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The Poetry Of The LayersThe Poetry Of The LayersThe Poetry Of The Layers by earwig888
Maud Pie sorted the samples on her display table. She’d been doing it for quite a while, and she wasn’t getting any closer to being satisfied.
It was the annual Ponyville Trade Fair, and Maud was tending the Pie Family Rock Farm booth. She had offered to take over the booth so her younger sisters could tour the fair’s other exhibits, and get a bit of lunch. Limestone and Marble Pie had readily agreed, mainly because they knew the best way to make Maud happy was to leave her alone with the rocks.
A perfect display table would be a nice nice gift for her little sisters, but Maud just wasn’t going to get everything right before the girls returned. It was hard. So very hard.
The best samples needed to be at the front of the table where they could catch a passing pony’s eye. Unfortunately, this required Maud to pick her favorites. Every time she thought she had picked the best rocks for th
Pen And Paper HeartsPen And Paper HeartsPen And Paper Hearts by earwig888
“I scream my war cry and charge,” declared Trogor the ogor. “‘I will eat your livers!’”
“I raise my axe and charge at my battle brother’s side,” stated Hard Head the minotaur.
“I, the mighty Stupendor, summon the arcane forces of nature, preparing to blast it right between the eyes…!”
“Um…” began Hermione Shyblossom, the pixie-fairy. “Is it too late to reconsider?”
“That, like, totally depends, Quiz,” answered Silver Spoon, from behind her GM screen. “Guys? Hermione is trying to call you back, do your characters listen to her?”
“Oh, what is it now, Quiz?” snapped Snips. “Don’t tell me you want to talk to them.”
“Yeah, Quiz. Your character always wants to talk to the monsters,” said Snails. “Don’t you ever just want to hit something?”
A Little Fixer-UpperA Little Fixer-UpperA Little Fixer-Upper by earwig888
“I had one job,” moaned Quizzical Greystone.
“It’s Ok, Quiz,” said Apple Bloom. “Miss Cheerilee just wants to talk to you about it.”
“Nopony’s mad at you, Quiz,” added Sweetie Belle. “Nopony has any reason to be mad at you.”
“Even if she is a little mad, she won’t yell at you or anything, Quiz,” said Scootaloo. “You know Cheerilee. She doesn’t even yell at us!”
“I had one job,” Quiz repeated. “Just deliver a simple message. I was to let the class know that Miss Cheerilee had been called away, and have everypony read from the history text until she returned. One simple job.”
When Quiz arrived in Ponyville she had no friends and none of the skills necessary for making friends. She suffered from such horrible social anxiety that it seemed unlikely that this would ever change. But this was Po
Being NeighborlyBeing NeighborlyBeing Neighborly by earwig888
I was in my office, and it looked like there I would stay. It didn’t feel right, but this was one of those rare mornings when I’d rather stay in and clear some paperwork than head out on patrol. The radio on my desk offered nothing to change that. Absolutely nothing coming in from dispatch required my attention.
“Altercation outside the Bad Horse Saloon,” crackled the radio. “Cherry Pie has gotten into the hard cider and she’s dancing on top of Deputy Bench Warrant’s wagon again.”
I laughed. Nopony knows what Cherry Pie finds so irresistible about dancing on Warrant’s cart (probably not even Cherry herself). But old Bench didn’t need my help; he’d handle this a few times before. Truth be told, I think he enjoys the attention.
LANTERNS OF EQUESTRIA: BLACKEST NIGHT - PrologueLanterns of Equestria Blackest NightLANTERNS OF EQUESTRIA: BLACKEST NIGHT - Prologue by BrutalityInc
PROLOGUE: IN THE BEGINNING
Once upon a time, in another universe, there was darkness.
It was the era before reality became defined, at the point before existence that constitutes all came to be, in the time before the very concept of Time itself existed, when the Universe was anything BUT.
There was nothing, nothing but an absolute, lifeless darkness that stretched infinitely in all directions.
And for a time, it was the way things were.
Then, at an unspecified point of history, a spark was struck, either by design, or accident.
And there was Light.
It was WHITE Light of Creation. In later days that point of history would come to be known in many names: Genesis, The Big Bang, the Dawn of Time, the Carving of the Heavens, Alpha, the Beginning of Everything, and so on.
The absolute darkness in the universe was replaced by the Light, and for a while, it filled all of reality with its brilliance.
From this beginn
The Puppy that Could FlyThe Puppy that Could Fly
One day I was walking in the street when a puppy ran up to me. The puppy barked and then rubbed against my legs. I smiled. "Hello puppy," I said, reaching down to pet its fluffy brown fur.
"You're cute." The puppy wagged its tail happily. "Arf!" he said. Then I asked the puppy if he had a home. He looked up at me sadly, and then I saw that he had no collar. So I scooped the
little creature up and carried him home.
Inside my house, I let the puppy down. He went, "Arf!" and then began to explore. He sniffed the floor and jumped up onto the couch and pawed the rug and inspected the lamp.
Then he leaped into the air and stayed.
My puppy could fly!
He flew all around the room and then he flew all around the room again, but the other way this time. Then he flew down into my arms and went, "Arf!" happily. I hugged him.
"You can fly!" He only smiled a doggy smile. And then I said, "How about I'll call you 'Fly'? How do you like that? It
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