Thirty Minute Pony Stories
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alexanderkrizak I Was A Dragon Once... -
babysealburritos Conversations with Kaitlyn -
bombasticbookman The Bombastic Bookman -
donnys-boy Pony Shipping with Donny's Boy -
kyronea Kyronea's Randomness -
norsepony NorsePony's Mead Hall -
obselescence Planned Obselescence -
professorpiggy A Study in Nonsense -
rwlart RWL's Daily Art -
theobscurereference Weird crushes on Pokemon: the blog
All is silent within the tree that Twilight calls her home, it has been that way for weeks now. The weather only seems to match her mood with stark similarity. A looming storm, skies of a deep purple and deeper shades of grey. The wind blows only lightly, kicking up stray leaves and litter that has fallen about the tree. The sky is holding its breath, literally, the quiet before the storm.
Much is it the same within the tree, as the mare plods backwards and forwards across the floor of the main living area, Spike, her faithful assistant, and friend, is sat on her bed. He watches her trot backwards and forwards with an oddly vacant expression. Twilight looks over to a pile of books she has been adding to for a while now. She trots over purposefully, taking one off the top.
“But who would do something like this? I… It doesn’t make any sense…”
