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MLP: Frightening Fiesta Ch. 2Two days had passed, and around seven thirty at night Ponyville's favorite unicorn began to walk down the stairs of the library. "How do I look, Spike?" she asked her helper.
With his jaw ajar, Spike replied "You look beautiful, Twilight! Like I've never seen you before!"
Twilight blushed with his complement as she arrived at the bottom floor. "Thanks Spike. You always know what to say." Twilight Sparkle was adorned with a long red dress covered in sparkles. The hair that was usually covering her face was pulled back into a bun, as was her mane. She wore matching red heels as well.
"Just don't get into any trouble, Twilight. I won't be there to save you this time." Spike said in a joking fashion.
Twilight giggled in return. "Don't worry Spike. It probably won't be that great anyway. I'm not planning on spending too much time there."
"Well don't forget to have fun." said Spike with a smile.
Just then a knock came from the door and Rarity let herself in.
"I've decided to be fashionably e
MLP: Frightening Fiesta Ch. 1 It was a beautiful day in the small town of Ponyville. The birds were singing, the fillies were laughing, the sky was a deep azure blue, and every pony was in a good mood. That was until
"Spike, what did you do???" The familiar screech of a certain unicorn pony emanated from the town library, and it didn't take a genius to tell that something was amiss inside.
"I'm SO sorry, Twilight! It was an accident!" Spike said. If Twilight Sparkle couldn't tell from his voice, the baby dragon's shaking and groveling made it evident that he was frightened.
"But Spike, how do you accidentally light my research journal on fire?" yelled Twilight. "I was almost finished with my experiment!"
Spike got up from the floor, but his nervousness still showed. "Well, you see, funny thing about that " He averted his gaze from Twilight and stared at th
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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