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[Twilight Sparkle 428]

With our final adventure airing tomorrow I would love to hear how creative you all can get. So lets hear your fan fictions. The challenge here is to post a short story that is no more than two scrolls in length right here. It can be shorter, heck make it a poem if you wish. Or if you cant think of anything share a link to your favorite foal friendly fan fiction. 

[Will Guide 21,371]

Okay, I'll take the challenge. 

I as Will Guide have been visiting Equestria as a 2nd home since between Twilight's first visit to the Equestria Girls World and the Summer Sun Celebration interrupted by an expanding Everfree Forest. Early on, Twilight and her friends discovered that back in my world, their world is fictional and would one day have to a definite end to a series. But that would never bother the ponies in the know. I have have my own experiences in Equestria alongside the way the lives of the Mane 6 have played out to us in the real world, but now the final season was coming to an end.

I was at first worried that they were going to miss me since there was going to be no more official stories made about their world. But to my surprise, they had the same reassure in my mind as I did: That even when the final "Episode" of their lives airs, that doesn't mean it's the end of their existence. They're not going to just poof out of existence just because the show ends. They shall have their whole lives ahead of them and they could all go in so many different ways. Even if the final episode of their lives is already "written", that's just the near future. And until the day comes when some of them shall pass on from a long healthy lives, I can still visit them as Unicorn Will Guide as I've always had for the past 6 years. No matter how the show  officially ends, that won't take away the ups and down I've shared with them almost every week of our time. My Friendship with the Mane 6 and all the good inhabitants of Equestria shall last forever.

And that goes for my Changeling Counterpart too. He recently learned to stand on his own without having to rely on me all the time. Still he shall be glad to hang out with me, whenever I'd visit. Meeting me since the day I first fell into Equestria has helped him in the long way become a stronger more confident Changeling. And he would forever be grateful for his friendship with Thorax, the Mane 7/8, and especially me.

[Sparklefan1234 179,558]

"Applejack" by Sparklefan1234

 

Applejack is an apple pony

She's the one who made me a brony

Her friendship true, true

She's "Honesty", too

That's why Applejack is the Best Pony

[Denim&Venöm 20,359]

@Twilight Sparkle

Two questions princess. 

How long is a scroll and can I transcribe it using size 4 font, half spaced and no margins? 

[DivineDefender1000 71,432]

@Twilight Sparkle Here's a fanfic that I made! Hope you and everypony else likes it!

 

[Jedishy 3,549]

6 hours ago, Denim&Venom said:

How long is a scroll and can I transcribe it using size 4 font, half spaced and no margins? 

I can assure you that a scroll is a page in length 

[Cash In 23,029]

There was once a Pony named Twilight 

Friendship was her greatest highlight

She became apart of the Mane Six

For she found out that was her greatest fix

As she soon became the Princess of Friendship 

Edited October 12, 2019 by Cash In

[Tacodidra 61,687]

I found MLP
thanks to Pinkie Pie herself
She is so much fun!

As for best pony
My choice would be Rarity
Simply fabulous!

Best background pony?
The lovely Strawberry Scoop
Hooray for ice cream!

And Coco Pommel
also deserves a haiku
She is amazing!

And last but not least
These haiku would not exist
without Kettle Corn!

[Brony Number 42 10,090]

I had to cut it short for 2 pages. But I hope you like it.

 

[Deae Rising Shine~ 57,280]

Once upon a time, life became more serious.

Fun seemed less, stress raised it's best.

But even the deepest dark,

never brakes our light apart.

Cause all we know about friendship

it's magic, that is true.

Cause even with Ponys done

our friendships not gone

Cause deep in our hearts we know

Our friendships stays

between me and you.

<3

[Flutterstep 47,324]

Fluttershy has wings and sometimes likes to sing.

Vinyl caught her voice and thought she’d be the right choice.

She sat her in the booth and tapped her headphones with her hoof.

But when Fluttershy tried to speak she felt her vocal cords grow weak.

Vinyl suggested a milkshake could make her feeble tissues wake.

But then they got distracted and ate a bunch of cake.

