Littlest Pet Shop: Space Monkey: Part 01/02Littlest Pet ShopLittlest Pet Shop: Space Monkey: Part 01/02 by ~MagicMan001
She awoke with a jolt, her body numb against the cold, hard floor, and her heavy, bloodshot eyes shooting wide open. All she could see was a fuzzy grey blur. It would take a moment for her vision to return to normal, but it did not matter. She was engulfed in darkness as always, what did it matter if she could see it or not?
The numbness in her body went away first. The hard and icy metal surface she was sprawled against made her shiver, goose pimples forming all over her skin and her pink fur stand up on end. A horrible ache persisted within her skull, as if a long, sharp piece of metal was shoved in
MLP: A Weevil in Manehattan: Chapter One: WeevilMLP: A Weevil in Manehattan: Chapter One: Weevil by ~MagicMan001
A Weevil in Manehattan
They’d taken the dead Zebra’s body away ages ago, but the blood was all over the ground outside the tavern. It was red, like a pony’s. Funny, I always thought each species had their own blood colour (ours was green). The smell was the worst. It smelt like old rusty metal.
“Wanna know somethin’ cool?” Fang asked me, shaking my shoulder. I cringed; his claws were sharp and dirty. “Zebra blood gives you mystic powers.”
“That’s stupid,” I said.
“Yes-huh. I’ve seen it. My grandpa took out one when he was stationed in Zecornica. He dran
MLP: Maternal Instinct: Chapter SevenMLP: Maternal Instinct: Chapter Seven by ~MagicMan001
Chrysalis was flying through the air at an incredible speed, a screaming grey and cerulean rocket over the Equestrian skies. Her legs flailed about helplessly, unable to regain control or slow herself down. The wind was whistling so loud in her ears, she could not make out the millions of thoughts racing through her head or even her screams of rage and anguish. Through the pinkish haze in her eyes she could see Canterlot castle, her precious war prize, shrinking into the distance until all she could see was a microscopic white speck, and the sight of her glorious army being sc
The Refugee: Chapter 1 (Where I End and You Begin)
Where I End and You Begin
"If a man could have half his wishes, he would double his troubles."
- Benjamin Franklin.
A wooden table with a circle of transmutation meticulously carved into it stood in the middle of a dimly lit room. The dusty scratched up wooden floor beneath bared another carving of the same circle turned opposite of the one on the table. The dim candlelight from the six equidistant corners of the encompassed hexagon in the floor danced upon the rough concrete walls.
Tears streamed down his face and he sobbed uncontrollably as he dropped the open jar filled with gasoline behind him. With a solemn look in his e