Sorry for not being here around....well you know the bucking school and the chores...well sorry for not being accepting art and drawings but now I have some free time so ..... let the Art flow and send your drawings
-sorry for the bad orthography xp
My LIttle Ponies - Chapter 1My name’s Jacob. I currently attend Northwest University of the Arts, where I’m double majoring in Theater and English. Yeah, I know, that makes me look smart but trust me I’m pretty normal. in fact everything in my life is normal. I have a normal house, a normal part time job, even a normal school life. that’s why I’m looking to change it. If i can become a famous writer or actor, I’m set! that’s why I’m double majoring and busting my arse to get this degree that I’ll be paying off for the rest of my life.
The first day of school draws to a close and I wander out of my History of Theater class at 4:00. All this double major work had better be worth it. I find my way to my car and jiggle the key until the engine starts.
I own a small one floor house outside of the campus, it had once been my aunts, but she died and left it to me. It’s not much to look at, but it has a massive yard and working electricity, so it’s goo
Discord's Apprentice - Chapter 1Draw focus from confusion, courage from fear, and energy from apathy. Eris remembered these lessons well as she stalked her prey. A small rabbit, one grown just out of bunnyhood. She focused her magic to it and pounced! The bolt of energy hit the rabbit before it even knew she was there! it screeched in terror as a fifth leg sprouted from it’s chest. It flopped onto it’s back, unable to move with the weight of the hoofed leg sprouting from it’s stomach. Eris rolled on the ground laughing hysterically watching as the creature struggled.
“Hmm, not bad,” A voice said from behind her. She turned smiling with recognition at the pointed face of her master.
“Evening, Mr. Discord,” she said smiling as the Draconequus slithered into full view. He looked pleased, which was fortunate, usually when he came to visit her in her little hideaway in the Everfree Forest his face was contorted with frustration. ‘Those blasted ponies and their friendsh
Candy is MagicCandy Is Magic
“Here you go, guyths,” said Twist, as she handed over a package of candy canes.
Volunteers for the Celestial Army had set up their red kettle outside the Ponyville train station, and Twist kept them supplied with sweets. Every donor would get a candy canes whatever the size of the contribution. Everypony came out ahead in what was nearly a win-win perfect storm of good will. Ponies enjoyed getting one of Twist’s special candy canes almost as much as they enjoyed contributing all their loose change to the needy. The volunteers enjoyed rewarding generosity with the candy canes. And Twist enjoyed seeing her craft-work put to good work, even more than she enjoyed making the sweets.
This was saying quite a lot, as Twist loved to make candy. She had gone a little overboard.
“Thanks, Twist, you’re a dear,” said the Cel
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