetitive one, a family here, a neighborhood there. For all I know, the echo of the damp subterranean machine has always reverberated off the cave walls, created long past by the Angels, who think of our well-being even while they shake their heads helplessly at our flaws.
They say that those who remained on the surface were raptured away in a great flash of light, like a millio
Scootaloo's Autobiography - Chapter 17 by Tails-155, literature
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Scootaloo's Autobiography - Chapter 17
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This is the most frustrating choice I've ever had. Mom, a couple of weeks ago, sent some pictures and a recommendation for me to go to Flight Camp. I got invited, it's next week... I don't want to leave Featherweight alone, he's still not his normal self.
I talked with Mom and Dad, and they said the decision is up to me. Mom said even being invited is something to be proud of. I definitely agree, I'm very proud of the invitation, but I can't leave Featherweight. Mom says it's up to me, and that she wouldn't be hurt if I decided not to go. She said she understands why I'm having trouble. I could really learn a lot, and I