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Written by BronyDerp117(sanch3z117)
Thanks to Zonfic and SilverDream for pre-reading.
I lay here on my cold back as the relenting winter wind floods through my open window. I find it amusing that, even though it could be a mere coincidence, my life is slowly draining as the oak trees that are dotted across this land lose their autumn leaves in a similar way. Come to think of it, life is like an oak tree. You start out young, fragile, and broken easily. With time, you begin to grow. You rise up, and branch out. Then the leaves come in. For an oak tree, they are its beauty. It is also their being. Without their leaves, they would
Sweet Memories, Chapter One: VowsSweet Memories
Written by Sanch3z117(Known as BronyDerp117 on FiMFiction)
Chapter One: Vows
"The brides have requested to say their own vows, and have written them. Miss Applejack, please recite your vows." The tall, formally dressed elderly stallion spoke in a rich, deep voice. His thick white handlebar mustache completely covered his mouth as he spoke. He was standing under a white metal arch that was thickly covered in a mixture of apple blossoms, red roses, white roses, and large pink zinnia flowers. To the right of the stallion stood Rainbow Dash, her rainbow colored mane not in its usual messy state. It was slightly brushed, but stil
Goodnight Enigmatic SongShe was the song you hear and, at first blush, don't like.
Well, you don't know how you feel about it so you keep listening in an attempt to discover how exactly you feel and then you reach the end of the song and you realize, you don't like it; you love it.
That was Grace.
She was my coworker and she was my friend.
We carpooled together, I drove and she slept most of the way.
"Don't get much sleep at night, do you?" I asked her, catching those drooping lids mid-descent.
She looked out the window streaked with rain; it spoke in percussive touches filling the car with quiet overcast conversation.
I felt the warmth of her smile in the corner of my eye. The blur of her hand reached at the window to feel the cold of the droplets.
"When I was a girl, I used to race these. I thought it was funny the fat ones always won," she giggled and I imagined her as a little girl in the passenger seat then, legs too short to reach so kicking, and hair messed in the bac
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