 

The moral of the story is... unknown at this point. 

[Quinch 1,123]

How much is a scroll? Can I get a conversion to swimming pools here?

Also, here's a thing I wrote... a little while back.

https://www.fimfiction.net/story/380/losing-ground

[Lord Valtasar 12,708]

Once was a magician wandering
where to next? she started wondering

when she spotted a small town on the map sketched
to head there she decided as she stretched

before puting on the harness her home to tow
to begin the journey of her traveling one-pony show

in ponyville she'd make her first appearence
hoping there will not be some interference

her name she will make known both far and wide
what could go wrong when magic's at her side?

she'll make it to the top soon at this rate
and they will call her Powerful and Great

[Ganaram Inukshuk 3,682]

Yeah, I'm just gonna write one on the spot based on half the drawings I've drawn for Inktober.

Relevant drawings:

Spoiler

Smolder: So I guess you were... Draggin' yourself to class.

Sandbar: How could this happen?! I feel betrayed, like, I gave my body a vegetable last week.

Smolder: Sandbar... Hot Pockets aren't vegetables.

Gallus: Whoa... You guys look terrible.

Ocellus: youtu.be/FZUcpVmEHuk

Yona: Changeling not garbage! Changeling friend.

Ocellus: That's not what I... never mind...

Gallus: Yeah, I'll be right back.

Sandbar: *sick sandbar noises* I'm never taking breathing out of both nostrils for granted ever again...

Smolder: *sulking* I should've roasted you for calling me husky when I had the chance...

Gallus: *wearing a hazmat suit* So how did this unfold exactly?

Smolder: *points at Sandbar*

Ocellus: *points at Sandbar*

Sandbar: *sad Sandbar noises* You guys...

Gallus: Yeah, no offense, but you guys should go back to bed. Especially you Sandbar, not because I don't wanna get anycreature else sick, but because I don't wanna get myself sick.

Silverstream: Hey Gallus, why are you an astronaut? It's not Nightmare Night yet!

Gallus: AGH!! PUT THE FACE MASK BACK ON!!

Sliverstream: Sorry... *grins*

[Splashee 28,593]

I can't do fan fiction! Impossible..... Well I can try:

 

Magical Horse Show By Splashee Part I
It was a day like every other day in the magical land of the colorful horses. A purple one, was sent from the bigger town
to a smaller town to meet new friends, and learn how to be more magical. She was not happy about it. The purple horse was very
soon shipped with a pink horse. The smaller town had a farm where a yellowish horse lived, together with her brother and their beautiful
daughter. They had a huge family, all thanks to their grand mother. The pink horse quickly became friends with all of them, and then
met the popular and cool flying hourse, Rarity, and a shy one.
Their friendships grew quickly and over 3 years, it was so strong that it led to the purple one's ascension into a wing'd magical horse.
She was now happy about it. Friendship had led to happiness for all the horses.
T h e    E n d.

[TheRockAReader 53,936]

Twilight, Rainbow Dash, Applejack, Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy and Rarity.

 

You’re all amazing ponies.

 

When you’re around, I feel less lonely.

 

I’ve loved you for years.

Now, I might shed some tears.

 

Except I choose to smile.

For a quite a while.

 

You’re all my little ponies. ^^

[Goat-kun 2,530]

Am I the only one here who wants to read @Twilight Sparkle's amazing Celestia x Luna shipfic. Do not lie. I know you have it

[Goat-kun 2,530]

TRUTH IS FOR TRAITORS

The crystals gleamed in a cacophony of chaotic glares that trailed the path of a flickering flame wondering the dreary darkness of abandoned mines below Canterlot. Slow but steady hoofsteps on wet stone and rusted metal were sending loud echoes through the forgotten caverns. The culprit behind this sacrilege of ancient depths was a lonely lime unicorn clad in a worn miner helmet with carbide lamp and a barding that could only be described as a mixture of contraband war armor and archaic mining rig.

