Thirty Minute Pony Stories
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The Prompt: Your mind makes it real.
“Mind Over Mining” by nikkisartcorner
“A Chicken and a Dictionary” by Epsilon
“Fairy Tale” by Fairy Dust Bunny
“Pinkie Pie vs Unicorn Magic” by Shutaro
“Daring Dash” by ShatteredScribbles
“Letting Fear Get the Better of You” by DerFurShur
The Prompt: Funny thing about black and white. You mix it together and you get grey. And it doesn’t matter how much white you try and put back in, you’re never gonna get anything but grey.
These are the collected stories from last Saturday’s prompt, Prompt #290.
“Hidden behind the Grey” by Stagmanparty
“Knowledge is a Bitter Fruit” by HungryLibrary
As a scholar serving under Princess Celestia it was his job to study the world around him. Discord twirled his claws under a small storm cloud. Even the littlest balls of the black cloud fulminated with lightning and roared with thunder.
He yawned; it was days like this that he wished for something more chaotic to happen. But under Princess Celestia, he knew that such a day would never come. Peace was a little boring because of that.
The job given to him was to understand what occurred when chaos was siphoned out of naturally chaotic objects. As a being that controlled the chaos in Equestria saw his job as a simple task.
Discord clenched his claw.
The cloud turned white. Thunder and lightning disappeared from the cloud. Peaceful, the cloud hovered above Discord’s closed claws. Expectantly, Discord nodded and with his free arm he recorded the results.
What would happen if he put just a little chaos— a little bit of the blackness that made a storm cloud crackle? Bored with simply removing chaos, Discord loosened his grip, causing the cloud to slowly become grey. Discord grinned at the growing chaos within the cloud.
You’re not good. You stopped being good ever since that day, all those years ago. You know the one. You stopped being a good pony ever since that day, and you never will be a good pony again. A good pony doesn’t have lines to cross, because they would never even think of doing wrong. Not you. You can do the dark things, the bad things, that they can’t do if it means stopping the ‘monster’, because you were the monster, and you can be again. So it’s too late to go back to pretending there are sides with clearly drawn lines, that there’s good and bad, that there’s black and white. Cause see….
The Prompt: Funny thing about black and white. You mix it together and you get grey. And it doesn’t matter how much white you try and put back in, you’re never gonna get anything but grey.
This is a thirty minute prompt, which means you have a thirty minute time limit in which to write your story. (The thirty minute limit includes writing time only and does not include pre-writing thinking or planning.) The submission box will be open for six hours and will close at 6:00 PM Pacific, 7:00 PM Mountain, 8:00 PM Central, 9:00 PM Eastern, and 1 AM GMT.
Also, if you don’t happen to have a Tumblr account, please submit via e-mail to thirtyminuteponies@gmail.com. (Tumblr will let you submit without an account, but that system is very buggy and tends to eat submissions instead of giving them to us.)
See you around. Don’t be thinking about me while I’m gone.
This world is wrong, but only he can see it. Genius is so often unappreciated in its time. Is that not what they say? He wouldn’t know. He had only been released from his prison a while ago, and this was the first time he had been… persuaded to try and live with the ponies rather than above them. Of course, it’s cool when Celestia rules over them! No respect, I tell ya, no respect!
Only… Only it wasn’t. Cool, that is. It was a perfect temperature, just that even mix of hot and cold designed for maximum enjoyment. Just as it had been scheduled. In a few months, it would be annoyingly hot, just as scheduled. A few months after that, snowy and cold, just as scheduled. But not too hot. Not too cold. Just enough to help the land be juuuuuuustt right.
Juuuuuust right meaning boring, obviously. Discord found himself wondering if it was this feeling that caused Celly and Luna to decline his offer all those eons ago, when he offered them the chance to rule with him, to subcumb to the chaos. The feeling of having sold out. The feeling of… having compromised his morals. Huh. So I do have morals! In your face, Twilight!
But really. What has he been reduced to? A trump card. For whatever big threat comes along that the alicorns can’t handle for the ponies. His little jokes were all he had left of his old self. Because this world is filth and weak and corrupted(but then, he can’t really be the judge of corrupting things, can he?). Every last thing had to be controlled. Animals had to be tamed, most of their savagery eroded away as they grew dependent on ponies for survival. If the ponies were to disappear, most of the animals would starve, yet the short sighted fools probably haven’t considered that at all!
The prompt: I resolve to be noticed.
And thus ends another theme week here at TMP! We hope y’all had fun, and best of luck keeping those New Year’s resolutions!
“Dressing the Part” by Versulia
“Quiet Lesson” by Stagmanparty
“The First Wonderbolt,” by rwlart
“Preparing for Her Big Day” by Commissar-Rarity
“We Got A Deal” by icemoonbankai
The Prompt: (S)He who fights monsters…
Stories are listed in the order in which they were received, and I am telling you this because I haven’t had my coffee or breakfast yet and am not awake enough to be clever or original. But that’s my fault, not the stories’, so you should totally read them.
