The tiny pitter-patter of Spike's claws echoed off the looming walls of the maze as he ran through, searching every corner and path for any outline or spot of color in the sterile, white glare surrounding him. By whatever source there was, there was enough light that he could see which way he was going, but only enough that he could still see the shadows of the corners.
"Come on, it's got to be around here somewhere!" He told himself determinedly. He'd said it many times before in the past, but the words gradually felt auto-piloted with every time they'd been spoken.
The maze's walls curved outward away from the center in a circlular shape,
Applejack sat alone in the field, nervously tapping her hooves together. Many clouds in the sky hovered past, but only one stood stationary; the home of one of her best friends. A friend whom she feared that what she was about to do would change everything about them for the worst.
Almost everyone in Ponyville knew of Applejack, most of whom had strong opinions for the hardworking farmpony. Whether it be supplying the town with its food supply, lending a helping hoof to anypony in need, or for all the adventures and sacrifices she’s endured for so many others, many respected Applejack as a strong, iron-willed pony always blazing thro
She was a goddess.
And I was nothing. Not even worthy of licking the dirt off her shoes, let alone deserving of her kindness. And yet...
And yet she took me in when nopony else would bear to even look at me. She had done more than just feed me, teach me, and clothe me.
She had bestowed me with the only thing that made life worth living. A purpose.
I have a reason to exist. And she had taught me how to fulfill that purpose, to the point where I was in a league of my own.
I am her weapon. A tool. For as long as I am capable, and as long as I am needed...
I shall exist.
"Twilight," My Goddess spoke. "Show them no mercy."
And I obeyed.
.
Pokemon Creepypasta: Don't Die by Herrpface, literature
Literature
Pokemon Creepypasta: Don't Die
Pokemon Creepypasta
Don’t Die
By Herrpface
As a kid, I was always a huge fan of pokemon. I collected as many trading cards as I could, watched every episode of the American dub, and of course collected all of the games. Each one brought me endless adventures as I manufactured small pokemon armies and learned everything I could about each pokemon I encountered. My bookshelf was stuffed with all kinds of reference guides, Nintendo power articles, and cheat code manuals to almost every game I owned.
However, probably my favorite kinds of pokemon games were ones that deviated from the normal formula, such as Pokemon Snap or the stadium
Pony Fanfiction: The Great Wall of Discord by Herrpface, literature
Literature
Pony Fanfiction: The Great Wall of Discord
"Very well, then. I see no problem with your proposal, Ms. Aces."
"Thank you very much, princess." responded Flying Aces, a Canterlot pegasus hoping for regulated work hours at the local station.
"You're very welcome. Have a pleasant day, now." The princess said with warmth in her voice.
With a pleased smile, Aces trotted out of the throne room to presume her daily affairs. Celestia remained on her throne, scanning and signing parchments as she calmly hummed to herself. For her, the day had gone fairly casually. Get up, raise the sun, have breakfast, and tend to royal duties. While she was perfectly content with her life and daily cycle, sh
The tiny pitter-patter of Spike's claws echoed off the looming walls of the maze as he ran through, searching every corner and path for any outline or spot of color in the sterile, white glare surrounding him. By whatever source there was, there was enough light that he could see which way he was going, but only enough that he could still see the shadows of the corners.
"Come on, it's got to be around here somewhere!" He told himself determinedly. He'd said it many times before in the past, but the words gradually felt auto-piloted with every time they'd been spoken.
The maze's walls curved outward away from the center in a circlular shape,
Applejack sat alone in the field, nervously tapping her hooves together. Many clouds in the sky hovered past, but only one stood stationary; the home of one of her best friends. A friend whom she feared that what she was about to do would change everything about them for the worst.
Almost everyone in Ponyville knew of Applejack, most of whom had strong opinions for the hardworking farmpony. Whether it be supplying the town with its food supply, lending a helping hoof to anypony in need, or for all the adventures and sacrifices she’s endured for so many others, many respected Applejack as a strong, iron-willed pony always blazing thro
She was a goddess.
And I was nothing. Not even worthy of licking the dirt off her shoes, let alone deserving of her kindness. And yet...
And yet she took me in when nopony else would bear to even look at me. She had done more than just feed me, teach me, and clothe me.
She had bestowed me with the only thing that made life worth living. A purpose.
I have a reason to exist. And she had taught me how to fulfill that purpose, to the point where I was in a league of my own.
I am her weapon. A tool. For as long as I am capable, and as long as I am needed...
I shall exist.
"Twilight," My Goddess spoke. "Show them no mercy."
And I obeyed.
.