Will I only beable to fly in my dreams?
Are my dreams the only place where I can be me?
The only place where I can be free?
Are my Dreams the only place where I won’t be a disappointment to her?
Am I only capable of dreaming about flying next to her?
Rainbow Dash, I dream to fly with you!
The door to the doctors office opened with ominous creek causing Rainbow Dash and Scootaloo to look up from their idle conversation. Dr. Clean Bandage walked in with a clipboard in his mouth. With an uneasy look on his face he meandered over to the chair that sat across the room from the two pegasi. He pulled the stool to him when he got to it and sa
I'm tired. Why are you coming in so late in the night?
What is it that you want from me, my son? An apology?
Oh, that's what you want, then? An apology for my actions so many years ago?
There is no way I can apologize for what happened. You were already torn from my arms. You were already stolen off. You were already reared by another. No mere words I speak now will be able to undo that. Nothing I can do will bring you back into my arms.
How could I ever apologize for doing something so egregiously wrong?
I left you behind.
I left you behind!
I didn't mean to. Of course I didn't mean to! You were our boy who would grow into our son. Our
Some animals sacrifice themselves for the good of their group and species. Others do the reverse.
- The Bad Stuff, Dreamer's Handbook
John materialized on top of a tall cliff. It wasn't a teleportation spell - his consciousness could surely handle the in-between places. He sat down on a nearby rock.
Such a tranquil view. The local horizon and the fractally recurring lush vegetation soothed him. John occasionally brought his pupils here; perspective helps with thinking.
Despite the view, he gazed inward. Unlike many who reacted to the height with a love-hate kind of fear, John saw the height as a representation of distance he felt within
The Vampire Lord Must Die by DawnArdent, literature
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The Vampire Lord Must Die
Energy has to flow. The chimeric combination of wanting something while fearing it leads to misplaced needs.
- Know Thyself, Dreamer's Handbook
Ashley gently ran the tip of the blade over her fair skin. "You like this, don't you?" She whispered with as much girlish charm and womanly dominance as she could muster.
Infiltrating the manor didn't prove too difficult. Ashley made intricate plans, relying on stealth and the element of surprise to reach her target, but decided to enter through the front gate instead. Pff... men. Revealing clothes, sincere smiles, a few tactical hair-stroking gestures - and the guards
part I - Friday's Story by sunshinegypsy, literature
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part I - Friday's Story
"Her name is Eve," your mother said, as if that would explain everything. For her it probably did. Evie, your brother called you, but then he obviously didn't have the female instinct for danger. That was where it ended. No one would explain the rest who you were or, more importantly, where you were. I was a cautiously successful artist and you were notorious, if you knew who to ask, for your subtly erotic poetry. Lesbian poetry. I knew who to ask.
"I want to find her," I said to your editor and she twirled her red pen thoughtfully. Red, red, the colour of Eve, my brain whispered, and I knew I was on to something.
I imagined
part II - Eve's Story by sunshinegypsy, literature
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part II - Eve's Story
Sometimes I dream true things and sometimes I dream you. In the childhood sense of truth and lies, you are the most dishonest things I know. But you are the biggest truth in my life. Your existence is the truest thing I know.
"Lead us not into temptation."
The first words I remember hearing and understanding were in my mother's slow voice, above my head in the dark.
"Deliver us from evil."
Evil I knew. It lived under my bed and when she left the room in a righteous fever, forgetting to turn the blue nightlight on, it crawled out and sat quietly on my feet. It never did anything, but even then I knew that the ones who don't leave evid