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The StashThough the bulk of my interaction with him was casual, I had always assumed that Eric valued our friendship more than I did. I found out differently on the day I walked by his house, and found him loading up a U-Haul. He said that he had found some prime real estate and “it’s a buyer’s market.” He didn’t offer a forwarding address.

Of course, no bank employee in their right mind would offer Eric a loan, and I suspected that his real reason for leaving was that the creditors were closing in. A couple days later, a peek through the window gave a clearer picture as to the speed of his escape. Eric had only packed tThe Stashin Non-pony

Two Boys Whoever it was who initiated the SCRAM could not have foreseen the consequences of his actions. All he knew was that things weren’t right, and the reactor had to be shut down. The power should have gone down. It didn’t.

The boy is short, even for a three-year old, and in his good moods, the staircase is a challenge. It remains fun throughout, a mountain to be scaled. When his moods are more sour, its shadow is much longer, more portentous. The second scariest moment in his short life was seeing those stairs for the first time, and knowing just how often he would have to make that climb. He wanted to cry, but shuddered to explaiTwo Boysin Non-pony

I had a dog, once.

All Things Go, Part 2 Twilight wasn’t sure that she really needed wings, but she had faith that the Princess chose her for a reason. She was less sure of the strength of those wings, and of her ability to operate them for an extended period of time. She had read up on pegasi while Rainbow Dash was at Wonderbolt training, and the formulas for compensating for wind speed and aerodynamics had been permanently etched into her mind through repetition. But as with so many other things, the frustrating maxim was once again true: reading was one thing, doing it was something else entirely.

Twilight landed back in the castle courtyard, a little unsteady, but carefAll Things Go, Part 2

Amir and Harun The iron gears, enormous and polished to perfection, radiated heat even in the shade of the cavern. Amir re-adjusted the rags he had wrapped around each hand. No reason to get burned more than he had already. When he pressed his covered hand against the iron, he could feel the warmth through the cloth, and he smiled, at least until he shifted his hand, and the gear rattled. Still a little loose, he thought, and called out to his partner.

“Harun!”

No answer.

“Give me the hammer, Harun!” he shouted, and held out his open palm behind him, hoping to feel its weight placed there sometime before the year 300.

When aAmir and Harunin Non-pony

Sweet Alohain Original "ART"

DMC: Devil May Cry

It's extremely rare that I get to play a game during the month of its release. I'm a Gamefly subscriber, and the older games usually go out first. The last time I sent a game out, I expected to receive either Black Ops 2 or Far Cry 3, not a release from only a few weeks prior. But when I checked the mail, what should be waiting for me but DMC, the reboot of the popular Playstation series Devil May Cry.

Now, I wasn't a particular fan of the original series. In all fairness, I didn't even own a Playstation 2 until well after the PS3's release, so for a while, I was playing catch up to some of the titles I had missed in the previous generation.DMC: Devil May Cryin Non-pony

It Ain't Fair: A Critical Essay on Braeburn

Varying Shadesin Non-pony

Evidently Ponytownthe bucking cops are bucking keen
to bucking keep it bucking clean
the bucking chief's a bucking swine
who bucking draws a bucking line
at bucking fun and bucking games
the bucking kids he bucking blames
are nowhere to be bucking found
anywhere in pony town

the bucking scene is bucking sad
the bucking news is bucking bad
the bucking weed is bucking turf
the bucking speed is bucking surf
the bucking folks are bucking daft
don't make me bucking laugh
it bucking hurts to look around
everywhere in pony town

the bucking train is bucking late
you bucking wait you bucking wait
you're bucking lost and bucking found
stuck in bucking pony town

the bEvidently Ponytown

Fault Lines

The decade was not even two weeks old. My fall was still two years away. In three years, I would fulfill my responsibility as a middle-class white suburban child and begin writing these thoughts down. To what purpose, other than to attempt to find some meaning to a generally mundane existence while simultaneously stroking my own self-importance - I honestly can’t say. They say that writing your thoughts down can help. I hope they’re right.

