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To Her Surprise, part 7: The Smile
She woke up this morning with a beam of sunlight caressing her forehead, the only part of her face that was not hidden beneath the blanket. Mumbling little sounds of irritation, she shifted to her other side, pulling the sheets out of position and her blanket along with her. There she stayed for a few seconds, pondering whether or not she should simply go back to sleep like she had the day before and the day before that. A long sigh escaped her while she opened her eyes, their lids heavy as lead, and she had a little staring competition with the sunlit wall when she finally got them open. Her motivation for getting up was lacking at best, but yet another day called and this one called for her to get out of bed.
She made a pained grimace from the ache that ran through her body when she stretched. It had gotten used to the fetal position she fell asleep in several hours ago. But the way the pain extended and her bones clicked made her feel just a little bit better, at least physically. I
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Literature
To Her Surprise, part 6: The Twitch
She would get up every morning to a world of dark clouds with a sunny smile. She would dance with her sisters, help out her father, and talk with her mother. She loved every day she woke up to, because her life had changed in just that direction. It was still the same old farm, and the same old family, but it shone in a different light, cast by the brilliant grin of a snow white pegasus.
Every chance she had she would run off to play with Surprise. She would finish her work in the fields and hug her family goodbye for the time the breaks took, after which she would gallop at top speed to Sugarcube Corner where she was met by Surprise and Cup Cake, sometimes even Firefly, and they would welcome her with sheer pleasure. The breaks would then be spent by Pinkie and Surprise alone. Surprise would teach her everything she knew, of dancing and laughing and singing and playing. Every single game the white pegasus had ever learned or created herself was hammered into the pink filly's head, and
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Literature
To Her Surprise, part 5: The Mentor
The following day on Pie Fields was like no day before. The smiles Pinkie Pie met at the breakfast table were wide as the horizon, accompanied by hearty greetings and cheerful laughter. What they ate was the same, and so was what they prepared for, but they ate in a currently unseen mood. Pinkie was ecstatic. She could hardly sit still in her chair, waving her arms around as she told her family of her experiences with Surprise, and they listened closely, joining together in laughter when told of the white pegasus' antics, and joining together in jealous gasps when told of the party and the trip to the sky. Blinkamina and Inkamina would bounce around with Pinkie, but their little filly legs could never keep up with their big sister's energy. When they finally lost all their energy, they would extend their hooves, craving for the sunrise dance to continue, and Pinkie and Clyde would pick them up and swing them about, all the while being watched and cheered for by a wet-eyed Sue Pie. The
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Literature
To Her Surprise, part 4: The Explosion
Another morning, another breakfast. The tired silence in the room was broken only by the sounds of ponies clearing the table, doing the dishes, and yawning. Sue Pie stood with her hooves in a tub of hot water, carefully scrubbing the jam and crumbs off the plates, and Inkamina stood ready beside her with a dishcloth, all the while making smacking noises with her lips. Clyde had noticed something wrong with his collar, which left him irritated in front of a mirror in the living room, gritting his teeth as he desperately tried to correct this farmer's fashion emergency. Blinkamina and Pinkamina were free to as they liked while waiting for the others to get ready for some more hard and dull labor. Therefore, Pinkamina sat bored in the living room's armchair, and Blinkamina kept busy by poking Sue's ball of yarn that she puzzled with every night, all the while listening to their father's irritated noises in the background. It was just another Pie morning.
Two prolonged rings sounded in the
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Literature
To Her Surprise, part 3: The Song in the Sky
Another hard first part of the day at the farm had passed. Pinkamina stretched her back, making cracking noises as her spine corrected itself. She looked around the field and at her family, panting with their heads hanging between their legs, giving their sweat but a small distance to fall and stain the hard earth. Blinkamina noticed her looking, and with a breathless expression she gave her pink sister a trembling smirk. But although Pinkamina smiled back, it was not because of Blinkamina. It was finally lunchtime, or in Pinkamina's case; time for a well-deserved break. It was not the river calling however. It was a certain bakery. Making sure not to waste any time, the pink filly rushed through Ponyville, her eyes focused on the road ahead. She was panting when she reached the gingerbread house, and when she stopped street's width from it, she took a moment to look at the cupcake tower. Her eyes sparkled and drool slipped past her lips while she stared dreamingly at the building. Her
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Literature
To Her Surprise, part 2: The Party
