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Luna's Question About LoveEarly one morning, as the sun and the moon were exchanging places over the land of Equestria, Princess Celestia and her younger sister Luna were sharing their first meal together in ages. A silence filled with heavy tension seemed to have befallen the two pegasus unicorns, until Luna finally summoned up the courage to speak. She still wasn't fully comfortable speaking to the one responsible for her thousand-year exile to the moon, and it would be a long time before she finally did feel that comfort. Nonetheless, Luna had a question that she needed answering sooner rather than later.
"Yes, what is it, Luna? Before you do, though, please allow me to remind you that there is no need to refer to me in such a formal manner, you know; we are sisters, after all."
"Sorry about that."
"It's perfectly fine. Now, what is it you want to ask me?"
Luna took in a deep breath to calm her nerves. "I'm very confused about something: what exactly is it that you're supposed to f
The Wrong Fillydelphia
The Wrong Fillydelphia
by Purple Tinker, illustrated by Cuprohastes
CHAPTER I: In Which Twilight Takes a Trip
"C'mon, Spike, time to wake up," Twilight called. Spike, curled up in his basket, still remained very much asleep, emitting contented snores. It was 5 in the morning, and only Luna's dim moonlight illuminated the sleeping towns and cities of Equestria.
"Spike…," she repeated, a little annoyed. Only the sounds of quiet snoring reached Twilight's ears.
"SPIKE!" The baby dragon half-opened his eyes, sniffed, and looked blearily towards his pony friend for the briefest of moments. "Mmnn… just five more minutes," he mumbled, his eyes already closing again.
Twilight sighed. "That's what you said half an hour ago," she muttered under her breath, groaning in aggravation. She glanced towards the dragon, who was again starting to snore, and focused her magic on his slumbering form. Her horn began to twinkle, as did Spike, who slowly
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son sup
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