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Roy G. Biv
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The Puppy

As the sound of barking filled the night halls of Ponyville Hospital, Nurse Redheart gave a heavy sigh while resting her brow in her hooves. Closing her eyes, the barks were interspaced with loud barks and howls towards the moon before returning to frantic barking once more. Looking towards a secure door, the lone window near the top showed the darkened insides of a padded room... A rubber room as some in Ponyville called it. It was in this room Ponyville Hospital's sole resident resided: Patient 17, or "Screw Loose" as some had come to call her. Reaching for a key, she unlocked the drawer to her desk and pulled out a manilla envelope with h

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Literature

The Puppy

As the sound of barking filled the night halls of Ponyville Hospital, Nurse Redheart gave a heavy sigh while resting her brow in her hooves. Closing her eyes, the barks were interspaced with loud barks and howls towards the moon before returning to frantic barking once more. Looking towards a secure door, the lone window near the top showed the darkened insides of a padded room... A rubber room as some in Ponyville called it. It was in this room Ponyville Hospital's sole resident resided: Patient 17, or "Screw Loose" as some had come to call her. Reaching for a key, she unlocked the drawer to her desk and pulled out a manilla envelope with h

My Little Pony

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Literary Tags, Memes and Themes

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Literature

The Looking Glass

Sheila 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,

Poetry and stuff

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She Said Yes!

Photos

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