Spoiler

Truth Bomb was not a powerful pony adventurer. Nor was she a demon-may-care treasure hunter. She was merely a reporter for Equestria Weekly Informer. In fact, she owned the whole thing. There was nopony else. Well, there were her readers. She was selling quite well in the less reputable circles outside the common distribution services. There was always a market for honest field reporting on events and phenomena ignored by the crowns and their press.

 

Lately, she has been researching the potential disappearance of Lunar Guard bat ponies that might have happened in the year 995 of the Summer Sun Celebration. According to some public records, the food tax dedicated to the Royal Guard had been double before the year 995 with almost no fluctuation in the numbers of personnel. There was also no record of excessive food consumption associated with any of the serving ponies. The only information that was standing out was that of bat ponies. Not only have their alleged numbers always been small, the features of existing guards did not match the descriptions within the oldest remaining draft records nor within the existing copied pages of the Boundless Bestiary. And then there was the stash of broken bones and mangled barding uncovered deep within the Canterlot mines by enterprising individuals. Their features did resemble those found on the elusive pages.

 

Truth Bomb paused and checked her smuggler's map adorned by a clumsily drawn path, a courtesy of a grizzled earth pony trinket trafficker who worked maintenance at the train terminus under the mountain. Another steep and slimy descent down a trickling creek and she'll be at her goal. Truth fastened a sturdy hemp rope around a nearby crystal and released the breaks on the winch attached to her pack saddle. Step by step she placed her hooves against the slippery stones glistening in firelight. She could have used her horn for illumination but a unicorn only has so much magic. It was her safety net for when everything else has failed. Magic exhaustion gets a pony killed. Just another helpful thing she has learned from the deplorable denizens of Equestria's underbelly.

 

The base of the slope was covered in ankle-deep pond that welcomed her arrival with a cold splash that sent chills towards her spine. Even the air seemed colder down here where crystal mines gave way to deep chasms and flooded caverns inhabited by who knows what. This place was not made by pony tools. She swallowed her mounting anxiety back into her clenched stomach. Such expeditions always made her question her life choices. What would Lunar Guards even be doing down here?

 

She cut the rope from the winch and ventured forth. The winding passage of water-licked stone led to a giant cave harboring a strange lake. Instead of a unified surface, the still water has been captured within five concentric rings encircling a simple stone altar in the middle. The air inside was colder still. She could now see her breath whirling within the beam of her gas lamp as she was carefully approaching the outermost ring. Up close, she uncovered narrow stone bridges hiding just below the surface. The depth of the channel could not be discerned as the thick black waters seemed to absorb the light. Just the thought of falling in made her shiver. Still, she has come this far. Thus she lodged a bolt into a nearby crack in the cave wall and fastened her rope to it with a karabiner. Even if she was to fall in she would have the means to pull herself out.

 

The water was numbingly cold. It was like her feet were incased in liquid ice. And the bridge itself was just broad enough for her hooves to slide forth side by side. She didn't dare to raise her legs or to look into the bottomless darkness beneath. At last her hooves rejoined with dry stone. She felt exhausted, out of breath, her every muscle was shaking like she had been running for miles. This was only the first channel. There were still four left, along with the returning trip.

 

"What are you doing here?" asked a stern voice behind her. It belonged to a white unicorn in gold and white barding. Judging from armor alone she was too well equipped to be a Royal Guard, but the most curious were her emotionless eyes with irises that shone like two halos of pure light. Was she some sort of adventurer?

 

"Err, I'm searching for rare minerals," Truth Bomb replied. That was always a good excuse.

 

"Liar," the mare announced with not a hind of hesitation. It was a statement of utmost certainty. "What are you doing here? Answer."

 

"Who are y ... " a bright flash interrupted her question and sent her tumbling towards the second channel. Alerted by the searing pain on her chest, she spotted a smoldering hole on the left side of her peytral plate.

 

The mare was now standing a bit closer, though she still maintained quite some distance from dark water. The previously relaxed thin eyebrows above her glowing eyes have started showing signs of slight frustration. Something hasn't gone the way she had planned. Had that attack been cast to kill?! Her eyebrows relaxed. Her horn was now visibly aglow with gathering light.

