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My Little Creepypasta pt3.My Little Creepypasta
"Come on then, Pinkie. Let's hear this super scary story of yours," said Rainbow Dash, with a hint of sarcasm in her voice.
The pink pony grinned: "Alright! Here we go!"
It was a beautiful sunny day in Equestria and Rainbow Dash was still alive.
She loved being alive, because it meant she could do loads of really neat tricks like that one where she zips really close to the ground then POW! she zooms right up again, or that one where she spins round and round and goes wee-ooh wee-ooh wee-ooh.
She had a fun morning practising her skills, then remembered she was supposed to be meeting her bestest buddy Pinkie Pie that afternoon. So she flew off into Ponyville, where the pink pony was waiting for her outside Sugarcube Corner.
"Dashie! You made it! Yay!" she squealed, joyously bouncing into the air, "Oh, we're gonna have so much fun today! I've got the oven ready and I've brought all of my equipment up from the cellar."
Rainbow Dash was a little
My Little Creepypasta pt1.My Little Creepypasta
It was a cloudless autumn night. The stars shone brightly, clearly defined in the dark sky above Ponyville as midnight drew ever nearer.
The town itself was quiet. Most of its population was already asleep, except for those unlucky enough to have to work the late shift. Two bakers, husband and wife, were putting the finishing touches to a large order that had to be shipped to Canterlot early the next morning.
Apart from that, everypony had retired to bed the only other lights in town were coming from the lower windows of Twilight Sparkle's library, where she was hosting her second ever slumber party with her five closest friends.
They were giggling at the expense of Rainbow Dash, who had fallen prey to one of Rarity's famous makeovers her colourful hair had been styled into bangs and she was wearing a frilly white dress.
"Ugh! I don't see why you had to dress me up like this," she snorted.
"Sorry Rainbow, but we have to stick to the rul
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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