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The Journey to Ponyville: Chapter Three
A few days past, and Nox-Scriptor and Midnight were getting tired from walking and sleeping on the cold hard ground. When they felt like they were about to collapse, but then they saw a small cabin on the side of the dirt road. Nox-Scriptor and Midnight were excited when they thought about sleeping in a soft bed. Nox-Scriptor and Midnight went up to the cabin and knocked on the door. A few seconds later the door opened.
An old mare was standing with a smile upon her face. "Oh hello, youngsters. What is it you want?" she said. "Hello, we are travelers and we have been looking for a place to stay for a while," Nox-Scriptor said with a smile. "
The Journey to Ponyville: Chapter Two
Bill's eyes slowly open with a groggy feeling upon his body. He got up with pain all over his body. Bill gasps at what he sees. The land around him is colorful and so is the plants. He takes off the clothes that he wore back on earth and hung them on a nearby branch. He saw a puddle a few feet away and trotted towards it. He looked down to see what he looks like. He was a dark-light blue Earth Pony with a dark blue jagged mane with light blue highlights.
He could not believe what just happened. He remembered what G-man said about there being a necklace with a button on it. He looked at his neck, finding a metal rope with a red button on it a
The Journey to Ponyville: Chapter 1
It was October 21st of 2011. The trees were waving in the fall wind, with bright colored leaves falling to the ground. Not a soul was outside in the quiet night. Bill could not fall asleep. He knew that something bad was going to happen. He just didn't know what. The more he thought was going to happen, the more his fear began to grow. The worst that he thought of was that of his parents finding out that he was a brony. He knew that it is impossible because he always deletes the history in the internet browser. He never gets caught doing anything pony related, if he does, he makes up a lie to tell.
He lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling,
I wonder if you're enjoying
the curvature of her back.
The spine, a row of ossified crowns
crowded and curved around that defining neural superhighway;
that extension cord,
adventurously connecting the visceral
to the peripheral.
The horseshoe crab vertebrae
scuttle to break through skin at your touch;
a defining shiver.
I see your hands
around the rounded hills of her shoulders.
Scapulae jutting out with the extremity of the bend,
like a chicken's wings.
And the bands of these dorsal muscles
stand up like wings,
cast shadows in the dimples of the pelvis that she lifts;
that will fold o
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