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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 rot up and die from the lack of food given to them from their leaves. They are simple, yet complicated. Somewhat lacking, but efficient. But for a pony's life? Your life? My life? Those leaves are the ones we call a certain title. The coldness of the Earth we walk upon is outweighed by those we call this title. Those that bring us a warmth from the co
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 still her trademark mess. She even had a painted rainbow flower in her headband, courtesy of Rarity, who also made the two bride's dresses. Rainbow also boasted a necklace that had her cutie mark. The hairs in Dash's mane gently waved in the soft, cool summer breeze. To the left of the stallion priest, was Applejack, who had put her usual ponytail into a
Parenting for Sex AddictsThe half-day.
We are not those folks that need an occasion to try. And that’s what they call it, too. Trying. As if the very idea of it is taxing. It’s not taxing and we are not those people.
No. We do not go by some magical calendar. Schedules aren’t really our thing in general. That’d be too organized. Too stuffy. Too… I don’t know… too planned. And we’re not the type of people whom plan.
If we could—plan—our lives would be much different. I think. It’s hard to say because this is how we’ve always been.
Our very togetherness is a result of impulse. I’m almost certain that the amount of time it took us to decide to move in together was significantly shorter than the amount of time it took us to remember each other’s names. We might have had our first conversation moments after that first… what I mean to say is we didn’t plan. Because planning would have been much t
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