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'Tis not the sharp glint of a sword Raised to the sky, slashing down evil 'Tis not the thundering sound of hooves Charging into battle 'Tis not the smell of blood Drenching our swords, axes and shields 'Tis the golden glow of a fire Burning slowly in the chimney 'Tis the clinks of glasses as we drink Sharing our meal and our stories 'Tis the smell of good food Cooking in the oven It's the little things in life Food, drinks, and warmth Love, Friendship and good stories 'Tis all that That keeps the cold outside That keeps the darkness in the night And evil out of our hearts

Dear Princess Celestia, For several days now, I don't feel myself. I find no joy in doing things I usually did and find myself trying to escape reality more and more. Why? Am I lonely? Am I just sad? Or is it more than just feelings. Why do I yearn for attention when I already have some? Why do I turn my back on people when they gently offer their hands? Sometimes I wish I could just lie down and cry until I died. But I remember that some people will miss me. But the reason I don't do so is because I don't want to see them cry. Do I push away people because I'm afraid I'll let them down? That I can't bear the thought to abandon someone? Is

It was a peaceful day in Ponyville. Every day was peaceful, but this day just seemed better to a certain white Unicorn. Rarity was walking through Ponyville revising the past days events in her head. Fluttershy finally managed to talk to Rainbow Dash about her feelings, and Rainbow went over her fear of being unaccepted to be with her. Storm had gone back to Cloudsdale. Such a shame, he was such a gentlecolt. Pinkie threw her biggest party yet in honour of the new couple. She let out a happy sigh. Truly life in Ponyville was good. Everypony found happiness here. As she reached the market she saw a strangely familiar face in the crowd. She di

Canterlot was a busy city. It was the capital of Equestria and residence of the two Princesses. Even thought it was really late at night, or really early in the morning depending on your perspective, the city was very much alive. Nothing like its sister, Maneathan, but Canterlot's night life was still active. Many Ponies were still up and about even at this hour. One of such Ponies was Night Shift. He was a fairly normal pony. His colour scheme never stood out; his silver coat and blue-black mane weren't attention worthy. Only his bright red eyes ever got him noticed. His cutie mark was a simple silver shield with a white eight pointed star o

Trixie stood on a stage. Bright lights danced all around her as she twirled around a pole gracefully. She wore a very revealing red outfit. She danced slowly around the pole, making the stallions in the room cheer for her. Trixie had a sultry smile on her face, but inside she was far away. She hated her job. She had nothing against the other mares that pole-danced, what she hated was the crowd. A room full of stallions that had nothing but lust and desire in their eyes. They had no real admiration for her other than for her body. They thought nothing of all the talent and effort it required. They only wanted to see her dance. For once Trix

Quel est ce monde, si fabuleux, si cruel Où l'on peut êtres tout ce que nous désirons Cette Univers, si immense et si irréel Tel création contient tout, notre mal, notre bon. Un autre plan d'existence, plein de savoir Si étranger, mainte fois je m'y suis perdu Où tant son capable, tant de merveille y voir Pourquoi, moi, ni vois-je que de gens corrompu Cette succube, que pour nombreux, séductrice Mais qui en réalité, trop plein de malices Un terrain de chasse virtuel si propice Ce tyran qui nous met aux pieds boulet et fer Ce monde tant merveilleux, aux mille et un vices Ce Paradis

 Fluttershy was walking through Ponyville. She went about her business; she had to stock up on food for the animals that would be hibernating this winter. She walked leisurely, making sure not to bump into another pony. It's a beautiful day, she thought; the sun was still warm, even if it was autumn, and the sky was clear for the first time in weeks. As she turned a corner, she heard familiar voices. She quickly hid behind a building. Wait I can't eavesdrop on them, it was a bad thing to do. But still her fear locked her in place "...Help her. It's eating her inside. She doesn't have enough courage to talk to her. She's scared." Wait is t

Some people believe that dreams and hope a feeble. Unimportant and useless That everything that counts is what you can count That dreams are unachievable And that hope serves no purpose but to take you down harder But let me tell them something Dreams are dreams Dreams allows us to move forward not only with conviction But with a smile Hope is important Because when it's dark When you are broken in body, mind and soul Sometimes hope for a brighter future is the only thing keeping you alive So when somebody tells you dreams are useless Tell them "At least I have them." And when they tell you hope is bad Tell them "Hope is the c