The farm was constantly dark at daytime, but at night it was even darker. Seeing anything on the outside was next to impossible with no stars, no moon, or any lights whatsoever. There was no need for curtains. But Pinkamina did not mind the night. The darkness was actually helpful to her. She sat in her pitch black room, her cheek pressed against the door as she listened to her parents preparing for their bedtime. Making sure to catch every sound of their steps and voices, she patiently waited for the door to their bedroom to make its final slam of the night. They were both sound sleepers, rarely waking up before the break of dawn, so chances were she would be able to get out of the house and back in unnoticed.
The sound of a turning was the signal for the next step of her escape. Her face beamed with an excited grin, and she made a silent gesture of accomplishment with her hoof before she tip-hoofed to her bedroom window. Though she could hardly see anything, she still took a look out
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Literature
To Her Surprise, part 1: The White Pegasus
Pie Fields did not have the gentle morning sounds that were common to most other parts of Equestria. A pony spending the night there would never wake up to the lustful chirping of birds or the busy buzzing of bees. No matter how thick the clouds above the house were, the drumming of rain on the roof would never resonate in the ears of its residents. Such sounds were unthinkable on this farm. What woke Pinkamina up this morning was the subtle sound of voices, guiding and instructing each other outside her window.
She turned on her back and stretched her hooves as far behind her head as possible. Her straight hair covered half of her face, creating a curtain to further block out the farm's nonexistent sunlight. She blew away the pink threads from her face and to the side of her head where they belonged. Taking a moment to breathe and let the thought of a new day sink in, the filly stared aimlessly at the ceiling while trying to make sense of the almost inaudible words from the outside. T
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Literature
The Tale of a Cutie Mark, part 1
Canterlot Library is widely regarded as the greatest source of knowledge in Equestria. The main hall alone is an endless maze of more than a thousand shelves, each about four stories tall and so long that one would have to walk for at least five minutes before reaching one end from the other. Yet even with shelves this huge, one shelf is rarely enough to contain even a single category of literature. There are simply too many books. A thousand lifetimes would not be enough to read even half of them. And that is only a part of the library.
For this reason, Twilight always found herself to be as excited as a schoolfilly whenever she trotted along the crevasses of the shelves in the main hall. This library was her candy land, and every book was another sugary treat for her hungry mind. She constantly carried a toothy grin with her when she searched the incredibly tall shelves one by one for whatever she was looking for, secretly hoping that she would never find it just so she could spend m
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Literature
The Warmth Under Your Wings, Part 3
The space of the waiting room felt like it had closed around Rainbow Dash and Dr. heartfeld, leaving them in a vacuum where they were able to comprehend only each other's presence and the things they said. Rainbow Dash was completely still on the outside, but the inside of her head kept telling her different ways to properly react to the things the old, faded tan stallion had just told her. Though she had an idea what had happened in Scootaloo's past, she was still somewhat unprepared for hearing the truth.
Dr. Heartfeld was a patient pony. While Rainbow was picking up the pieces of information one by one, he sat still and watched her with a pair of curious, yet calm eyes, eager to hear her response while still giving her the required time to absorb what he had said. With a straight back and a dignified expression, he sat ready for Rainbow's judgment, whatever it would be. This was, after all, the reason she had asked him to tell her the story of the unfortunate orange filly in the fir
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Literature
The Warmth Under Your Wings, part 2
"So where are we going, Dash?" Scootaloo asked, jumping happily in circles around the cyan pegasus as they walked the road to Ponyville. Rainbow Dash had asked the filly to come along for some reason, though she would not say exactly why they were going there other than Rainbow had some 'business' to attend to.
Rainbow Dash shot the filly a heartwarming smile. The happiness Scootaloo had been beaming with all day was something genuine, something she had never thought she would see in the orange pegasus. Before today, every smile Scootaloo made seemed to have required a command from her. Like she had been unable to laugh out of reflex like most ponies would when they are happy. That this smile and excitement on the skipping filly's face seemed to be happening without her realizing it, made Rainbow feel both glad and proud. She was the one who made Scootaloo laugh.
"You'll see when we get there, Squirt," Rainbow Dash said with a teasing tone. "But really, it's not that exciting. It's jus
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Literature
The Warmth Under Your Wings, part 1
The first thought that popped into Scootaloo's head before she opened her eyes was that the hay somehow felt different than usual. It felt so comfortable and warm, yet light as air and slightly wet like morning dew. She began poking the fluffy material a few times before she finally opened her eyes and took a good look at this strange bed surface. Surprised at first, she did not see hay, but a pretty white cloud. A smile formed on her face when she finally remembered just what was going on, and as she took a good look around the spacious room of white, the pleasant reality came to her like merry thoughts on a Hearth's Warming Eve's morning. This was not the chicken coop she had been used to.
