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paleauthor

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chaotictheorist

 

kyri-is-dark



  

joeisbadass

  

facelesssoles

  

ponycleverblue

  
mits-giotix

Mature Content

 

Mature Content

herobrine67

The Fox PrinceThere once lived two brothers who were named: Akihiko and Daiki. They lived near the western edge of Japan.  Akihiko and Daiki lived in a quiet little village, just the way they liked it. The two were talented bakers, so good was in fact that it could even cure wounds from both soul and mind. The two brothers swore an oath to never tell anyone in the village about their gift of cooking. One day, a man came in wearing armor as red as blood. Around him were soldiers with the same armor, the people assumed they were from the local emperor. The leader of the village came out. “What do you need of us?” he asked one of the soldiers. “We need to find a healer, our master has been poisoned” the leader nodded. “But, why come here?” Asked the leader, “Your village was closer”
The leader didn't know what to do, the best healers of the village could do nothing to help the dying master. Daiki had an idea; he would give them some of his food so he 

dreadmaster231


MLP: Viral Ch. 1"IPC"
    -Sweet Apple Acres: farm Outskirts
    "That's the third one this week!", Applejack shouted pointing a hoof at the horribly mutilated cow lying on the ground. "We can't allow this ta continue Mac, We need ta figure out who- or what's been killin' all our cows!"
"Eeyup" Big mac replied as he tied a rope around whatever he could find that was 'Stable' enough to be pulled, Aj watching silently tried holding back her tears.
"Whatever in equestria, would-... or could do something like this?" Applejack asked throwing her hooves in the air, Big mac shrugged calmly as he tightened the last ropes around his harness.  Sighing quietly, Aj slowly made her way over to mac trying to help.  
"Ah'm not sure how much uh this ah 'kin take Big mac".
Big mac looking rather down trodden sighed inwardly, "Ah know..."
"Just make sure ya put her someplace where the manticores won't git ta her..." Applejack requested as she moved away from her bro  MLP - Rewriting time (Unfinished sample)"The end is now Celestia... All of Equestria will fall to our rule!" Chrysalis snapped maniacally at the Alicorn princess.
"Twilight and her friends WILL STOP YOU, ALL... OF YOU" Celestia snapped back struggling to keep herself standing on her hooves. "I... Will... Stop you"
"Stop us? Oh Celestia you always were so drab... Yet even you can surprise me every once in awhile" Discord said his head appearing from underneath the princesses neck piece. "I mean do you honestly think you and that ragtag group of inbred redneck students you call the elements of harmony could actually defeat us let alone attempt to reform ME... The avatar of chaos!"
"Yes, I DID... But now I know there is only one way to make sure your evil does not happen again!" Celestia spat. Discord laughed inwardly.
"Evil? Please I'm not the evil one... I just want to see the great and powerful princess of the sun fall to her knees as she watches her beloved Equestria burn" Discord said coldly. He turned away chuckling. "I m

nyxknight

 

emerald-alexandria

Forever moreSkin sags and hangs
like sacks of meat,
off licked and chewed bones;
A smile flown away
but wings,
green and festering,
refuse to soar.
I suffer time’s slow crawl
Against the mud.
I wait from dusk to dust,
Until wine ages to a rot.
       And still,
           your kiss can't catch me
-Hana K

duytter



wholetthemonstersout

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fobok

 

weekendhunters

Straws   I used to play with straws when I was a kid.
    Despite our family's obvious comfortable financial status, my siblings and I, for some reason, lacked in toys. While others just replayed whatever toys they may have over and over again, I, for some really odd reason, became fixated with straws.
    It's a hobby I shared with no one, since it was odd for children my age to become fixated with straws, when they have their Hot Wheels and Jenga and UNOs, or if they're really lucky, a computer to play with.
    Straws, were in a way, my own toys to play with, something to indulge in my fleeting childhood interest in architecture and structures.
    The real reason I chose straws, however, is its cheapness and accessibility. You can get straws almost anywhere. The moment I finished my Slurpee, I'd wash the straw and keep it in a box. If I finished drinking a box of milk, the straw will be washed and stored in the same bo  Vox PopuliIt was another day in Hell, with people going on their daily business, as they would normally do on a weekday. In the city square of hell, a group of demons are setting up a camera, with another holding a boom mic, and another demon wearing a sweater over his
shirt tested to see if his microphone is working. Another held a clipboard while looking at the time.
"Everything ready?" he asked, looking at the crew.
"Yeah, everything ready," the cameraman confirmed, before looking at the host. "You ready?"
"Just a sec," the host replied, brushing his clothes before standing in front of the camera,
and nodded. "Ready."
"Alright," the demon holding the clipboard said, "Everyone ready? Three...two...one, begin."
"Good evening and welcome to another episode of Hell's Issues," the host said, smiling professionally into the camera, the cameraman making sure he got the best of the host's profile.
"And we've discussed various topics throughout this season," the host continued, "and today's topic is.. 

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king-76

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