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    Monochromatic

    Stories 102
    Chapters 268
    Words 1.2 M
    Comments 1,249
    Reading 4 days, 5 hours4 d, 5 h
    • The Reunion at the Castle

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      by Monochromatic Canterlot Castle had been closed for the day.  This was, as far as Rarity understood, a very rare occurrence. Canterlot Castle was seldom closed, its doors open to any and all at any time of the day, a safe haven for anypony who might need it. In fact, until that very day, the last time it had closed was during the still-talked-about time when a dragon visited Princess Denza.  “Must be serious,” they had all thought then and thought the same on this occasion. “Must be bad?” they…
    • when one is sick, one goes to the forest to die

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      by Monochromatic If the four kingdoms had a single thing in common, it was this:  When a pony was sick or dying of a disease that could not be cured, they were to travel to the forest in the middle of the four territories alone to die. Good medical care was rare and expensive, and it was simply not worth risking everypony else.So, young or old, noble or not, if you were sick and could not be cured, you had to go.  This had been the way for as long as anypony alive remembered.  Allegedly, a creature…
    • III. #DE4C8A [1st Draft / Supporter Locked]

      by Monochromatic If her conversation with Rarity at the boutique helped in any way, Twilight sure didn’t feel like it. If anything, it seemed to have made things worse.  The weeks after, at the train station, Twilight noticed Rarity seemed much more preoccupied with conversing with her friend than actually searching for her ‘soulmate’, if she even went to the train station at all. More often than not, it seemed, the unicorn would change course last minute, insisting Twilight and she go do something else…
    • I. #B2FFFF [1st Draft / Supporter Locked]

      by Monochromatic It was common knowledge that ponies could only see in shades of gray. Color would only enter their world the day they met their soulmate, the one being that, so everyone knew, they were destined to be with for the rest of their life. A pony’s perfect match, more than anypony else in the entire world. “One day, Twilight. One day, I shall find him, and everything will fall into place.” Every day, usually at around noon, Rarity the unicorn would sit down at a bench in Ponyville’s train station…
    • II. #CCCCFF [1st Draft / Supporter Locked]

      by Monochromatic Twilight wasn’t one to worry.  Alright, that was a lie. Twilight Sparkle was one to constantly worry, which is why she made sure that her entire life functioned according to her checklists and schedules, but she liked to believe she wasn’t as much of a worrywart as she’d been when she first arrived to Ponyville.  Which was why, when she arrived at the train station the next day, she was surprised (not worried, definitely not worried) to find Rarity wasn’t there.  It wasn’t…
    • The Hollow Shades Conspiracy

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      by Monochromatic For the first time in centuries, or perhaps even since its founding, the town of Hollow Shades closed its doors to visitors. Dozens and dozens of royal guards were posted around the town’s forested entrances, politely keeping outsiders out and explaining that the large domed barrier visible for miles was currently being investigated.  Thank you for understanding, they’d say. Everything is fine. Hollow Shades will be open to visitors soon.  Ordinarily, a statement of this sort would…
    • deep in the Everfree Forest

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      by Monochromatic Snow Star had never been to the Everfree Forest before.  Truthfully, the majority of Ponyville had never dared venture into the Everfree Forest, period, repelled both by the timberwolves lurking in its depths and, if it was true, the latent magic of a terrible, terrible beast.  But, well… That was a thing of the past. Or the present, all things considered.  When she’d left for school that morning, her mother asked her if she’d slept well. The teen nodded, saying she had, which…
    • Of Bridges and Buses

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      by Monochromatic We are all stories in the end.  Your heart will stop, your breath will cease, your flesh will rot, but your story? It will live on and on, in the memories of those around you, in the dozens upon dozens of little echoes you left in your old apartment, in the corner of the local bar, in the scars you left while living on Earth.  Two people sit at a bus stop. What they look like isn’t important. Neither are their names.  The one on the left holds a paper in their left hand, the thin…
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