Unearthly MusicUnearthly MelodiesA Fan Fiction by: H.P. Lovecolt No, it wasn't fair, it wasn't fair. Something had to be wrong, she couldn't be dead could she? Octavia wandered around the wake's floor. She avoided the tiny picture in the back of the room. She didn't want to think about it, Scratch was gone. The members at the wake were being rather insensitive, partying and dancing. Octavia wouldn't have been surprised if it had turned into a rave. Octavia shot a dirty look at the dancers as she finally decided to leave. She didn't need to be around for when the guard eventually broke in to break up any sort of rowdiness in the area. Sure enough, as Octavia left the building she could see the guards coming to investigate why the noise levels were steadily rising. Octavia slunk away, her grey coat easily blending into the sha
Final ReflectionsA Fan Fiction By: H.P. Lovecolt Prince Blueblood dragged his feet towards the pool of water at the edge of the palace grounds. The night had been a disaster; he had finally met a beautiful mare, one who possibly could become his princess. However she had been flawed, she couldn't understand how things worked. It almost seemed that she expected him to do things unbefitting of his station as prince. He even ate an apple fritter for her, commoners food! Ever since that night Blueblood had come to this pool every night, it was the only place where he could have guaranteed peace and silence. And as an added bonus he could look into the dark blue water and see his reflection. As he gazed into the water Blueblood couldn't help but admire how perfect he was, in every way. His mane, his coat, his little vest, everything was perfect.
Together by TwilightTogether By Twilight, Alone by MorningFan Fiction by: H.P. LovecoltI don't want to die alone
Those thoughts have been spiralling through my head all day as I wandered through the streets of Ponyville looking to see where everypony had gone to. The day had started normally enough, I had awoken anticipating my birthday party that Pinkie Pie had promised. I had walked down to the lower level of my bedroom to wake Spike, but I found that my little scaly friend wasn't there. I assumed that he had just risen early for once, or that I had risen late and not realized it. What I didn't realize was that was the first warning.Stepping out into the mid-morning sun I recall there being an unusual chill in the air. I initially counted it as being a part of the mid-fall season. What caught my attention even more though was the unusual mist that hung in the air. I had never seen fog before, so this mist made me feel
The Colour From SpaceFan Fiction by: H.P. LovecoltOn the outskirts of Ponyville live various farmers. Some of them are general farmers, some of them are rock farmers, and some of them take care of various orchards. I visited the western outskirts of this territory, out where most of the rock farmers lived and worked. I was intrigued by tales of a forest that the farmers avoided. I went from farm to farm, asking the locals about the forest.Most glared at me, giving me strange answers and avoiding answering me directly. Many talked about 'The strange time', but they would not elaborate on it. No matter who I asked, no matter how hard I pressed the ponies would not give me any direct information. The most they told me was to avoid that forest, and that the strange time had left an old pony by the name of Ammi Pie dejected and crazy. I recognized that name as the name of my friend Pinkie Pie's uncle, hearing from her as w