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Swapped Part 2Part 2: Celestial Accident
Pain, a dull aching pain permeated all throughout Trixie's body. Every time she tried to move all she could feel was a stiff aching pain. She concentrated on what happened, trying to figure out why she felt this way. She had been going up to talk with Twilight about some strange feelings, and then what? A spell, Trixie remembered there being a spell and it had hit her full-on. Was she dead then? No, she could feel; feeling certainly meant that she was alive.
But what kind of shape was she in? Trixie was afraid to open her eyes and look at herself. She might have mutated into some hideous monster, or she might no longer be a unicorn. She might not be able to deal with a loss of magic. She certainly didn't feel the same, but she couldn't pinpoint of what was different. There appeared to be something touching her back, that was certain, but th
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A Fan-Fiction by: Prince Shadari
Trixie concentrated, her horn glowing as the magic flowed through her. She knew how magic worked; mentally going through various directions, incantations, along with a general force of will of what you wanted to happen. The last part was essential, as without it magic could do some unpredictable things. But this was one of the most complicated spells she had ever attempted, something that her teacher was able to do with ease.
"Come on Trixie, just as I taught you." Twilight said, looking at the blue unicorn expectantly. A complicated mix of emotions went through Trixie. It still galled her being taught by the unicorn that had bested her just when she had gained Ponyville's respect, but she couldn't get her mind off of the unicorn. She felt that she needed to be close to her, and she couldn't fully explain it. And if she could learn how to be bette
A My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic Fan Fiction by:
Rainbow Dash woke early, stretching her wings and her back. She had one of the best dreams ever. She had been flying with the Wonderbolts, and she pulled off this truly amazing trick. However, as she walked to the edge of her cloud house she already could feel the details of the trick slipping away. She had to hurry, perform the trick before she lost memory of it.
Dash took to the air, but as she gained altitude she grumbled as the last of the dream slipped away. Perhaps she should have just stayed in bed, but since she was up she might as well do her weather duties. Perhaps if she did some busywork then her dream would come back to her.
As Rainbow Dash was flying over Sweet Apple Acres moving some of the clouds around to create a slight overcast over Ponyville a familiar voice came from the ground. However, there was something not qu
Untitled Beast FableI will tell you the tale of a young fox girl. Her name is Dolosa, and she was a beautiful red vixen. Dolosa was also extremely intelligent, and highly resourceful. However, despite her intelligence and beauty, people didnt trust her. She was a fox, and the animals all thought that foxes were distrustworthy and thieves.
Dolosa, feeling alone and left out, mournful that none would talk to her. However, that was not entirely true. There was a noble cock, Father Verum, who did talk to Dolosa. The catholic priest believed that even if she was a fox, she was still a child of God, and should be brought to him. So Dolosa began to talk to Father Verum, her slight accent and high-pitched voice often attracted looks, particularly when followed by the low familiar voice of the Pastor. The animals often scowled, and talked behind their hands when the two passed.
Look at that, Father Verum
Civil War Story, UntitledA young boy, barely nineteen, lay asleep on a medical cot. His light blonde hair was strewn across his pale face. His round, boyish features twitched with discomfort as he remembered an unpleasant dream. The white sheets were neatly tucked around him, and his right arm, bandaged in his white knitted pyjamas, rested on top of the covers. His grey uniform lay resting on a chair next to him. Dry blood crested the elbow of the left sleeve.
He started, sitting upright; his left pyjama sleeve was pinned up, covering the sump that once was his left arm. He thought he could still feel where his left arm once was. Shaking his head to clear the feeling he spotted a calendar hanging near the tent opening. He spotted the date with ease. January 3, 1864. He had fought two days earlier in a small scrimmage against the union solders. There he had sustained two bullet wounds to his
The time is 4:44... Are you sure? Those were the last words I heard from her. My best friend It was supposed to be an average night, as average as any camping night can be. Lori, my best friend, and myself had decided to go camping in the local forest. Just two young girls getting away from the city.
Lori was this serious, short bleached-blond brown hair, and stood around 57, the average height for a 16 year old girl. She generally wore jeans and a simple T-shirt, along with basic 5Star tennies. I, on the other hand, seemed to be the complete opposite. I wore my brown hair long, and I only stood 54, short for a 16 year old girl. I liked to wear skirts as well as jeans, though I did wear them for the camping trip, and my T-shirts all were either yellow or orange my dads favourite colours.
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