"Finally awake, Squirt?" The orange filly heard from the door behind her. With a happy smile she turned around to see Rainbow Dash lean against the cloudy doorway, forelegs crossed and looking as cool as ever while Tank was hovering beside her with his noisy turtle engine. "You seemed so peaceful w
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Literature
Single Wing - part 8
Scootaloo did not find it difficult to sleep in the hay at all. Nor did she have any trouble keeping herself warm at night with all these warm feathers surrounding her. However, waking up early in the morning by the loud sound of the rooster welcoming the morning sun, not to mention being randomly pecked in the face by the female residents of the chicken coop, was a bit irritating to her.
This morning was no exception. As soon as the first syllable of the "Cock-a-doodle-doo" was uttered, a yellow beak started digging into the orange filly's cheek. After a few pecks, Scootaloo finally managed to push the feathered nuisance away with her hoof.
"Cut it out," she told it with a sleepy voice as she rubbed the sore area. She stood up and brushed the little bits of hay off her coat before she did a few stretches. "Geez… you guys are so annoying. You still haven't gotten used to me?"
It had been a few weeks since Scootaloo did her overly dramatic escape from her own home and what she stil
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Literature
Single Wing - part 7
Although the white sheets had been removed days ago, Scootaloo was still certain that she could smell Copperbolt's distinct fragrance from the large mattress. This was the main reason she had been spending most of the time since the funeral in her, now former, bedroom, tightly hugging the sheetless pillow. She kept digging her nose into the sheets to, at the same time dry her eyes whenever they began to tear up, to keep to keep the memory of the brown mare completely intact, especially now that she had seen firsthoof how nopony else seemed to do that.
She remembered how the funeral had been painfully empty. Although the ceremony was held on a holiday, and the sun had been shining as brightly as always, only a few ponies had shown up to show their respect. A few of Copperbolt's former Wonderbolt comrades, a few former fans, Dr. Heartfeld and herself were the only ones with enough guts to even make an appearance. Not even Scootaloo's father had dared show his face, making the orange fill
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Literature
Single Wing - part 6
Scootaloo woke up with a shiver of the body from the cold air in the room. The lamp was still on, although the morning light had overtaken its role. She also noticed that she was still lying under Copperbolt's wing, though it seemed rather cold. Of course Copperbolt must have been freezing through the night, seeing as Scootaloo fell asleep while leaning up against her, so she could not reach out and grab her own blanket to pull over. It was just like her mother's kind heart to let her sleep like that, even though it meant for her to freeze herself.
The filly then looked back up at the brown mare's face to see how she was doing, smiling at how peaceful she seemed. Copperbolt seemed to sleep like a log, and judging by the wide and sweet smile on her face, she must be dreaming the most amazing of dreams. Steadily and quietly, Scootaloo dragged herself out from under the wing, so as to not wake up Copperbolt. She reached out behind the brown mare and got the blanket between her teeth, and
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Literature
Single Wing - part 5
While Dr. Heartfeld was giving Copperbolt a hasty treatment in the bedroom upstairs, Scootaloo was lying on the sofa in the livingroom in the same manner that a bearskin rug would lay flat on the floor. She was thinking about how the day had gone by, and how Copperbolt's illness somehow managed to ruin every happy moment the young filly would have with her. In just one day, two episodes happened, turning the upside-down frown on Scootaloo's face into a proper frown.
As she spent the time waiting for Heartfeld to come out of the bedroom, Scootaloo simply stared straight ahead into nothing with the eyes of a dead pony, all the while mumbling how she thought her situation was unfair. The sound of hoofsteps on the stairs woke her up though, and she opened her eyes a little wider while she raised her tiny body to look over the back of the sofa. When Heartfeld walked by the door to the livingroom, he seemed to be lost in thought, eyes pointing to the floor while his head was still pointing s
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Literature
Single Wing - part 4
The playground was completely empty, which was not surprising considering how late it was. The sun was barely visible on the sky, only showing a few dim rays of light that cast a dark pink shadow on the horizon. Even a few stars had become visible in different spots on the twilight sky.
The excited filly moved her head from side to side, checking out the different instruments of fun that she could use. The swings were seductive, but the ticklish feeling she got from the carrousel was always a winner, even though it often made her nauseous. She looked over her shoulder as much as possible without breaking her neck, maintaining the silly grin for her mother to see and snigger at.
"Wow, Scoot," the brown mare said with a hint of happy surprise in her voice. "You're really excited about this, aren't you? You know, it's not an amusement park. It's just the plain old playground. Don't you come here almost every day to train on the scooter?"
Scootaloo nodded hastily and did a 180 degree turn
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Hello.
Is there anybrony out there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anybrony home?

