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Night of the Pinkie PieApple Bloom scrunched up her face as she nosed her dinner around the plate. "Bored! Bored! This ain't no fun!" She looked up at the face of Big Mac, impassive as always. "Applejack said she would play a game with me, why ain't she come home?"
Big Mac stared down at his little sister dully, chewing a straw. It was the same straw that he had been chewing for the past year, at least that is what he thought. In reality Applejack had to sneakily change it every week so that it didn't become nasty. "Applejack's gone on holiday lil' one. She said she'll be gone a long time."
Apple Bloom glared quizzically up at her brother. "That don't make no sense, she would've told me!"
Big Mac huffed. "She won it from Pinkie Pie. Said it was really last minute, had to go quick. Didn't even see her pack a bag."
"How can Pinkie Pie afford to buy Applejack a holiday? She never said anything about no competition!" Apple Bloom's small form scooted down from the table. "Somethin' fishy is going on her Big Mac,
Origins of DiscordI actually have my own theory on Discord's origins. It's similar to the rise of Nightmare Moon. It's a little, but extremely, farfetched but hear me out:
Let me tell you story; a story of chaos and salvation. it is a tale of darkness, a tale of freedom from pain, and a tale of sadness, and a tale of hope.
Long ago, before Celestia and Luna came to Equestria, there lived an orphaned earth pony named Drake. Now Drake wasn't a very strong pony and he was quite introverted, much like Twilight. He, however, was the victim of harsh and intense bullying. One day, being fed up with it all, he simply ran away from his village and ran to the deepest part of the forest. He was in deep pain and wanted to get back the bullies. He then heard a strange voice calling to him, asking if he wanted revenge on those who hurt him. He tried to search for the source of the voice, which causes him t
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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