NATG Day 12, blah. I don't really like this one, but I won't have a whole lot of free time today to work on it because school, so I decided to just get it done tonight and be done with it.
Unearthly MusicUnearthly Melodies
A 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 Morning
Fan Fiction by: H.P. Lovecolt
I 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. Lovecolt
On 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
Ponies of the RealmA Crossover Fan Fiction by: H.P. Lovecolt
The year is 1037...
Celestia is dead
Equestria lays fragments
A cloaked pony gallops hard against driving rains. Her goal is to cross the border between Canterlot and the outside world. She crosses the threshold just before the gate is drawn up, separating the outside world from the regal city. Her gallop slows to a canter, conserving her breath. She didn't want to be winded if a fight broke out, as it undoubtedly would. The pony curses under her breath at the driving rains, they hadn't stopped since she had gotten the news of her mentor's untimely demise.
She has a place to be though, and she did not want to wait. She wanders through back alleys reaching the weather-worn of a pub. Slowly she opens the door. She takes the hood of her cloak off, revealing that she is a purple unicorn.
"Twilight Sparkle, I was wondering when you would get here."
Fastest Thing AliveFan Fiction by: Prince Shadari
"They all run about, enjoying themselves." A pink pony grinned to herself as she took a secret passage hidden in the back of Sugar Cube Corner. "They go about their business, enjoying my parties, making their friendship." The pony walked down the spiral stairs, closing the passage behind her. "They're all innocent, and yet they don't realise the real power that they hold." Lights came on as the pony entered what appeared to be some sort of factory. "However the Elements of Harmony will all be mine soon. Ever since I found out what the sixth element was I have been preparing," The pony took a lift up to some rafters, gazing over the factory.
"Soon, I will unleash my ponybots. Equestria will be mine, soon soon " The pony walked across the rafters, stopping half way through to gaze at her greatest creation. "Nothing will stop me, nothing c
It is a curious thing, fate. As there once was a small backwater planet destroyed to make an intergalactic speed way, shame really. But this isn't the story of that planet, or anyone who might have been involved with that planet. Because honestly, who would be silly enough to read a story about humans? Well, that isn't entirely true, the part about the story being about a backwater planet not the part about it being silly to want to read about humans. You see, there was a world very similar to that backwater planet, but stashed in another universe. The universes were very similar, particularly in having the same very extraordinary book. The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy was the bestselling book in the entire galaxy. Not only did it contain all the required information that one would need, such as getting by on 30 Drakturian Mebits a day, but it also had information on prett