“To Prevent All Other Breaking” by Cynewulf
“Never Ending Fight” by Shingo
Dear Princess Celestia
Hello, Celestia. Don’t worry, I’m not going to take Twilight out of your school. I know that you will care for her. But there are things we must discuss, away from her ears. We’ve known each other for too long for me to think you’re perfect. You make mistakes, same as any pony. Here are some you should take care to avoid. That is not a threat. It’s a plea, from one friend to another.
The Prompt: I can’t remember.
I was going to include an image for this compilation, but then I forgot.
“Prepare for Unforeseen Consequences” by Hurricane’s Ghost
“What Is Life?” by icemoonbankai
Warning: Season Three Premiere Spoilers
Dash took a look at Twilight, Pinkie, Shy, and Spike and turned away with a sigh. “They’re all asleep,” she grumbled.
“Can you really blame them, dear? I mean, Twilight went off all lone wolf, Pinkie had to go into overdrive trying to keep an entire empire happy, poor Fluttershy was jousted-”
“For the good of an empire!” Dash interrupted.
Rarity rolled her eyes and continued. “And Spikey Wikey saved the entire empire! They deserve a rest,” Rarity said.
“Besides, Dash, three of us, all alone? Figured you’d be all over that,” AJ stated with a wink.
“I thought I’d just get in the way,” Dash began with a smirk. “I mean, you two were all over each other. ‘But Rare, things are greata when they’re a raritah,’” Dash drawled in an exaggerated Apple accent. “‘ Awww, you!’” she giggled in just an exaggerated posh accent. She then proceeded to make loud smooching noises.
“Awww, is my poor knight jealous?” Rarity mock pouted.
“What? No!” she vehemently denied.
The Prompt: The Big Breakout.
Hey, kids. It’s Donny again. There’s still a hurricane, and I’m still here to bring you pony stories. I’m also a little hung-over at the moment, but such is my dedication to you, dear TMP followers, that I am putting together a compilation anyway.
Because I love you.
More than any of the other mods.
“The Glass Doors of Freedom” by Versulia
“Something Meta, I Guess?” by an Anonymous Goblin
Dash dodged another punch, ducking under an arm. She leaped away from the beast and over some barrels, sprinting away. She knew it would be right behind her. And sure enough she was right. A giant, moving heart bashed through three barrels and was speeding towards her. How did she keep getting into these situations? She took a look at the white pony strapped to a table. Oh yeah, because on a day when she was supposed to just clear the skies and enjoy the show, she somehow fell in league with five crazy ponies, and this one was the craziest! Well, except maybe Pinkie. And Shy sure could blow off steam if she wanted to. Plus there was the whole no letter incident with Twilight…..
She narrowly dodged another hit. Focus, Dash! Just mere seconds later, however, she couldn’t resist the urge to snipe at the pony causing her predicament. “Gee, Rare, thanks for causing your heart to go crazy and kill me! Totally how I wanted to spend my weekend!”
“It’s not my fault!” she indignantly yelled. “Blame those Chrystal Ponies and their weird diamonds!”
“They told you not to touch them, but nooo, it would look oh so fabulous on a dress!”
“If it’s anypony’s fault, it’s yours, Dash!”
“Me!?”
“You! With your annoyingly funny jokes, and lean, toned body, and your stupid roguish face!” The heart grew even bigger, and made another grab for Dash with its huge hands. Dash barely avoided it.
She moved gracefully through the dark. A eager grin was on her face. Finally, she had all she needed. Finally, she could get out of that hick town and back to true civilization. Her mission was complete, and the Apples were doomed. Everything was going to plan.
Until five, very annoying ponies descended upon her. Damn it! I thought I was free of those pests! She adjusted the tie on her suit, reached for the handy pistol she kept in her hat, and turned to face her attackers. That was the only reason why she kept that horrid thing with her anyway. She aimed at the weakest link. Twilight was the most powerful unicorn in Equestria,Dash was the fastest Pegasus, Fluttershy had talked down dragons, and Pinkie was unpredictable. But Rarity? She was just a dressmaker. She put on her best poker face and stared at the five, daring them to make a move.
“What the hay are you doing, Applejack!?” Dash exclaimed in disbelief.
“Celestia, I hate that name. Got rid of it long ago, I go by…. Orangejack.” she smoothly replied in a Trottingham accent.
The prompt:
Why, I do declare! Somepony felt me my smelling salts and my fainting couch! Also, a mint julep.
While I am recovering, have some stories:
“Vapor Beneath Her Wings” by Versulia
“A Kind of Mental Short” by Hurricane’s Ghost
“Out Of My Mind” by icemoonbankai
“Semi-Perfect Nights” by Red Pen Ninja
“A Little More than a Case of the Vapors” by Pastry Cakes
“Inspired by that one scene from Vice City” by Quintus
The Prompt:
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This is a 30-minute writing prompt. After taking as much time as you like to think and plan, write a story within 30 minutes. Story submissions will be accepted for 6 hours, until 9 PM Pacific time, 12 AM Eastern, 5 AM GMT. If you do not have a Tumblr account, send your story to us at thirtyminuteponies@gmail.com. (Please do not use Tumblr’s email submission system, as it is thoroughly broken and will likely eat your story instead of sending it to us.)
