After two years it's still good t be a Brony.
They're Not Touching You!They’re Not Touching You!They're Not Touching You! by ~earwig888
(Quizzical Tries To Tell A Ghost Story)
“…and they never came back!”
“Good one, Dinky,” cheered Apple Bloom. The Cutie Mark Crusaders and some of their friends were having a sleepover at their club house, and they were taking turns telling ghost stories around a campfire.
“Yeah, not bad,” drawled Scootaloo, affecting a casual tone. “But I still have the scariest story.”
Scootaloo had always been the most competitive of the CMC, and she had grown increasingly so as she hung out with Rainbow Dash more and more. What rankled the others was that the story telling hadn’t begun as a competiti
Chapter 9 (WIP)Quizzical Greystone And The Basements Of DoomChapter 9 (WIP) by ~earwig888
Chapter 9 (WIP)
“Nnnnnnnngh!” Quiz clenched her teeth so tightly the other ponies thought she might shatter her jaw.
“Quizzie!” Shadow moved toward her.
“No!” Quiz managed to wave him back. “Do…not…approach…me…”
“Stay back, Shadow. She’ll explode all over you,” sneer Diamond Tiara. Then what she had just said registered. “She turned away and whispered, “Oh, Sweet Celestia, she’s actually going to explode.”
Part 4 To Light A FirePart 4 To Light A Fire by ~earwig888
Adventures in Cake Sitting
Part 4, the finale: To Light a Fire
A copy of the furnace owner’s manual hovered over Quiz’s nose, next to a book on furnace repair she had summoned from the library. As she paged through them the two rarely touched works shed dust.
A sneezing fit was the least of Quiz’s worries.
Quiz muttered to herself. “There is power and the breaker switches are in order. The fuel oil tank is nearly full. There is a strong pilot light. It appears a faulty safety device is telling the furnace it is unsafe to turn on.”
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