When the earthquake hit Haiti that day, death estimates were at 100,000. Two weeks later, the number would be closer to 316,000 dead. The Baja California earthquake that would hit later that yeFault Linesin Non-pony

Godspeed.in Non-pony

No, I will not update Quicktimein Non-pony

I Dreamed a Dream

She chuckled as she unrolled her sleeping bag. No matter how much Apple Bloom denied it, Scootaloo recognized the symptoms of feather flu. Before any pegasus took their first flight, they got a crash course in how to catch the signs of the disease, lest it escalate in the middle of a flight. Of course, she knew that other ponies could catch it, and the cramps just built up in their shoulders instead of their wings. Still, Scootaloo couldn’t help accusing her friend of cozying up with Rumble. Her accent seemed to get stronger whenever she was defensive.

“Ah didn’t do nothin’!”

“Oh, I absolutely believe I Dreamed a Dream

All Things Go “Maybe a sabbatical would do me some good. Maybe a sabbatical would do me some good. Maybe a sabbatical would do me some good.”

Ears repeated the phrase to himself, his voice growing ever more mocking with each new sentence. The first time he said it - to Princess Celestia herself, no less - he stated it with confidence that was at least mostly genuine. There were always the nagging doubts. If he hadn’t those, he wouldn’t need the sabbatical in the first place. But Ears had certainly managed to convince himself that stepping away from the Canterlot School for a semester would clear his mind.

The train’s brakAll Things Go

Heart's So Heavy: an Orange-Cross Empire Prequel

Speed Reading I pressed the pedal further down, hoping for some sort of response - a burst of speed that sent me back into my seat, or even a slight lurch - but the speedometer didn't budge. Kip grunted from behind me. He was clearly as unimpressed as I was.

"I was at least hoping we'd top fifty-five."

I couldn't help but laugh. "Let me guess."

Kip adopted his best Keanu Reeves impression. "Step on the gas!"

I shook my head. "We couldn't even activate the bomb at this speed."

"Well, we need to think of something," Kip said, sticking his nose against a window. "They're not going anywhere."

I didn't have any doubts. No matter how loud I had turnSpeed Readingin Non-pony

mac/shining flashship"You guys should hang out!" Twilight's words still rang in Shining Armor's ear. Or at least, they would have if the insides of his ears hadn't been blasted out by the screaming of the band's lead singer. When finding a good place to stand for the concert his host had invited him to, he had made the mistake of standing directly in front of a speaker. Shining didn't consider himself an elitist or anything, but it was pretty clear that the captain of the Equestrian guard and a farmer from Equestria with a penchant for hardcore shows weren't exactly the two most compatible drinking buddies. Just because the "brothers of Elements of Harmony" club mac/shining flashshipin Coltcuddling

A Private Depression

America is the wealthiest nation on Earth, but its people are mainly poor, and poor Americans are urged to hate themselves. To quote the American humorist Kin Hubbard, "It ain't no disgrace to be poor, but it might as well be." It is in fact a crime for an American to be poor, even though America is a nation of poor. Every other nation has folk traditions of men who were poor but extremely wise and virtuous, and therefore more estimable than anyone with power and gold. No such tales are told by the American poor. - Kurt Vonnegut, "Slaughterhouse-Five"

You can see her in Dorothea Lange's famous portrait "Migrant Mother." The lines are etched A Private Depressionin Non-pony

Red Meets Yellow        “Happy birthday, Herp!”
        At first, she thought he was joking. After all, her birthday was over a week ago. Surely Dapples knew that.
        But if the unicorn was trying to play a prank, his poker face was impenetrable. He seemed just as excited as if he was the first pony to say it, even though she’d already put away all her presents and cards over the weekend. She smiled back at him over their lunch. “Thanks, Dapples!”
        He must havRed Meets Yellow

Holding Me Tight I wake up the same way I usually do after I’ve been drinking: with that drop of the stomach that comes in a freefall. It seems like so many of my dreams end with me falling through the air without a parachute. They never seem to scare me in the moment, but they wake me up if my stomach is already giving me problems.
For a moment, I taste the dinner I barely remember, fish tacos with some kind of salsa. Corn, probably. Even the thought of it threatens to turn the burp into something else, but I swallow the nausea and take a deep breath. The aiHolding Me Tightin Non-pony

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