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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
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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