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City LifeWe get off the bus
Like a horde of lemmings
The light turn green
And we pause
Our eyes widen as the mechanical beasts roar
Their screams filling the pathway as we leap back in terror
A few step forward
Their eyes fresh and aware
They do not fear death by the monsters of the road
They dart out
Scurrying thru the creatures
Some make it
Others meet the black road
Shredded upon its unforgiving surface
Then the light turns red
We step out cautiously
Looking each way
Even in the safe time
Some monsters will ignore the markers and attack
We run across
Our eyes ever alert on the demons waiting
Wanting our blood as decoration
Then we make it across the black river
And for now
At least until the next crossing
May 300 Word Try TwoNopony could remember a time when it had rained so hard. But the rain felt good to Scootaloo as they hid the tears from what she saw earlier. "How could she!?" The filly remembered and shuddered at the thought. "That tramp Spitfire! Just because she's a Wonderbolt, she thinks she can steal a kiss from MY Rainbow Dash!"
Standing upon the branch as the wet wind whipped about her body, Scootaloo shook a forehoof at the sky. "I will win her... HORSE APPLES!" Stumbling on the slippery bark, the filly pegasus suddenly trips and falls down.
Slowly coming to, Scootaloo let out a groan. Shifting slightly, she gives a wince at moving her left forehoof. Looking down, she gives a whinny of protest at her foreleg in a splint. "Don't move, you'll hurt yourself!" A filly's voice comes from the foot of the bed and Scootaloo sees a grey unicorn with a blonde mane looking up at her. "What in Equestria compelled you to be out tonight? You're lucky mom found you on her way home from delivering mail so I c
May 300 Word Try One"Nopony could remember a time when it had rained so hard."
Lauren looked at the lanky twenty-something male before her, his face pock-marked as his shoulder-length blonde hair looked to be in desperate need of washing, and he was wearing a Twilight Sparkle T-shirt.
Lauren set the pages onto the table before resting her head in her hands while giving a deep sigh. She then looks up and shakes her head. "Well, it looks like you put a lot of time into this script, but I'm no longer a part of the show. But if you send it to Studio B, I'm sure they'll be able to let you know about it."
The young man's face brightened as he took back the script with a bright smile. "Thank you, Mrs. Faust!"
Leaning back in her chair, she looked to her left to the curly-haired man next to her. "Craig? Can you send someone to get me a drink and some more antacids...? The baby's making me feel queasy again."
Craig McCracken looked over and shook his head. "Are you sure it's not just the episode suggestions and fa
ReflectionsVal's pursuit led him to the foul beast's domain. The hollowed-out cavern reeked of blood and rancid meat. The dim light he had seen as he charged through the tunnel after the monster could now be identified: torches. Rows of mysteriously lit torches lined the walls of the huge cave. At its center was a substantially large labyrinth of mirrors.
He spotted the beast entering.
He spun his silver broadsword in his hand and hurried in behind it.
His garb was a simple blue and white crusader's leather with thick armored pads and reinforcing steel studs. Lightweight and flexible, but quite effective defense against blunt blows and – in a pinch – the slashing claws of the unholy spawn of the earth. All monster-hunters wore a similar variety in Val's experience. It would serve him well in these close quarters of the mirrored maze.
Right, left, forward, left, right he turned, always catching a glimpse of the beast's tail as he wove his way through the corridors. Every so often he sp
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