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A Moment To Remember Chapter 3: What's In A NameThe train was now rolling through the countryside at a good pace; then again this whole place seems to be nothing but countryside with a few small towns dotted about. I could hear Celestia and Twilight talking about something, it sounded more like the babble of a teacher and a student then a ruler and her subject, but I was not really paying attention.
I took a look around the car. Rainbow was reading a book she had brought. Applejack was sitting acrossed from rainbow, it seemed like she was sleeping, but I could not tell. Rarity and a yellow pony seemed to be talking about something in a magazine Rarity had brought along. The pink pony, Pinky Pie I think her name is, was sitting with Princess Luna; they both seemed to be admiring a cart of treats a pony was rolling through. The pony stopped at our seats. “Princess would you like something from the trolley?” the pony asked.
“No thank you, I have been trying to cut down on my sweets. Brian, Twilight would you two like
EB Chapter 2: Blades of Our PastChapter 2: Blades of Our Past
“Mom, I don’t want you to go” a little colt cried out.
“Don’t worry, it will only be for a few days, besides, you’ll get to spend time with your favorite sitter” the colt’s mother said with a smile.
“Why do you have to go” the colt cried out a few tears running down his face.
“You know are family is honor bound to serve the princess, it was a command of hers, so no more tears, my little Blades” she said wiping away his tears. Blades sniffled a little then let out a big yawn for it was very late, well past his bedtime. Using magic Blades’s mother picked him up and put him on her back and covered him in a blanket. Outside Mr. Knight was packing a cart with supplies. There were several ponies doing the same, for every member of the Knight family was getting ready to leave, and of the family, Blades being the youngest was going to be left in Canterlot under the watch
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
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