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Moon Lullaby It was sunset in Canterlot, and the sun had fulfilled its job that day; flowers and creatures soaked and played in the daily rays, and bedtime was nearing as the silver moon began to slowly descend into the pastel sky. Many fillies were already in bed, and many candles had already stopped burning.
"Twilight Sparkle, it's getting late," Celestia pointed out, watching with pride as her star student levitated her entire dinner plate higher and higher into the sky. "You need some sleep, my student. Tomorrow is a big day; I want to take you to Ponyville sometime in the afternoon." She sighed as her words seemed to fall on deaf ears, the filly far too engrossed into her spell to hear her. Smirking slyly, the princess knew how to instantly get her pupil's attention. "You know, I'm very proud you've mastered this spell so quickly!"
"Really?" Twilight Sparkle didn't even flinch as the plate of food came crashing down on her head, only c
Family Business Pt.1
Family Business Pt.1
It was just after the harvest festival Bromanstone, a village in the southern region of Kord. The temperature was still cool outside. The grass covered in dew and just cold enough to prevent crops, but not too cold for apple season. So Jack Appleton needed to be up early after months of sleeping in.
"Rise'n'shine sleepin beauty the orchard ain't gonna get itself ready!" Jack let out a few grunts at Bridget Appleton's rude awaking and continued to lay in his bed. "Mornin Jacky!" Cried out little Bloom Appleton as she jumped and landed next to Jack. Instantly he was wide awake and his was heart pounding with Bloom pouncing back fourth across his bed. Frustrated he began flailing a pillow at them while getting out of bed. "Alright Ah'm up, mornin girls." Jack was shocked to see Bloom up so early and in such a playful mood. However not surprised his younger sisters were happy to rub it in his face that he was last to wake up.
They all lived on a farm with their grandmo
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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