The Misadventures of Derpy Hooves
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The Greatest Day of Her Life Derpy delivers a package to the Everfree Forest. Things get way, way, WAY out of hoof. 12,835 words · 88 · 2
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A Nice Cup of Tea Derpy has to make a special delivery to Princess Celestia. Little does she know that before it's over with, she'll run afoul of pirates, question her own conscience, and even sit down to a nice cup of tea. 10,293 words · 42 · 1
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Change of Hearts Derpy doesn't care for Hearth's Warming, and this delivery for Chrysalis isn't helping, at all. The last thing she wants at this time of year is to examine her own heart, but faced with the changeling queen, how can she not? 13,325 words · 60 · 0
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Of Purple Dragons, Great and Small Spike still wonders who his real parents were. By coincidence, Derpy Hooves finds out, but the whole experience leaves her with a question: Does Spike need to know? 23,948 words · 46 · 2
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Ordinary Nightmares Princess Luna insists that Derpy's nightmares are ordinary. If that's so, why is one of them chasing her into the waking world? For that matter, why has the waking world's Ponyville turned into an evil version of itself!? 24,757 words · 23 · 1
Hey Mann, hope your still doing well.
Got into writing for a non-pony fan project and I can’t stress how much your writing and notes have influenced me.
I know I’ll probably never know what your new works are, and will probably never get to read them.
But I want you to know that what I have gotten to read has meant so much to me, and I want you to remember that whatever your writing now likely means just as much to someone else. Please, always change your style, keep growing and developing, but please never stop writing.
In any case, I hope above all that this message finds you well. I hope that one day, you will see if we are all well too.
Sincerely, Zolgo3
Now that my ventings are out of the way, how’s writing been? I still wanna hear how you’ve been doing since you’ve left, however vague the details might be!
I awake bound by the Branches of your Works. A dry gasp passes as your Bitting Thorns ensnare me again. Caustic ink flows into my veins and my heart and my mind; overflowing but never filling. I press for more, but the Thorns are gone.
I yearn for their embrace.
The sun sets. The Moon Unsetting passes over and through me, and I beg for freedom. Ambition fuels curiosity. Curiosity hungers. The stagnation that entombs my mind kindles like stone, but still the fire wars against it. I look without and within for freedom, but the Road is gone.
I burn for its creation.
The Stars blink as you pass overhead; unheard and unseen but not unfelt. Betrayal simmers within for a moment once more, before being cast back down to the Brambles below. Your Path rises beyond us, that much you made clear. It is by our own folly that we wait in hopes for a road to follow.
Still I wait for your Words, but I know they are gone.
I hunger for your return.