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The Looking GlassSheila sighed, her shoulders rolling as she ran her fingers across her shoulder-length stringy red hair. Closing her eyes slowly, the sixteen year old shook her head slowly before looking up towards her bathroom door. Darting a glance towards the clock on her wall, she watched the red second hand slowly tick, each second feeling like an eternity. "Eleven-fifty three..." she whispered to herself if only to break the stillness in her bedroom. Clenching her thin hands to steel her nerves, Sheila remembered back to what began this circle of events...
It was lunchtime, and as usual Sheila sat under a tree in the brisk fall air amidst the orange, yellow and brown dying leaves reading her textbooks waiting for lunch to end. In class, the other students couldn't make fun of her because the teachers kept a closer watch. But between classes and during lunch, all bets were off-and Sheila knew this all too well. She'd never been one of the popular kids, nor had she any inclination to be one. She j
Forever With The One You LoveTwilight rolled over in bed, the purple mare's body slowly stretching in her half-awake daze as she murmured gently to herself. As her eyes closed once more to enjoy those last few moments of blissful sleep, her forehooves dug into the bed sheets before bumping into something familiar. A wistful smile crossed her muzzle as she smiled, reaching forward with her muzzle as her nostrils began to sniff her favorite scent. Opening her eyes slowly, Twilight saw Trixie's half awake eyes staring back into hers as a sleepy smile crosses the blue unicorn's muzzle.
"Mmm, good morning, sleepyhead..." Trixie's usual defenses by now were dropped when around Twilight, but her voice still carried that slightly haughty tone to it at times. It wasn't intentional most the time for her, it's just that the magician unicorn had her stage persona so ingrained into her normal psyche. "It's about time you woke up..."
Twilight gave a slow smile as she reached out, her right hoof touching Trixie's face lightly as
Rapunzel Re-ImaginedNew York City.
A dark, rank place filled with sin and debauchery. Every night I can hear it outside my apartment, scraping at the windows and walls to get inside. The city wants to rape and kill me, I know it! The doctors who come by try to tell me otherwise, but I know the truth! My mother told my what would happen if I allowed them in, and I learned from her all too well.
Ah, but the city uses many disguises to try to get into my home. Last week it tried to disguise itself as the pizza delivery driver bringing my dinner. The month before the city claimed to be the building superintendent demanding to be able to investigate a gas leak. And then there was the time the city tried to disguise itself as one of my doctors. Oh, the city is crafty, when it wants a virginal prey like myself.
And whom am I, you may ask? Why, that's a very good question! My name is Suzanne Rapunzel, and my great grandfather built this apartment building over one hundred years ago here in Crown Heights. My fa
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