MLP: Citizen Weevil: Chapter FourMLP: Citizen Weevil: Chapter Four by MagicMan001
Growing Family, Part I
Saturday mornings were, among many things in his sad, pitiful life, the bane of Weevil’s existence. It was the busiest day of the week for the store. It was good for business, but not so much for the stress vein pounding on the poor changeling’s temple.
“Here you are, Mrs Tea Cosy.” Weevil hurriedly finished packing her woolly saddlebag and slid it and her change across the counter. “I’m sorry for the wait.”
Tea Cosy rolled her eyes irritably and took off with her heavy bag of prune juice, hardly making a dent in the ridiculously long line of customers, who were growing more aggravated and restless by the minute.
“This is getting ridiculous!”
“Hey, who touched my flank? Somepony touched my flank!”
“Okay, everyone! Everyone!” he shouted over the customers’ screaming kids who were running up and down the ai
MLP: Maternal Instinct: Chapter ThirteenMLP: Maternal Instinct: Chapter Thirteen by MagicMan001
“Cerci... I know how you must feel about seeing me here...”
Cerci still did not say anything to her. She just sat back down where she was, facing her back to her, her dropped head gazing wistfully into her lap. To Chrysalis, it looked as if she were meditating, but there was an underlying anger surrounding her as patent as the dirt clotting her mane.
‘Well, this is going as swimmingly as I thought.’ Right now, she really wished she had the power of telepathy, or at least the ability to see her face, if just to have some idea what the mother was thinking. Her persistent silence was disconcerting: she even would have preferred her to leap across the cell in a try to reach through the bars and punch her.
“And I figure you probably have nothing more to say to me.” She nursed her jaw, which started aching from the memory of the blow. “You made that clear at the hospital. All I’m asking is that you list
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 eye he pushed himself in his wheelchair up to the table and held his open hand over the carvings on it.
He paused for a moment with his hand over the circle and continued to cry deeply as he recollected staying up until dawn listening to his father talk about ancient rituals and a legendary gate that served as a portal to all worlds. He let out a very loud
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