Come on, now.
I think I'm feeling down.
But you could ease my pain.
If I could see your feet again.

Relax.
I'll share some information first.
Just a bit of facts.
I assure you it won't hurt.

I really fear you are receding.
A distant blur out on the horizon.
A glimpse of hands when you wave.
Your lips move, but I can't hear what you say.

When I was a foal I had a fever.
My hooves felt like those of baboons.
Now I've got that feeling once again.
I can't explain, you would not understand.
I don't have any hands.

I... wish for some opposable thumbs.

OK.
Just another pinkie prick?
I may go "Aaaaaaah."
And you may think that I'm sick.

Can you stand up?
I do believe it's working, good.
That lets you keep looking at the show.
Of the falling rain and snow.

I really fear you are receding.
A distant blur out on the horizon.
A glimpse of hands when you wave.
Your lips move, but I can't hear what you say.

When I was a foal, I caught a fleeting glimpse.
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look, but it was gone.
I couldn't put that finger on it now.
My hoof is grown.
No seed's been sown.

I... wish for some opposable thumbs.

*epic lyre solo*

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SorcerusHorserus Featured By Owner Sep 20, 2015  Professional Digital Artist
Happy birthday! :icontwilightdanceplz:
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videogamehunter Featured By Owner Sep 20, 2013
Happy Birthday!!!
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CosmicWaltz Featured By Owner Jun 8, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Bwah.
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askesalsa Featured By Owner Jun 10, 2013
Bwahwha?
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CosmicWaltz Featured By Owner Jun 10, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Woooobbuffet.

Sup?
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askesalsa Featured By Owner Jun 10, 2013
Oh, you know. The sky, stars, the North Pole, and thumbs tend to be up on good days too.

You?
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PVRyohei Featured By Owner Sep 20, 2012
Happy Birthday!
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Acceleron Featured By Owner Sep 20, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Happy Birthday. :)
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videogamehunter Featured By Owner Sep 20, 2012
Happy Birthday!!!!
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askesalsa Featured By Owner Sep 20, 2012
Thanks :)
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