 

"Listen!" Truth Bomb shouted while trying to drag her trembling body off the floor, "You don't have to do this! We can talk this through! I'll tell ..." A blinding beam cut the room in half and engulfed her with roaring power, yet it didn't quite reach its target. A barrier of unyielding shadow woven out of ghostly tendrils that sprouted forth from the second channel now floated between her and the merciless spell. Fed by the tendrils, the ghostly shield congealed into a form of pure darkness and ejected its formless content towards the attacker.  The black spear cleaved through the light and pierced the floor where the mare had previously stood.

 

"Raising magic against your own? Hmph." This new voice was coming from nearby. It was softer than that of the mare, and it had a bit of a strange ring to it. Once Truth's eyes recuperated from the beam's blinding light she noticed a young goat standing beside her, though she wasn't the kind of goat Truth was used to. Her grey coat was dressed in expensive attire that wouldn't look strange on a noble lady on a road trip. Even the goat's pale eyes were watching her with the kind of casual disdain Truth so often observed in noble Canterlotians.

 

"Who ... What's going on?"

 

"Hush, she's still here," the goat replied. Moments later, her dark barrier intercepted another burst of light. At the same time, the dark tendrils burst forth from the first channel and forced her opponent to wink out of existence; however, the shadows followed. With what could only be described an anomaly of space itself, the tendrils exfoliated a magic bubble from sheer nothingness and slammed it into the ground, but before they could drag it all the way into the dark water it erupted in a bright explosion and dissolved all the shadows in its vicinity. The mare within winked again and successfully relocated herself all the way back to the cave entrance.

 

The goat made a few discrete steps towards the foe, her soft voice cold and threatening: "You stand at the ostium, templar. Relinquish your prey or be condemned."

 

The white mare looked angry, yet her slumped posture betrayed the onset of exhaustion. Even her bright eyes lost some of their bright glow. She hesitated, then made a few steps backwards, flashed her horn, and disappeared.

 

Truth Bomb finally got back onto her unsure feet and started her pursuit of the goat that was now silently walking towards the second channel. "Hey. Thanks for saving me. Who was that mare anyway and what was wrong with her eyes? Do you perchance know anything about bat ponies? Oh, I'm Truth Bomb by the way. Who are you?"

 

"Hmph. I did not save you. That templar was desecrating this shrine so I chased her off is all." Goat's shadows silently ripped apart a portal in thin air. "That templar has remembered you. It may not be able to see inside the shrine but It can see inside their minds. They will all be looking for you now. So come ... or not."  With those words she strode through.

 

Truth Bomb hesitated. At one hoof she didn't want to encounter that mare ever again, on the other the darkness wasn't exactly known to be the magic of heroes. And she was a goat wearing a dress. Goats were shifty creatures. So were the nobles. Truth decided to first inspect the dark portal from both sides. She touched its cold yet immaterial outline with her hoof, then the tip of her muzzle. She even tried to lick it. It felt a bit like sticking your tongue into a cooler.

 

"Guess it won't tear me apart or something," she chuckled nervously. Then, after one final glance at the darkness beyond the cave entrance, she finally made up her mind, closed her eyes as tightly as she could, sucked in all the air her lungs could hold, and jumped into the unknown.

 

[TBD 17,271]

Here's my Haiku for Luna, Tempest and Nightmare Moon! My three favorite!

Princess Luna:

Nightfall she visited. Nightmare no more, as she dances. Putting all in trace.

Tempest shadow:

Broken and alone. She live to seek what's lost. Triumph comes from within.

Nightmare Moon:

The day dies, night roses. Forever in the dark, rage. In loneness, caged.

[rainbowdashacademy 114]

                                                       "MY FRIEND OF RARITY"  Fan fiction song

                                                         you must stood there beaming caring no one was missing you!

                                                          they say the empty fan paddles the most the sound of your own choice must woo you hearing only what you want to fear and knowing only what you've

                                                            you've sewn you, you're glamorous in fashion tee's and out pave the world.

                                                              mystery you insist the rate of the girl should be on your boulders mystery there's much more life than what you be My friend of Rarity !

                                                                                By UNICORNIA that's me a Metallica ponified song enjoy everypony