PinkieShi

Alexandria walked down the corridor, sighing. Maybe this was silly, but she was sure he had walked this way when he left the Great Hall. He came here almost every day. Not that she was stalking him, of course. She simply wanted to see him. Every interaction she had with him seemed charged with something she couldn't really explain. She hurried down the corridor, looking behind her to make sure she wasn't followed. There, his cloak whipped around the corner. She sped up, so she could catch him. She turned the corner, only to be grabbed from behind. A hand covered her mouth and nose, while another arm wrapped around her to keep her still. "I'

I think about you Each and every day Hoping praying needing For you to look my way I wonder what would happen If our eyes should meet Would you look away Or fidget it your seat? How is it this happened This simple little crush That every time I look at you Red my cheeks do flush I love the twinkle in your eye I love the way you spike your hair It's almost like my heart is something You've tried your best to snare. I wait and wait for you to say That you like me too But it seems that waiting Is all I'll ever get to do. Maybe if I said it first You would say it back That would take courage Which is something that I lack

My mouth opened slightly at the sight before me. Never had I witnessed something so amazing looking. The light reflecting off the water made it look like crystal as my mother led me to the perfect spot. I was giddy already; jumping and hopping around. I wanted to go jump right into the water, but of course mom was going to be boring and make me put sun screen on first. At the age of six, I didn't care if I was burned or not-I just wanted to go swim. Other children my age ran and placed, and my feet ached to join in on the fun. It wasn't like I had much of a chance to play with other children at my actual house back in the mountains. Living i

"And that was the creature you freed. It could have escaped on its own, but they like to test the ponies they think need help the most, to see if they are worth." Pinkie was laying on the couch in the library while Twilight sat in a chair and read from a book, explaining what had happened. After a small silence, Twilight spoke again. "Pinkie, I know it's been a week, but I'm really sorry that I hurt your feelings that morning." "It's okay, Twily." Pinkie replied. Twilight looked at the pink mare. She was just laying on the couch, not bouncing or jumping around or anything like that. "Are you okay? You know I want you to tell me whenever yo

 "Finally have time for me, Twilight, since I've managed to become interesting." Twilight shrank back from the straight haired Pinkie. "Don't talk to my best friend like that!" The curly haired Pinkie confronted herself, nose to nose. The straight haired Pinkie chuckled. "You think she's your best friend. Really? After she just blew you off yesterday." "She didn't just blow me off, she was working. I understood that." Both Pinkie's eyes narrowed at one another. "Umm…Pinkie?" Twilight said as she walked up to the pair. Both pink mare's turned to look at her. "What?" "Okay, so we need a way to tell ya'll apart when talkin' to ya." Ap

The pink mare bounced over to the huge tree in the middle of town. Of course, the tree was also the library, but for today, she didn't want to check out any books. She just wanted to talk to one of her best friends and have fun. She liked doing this, surprising her friends with a day she sat aside just for them. She had even made sure the Cakes knew she couldn't watch the shop or babysit so she could spend the whole entire day with Twilight Sparkle. She opened the door and walked in. "Twily, are you home?" The grin on her face never faltered as she looked around the empty lower floor. "Twily?" she called again. She had adopted the nickname T

Rainbow Dash looked up at the stars with a grin. A whole day spent with a Wonderbolt. Andhe had invited  her back to the hotel the team was staying at to hang out. She was going to meet them all, in person. Had her feet been on the ground, she was sure her wings would have lifted her up from the excitement of it, but she was slowly flying next to Lightening Strike. She was flying next to a Wonderbolt. For what felt like the thousandth time that day, she held in her a fangirl squeal. She had never imagined her day off would become so amazing. It had started off simply enough. A rainbow-maned Pegasus slowly flew through the streets of Cloudsd

Dear Princess Celestia, Look, I don't want to do this. Twilight seems to think it'll help everypony to write to you. So here I am, but I don't know what to say. She's gone, and there ain't one thing me or anypony else can do about it. What is this suppose to accomplish? I know you had to think something of her. At least, I think you did. I think you think something of all of us. You let us write to you and sometimes you write us back. So I know you're sad about it, but who do you get to write to? No pony. I think everyone needs to just move on. I ain't trying to be harsh, but it would be better than what we're all doing right now, sitting

Dear Princess Celestia, I couldn't bring myself to write before now. Not because I didn't want to, I did. For once, I want to talk about emotions, I want to let everyone know how I feel. My best friend is gone, and I feel so guilty. I know why she did it. It was all my fault. I'm always saying how I'm awesome and cool and stuff, but really, Fluttershy was one of the coolest ponies I know. When we needed her, she would always always pull through, no matter what. I was teasing her with Pinkie two days before she died, but she seemed okay with it then. Then I was talking with her the next day, the last day she was alive. Even when I look back

My Little Ponies, I've been reading all of your letters. Every time I received a new one, it seemed to add something more to the story. I believe you all need to hear something very important. It is not your fault that Fluttershy is gone. None of you are to blame for the tragedy. She is simply gone from our lives by her choice. There is nothing left to do but mourn the loss of a dear friend. What you are feeling is normal. The anger, the hurt, the guilt, all of it. You will never fully understand why it happened. All you can do is accept that it has happened. You are not to mess with time, either. I had all books mentioning time travel lo