DamienandFlash

The Newbie  Have you ever had a dream that you've aspired towards all your life? Well I have. My name is Lightning, I'm a light and dark purple Pegasus whose coat is a patched combination of both aforementioned colors, and I have an indigo mane that sticks straight up, and blue eyes. And if you haven't guessed it yet, this is my story.  Let's start by going back to my foal-hood, back when my mother, Swift, told me about her time in a flight team called the Cloud Chasers. The thought enthralled me, and from that moment on I knew just what I wanted to do with my life; I wanted to fly on a team like mom, and I had already heard of the Wonder

  Have you ever felt so lonely you just feel like you'd burst into tears at any moment? I feel like that all the time. My name is Shino, I'm a magenta colored pegasus with a purple mane that has dark red streaks in it. And this is my story.  My parents are always fighting, tonight it's about my grades, I'm not doing very well in school... Honestly, I try, really. But it just doesn't seem worth it anymore. I go to my room and close the door, but I can still hear the yelling and screaming, will they ever stop?  I flop down onto my bed, tears rolling down my face. Because it's my fault. It's my fault they're fighting, it's my fault that it's

Acceptance (Or Lack There Of) Chapter One: Enter: AytFyvNynTu/Welcome to Ponyville!  Cold, cold inside and out, that's how I feel right now. The ones that I thought loved me called me a monster and chased me away. And now I'm somewhere in the Everfree Forest, it's raining, and it's very cold. Probably because it's autumn right now and the cold is starting to sink in.  As I trot through the forest, taking in the sight of the leaves on the trees as they turn dark red, orange, and gold. I place my right fore-hoof down and slip in a puddle, fall over, and splatter myself with mud. I push myself up and look at my reflection;  deep indigo eye

You're at school today, and during recess, you find yourself standing by a tree which a teenager who is slightly younger than you is sitting under. The courtyard in which recess is held isn't very large, but it can accommodate the thirty or so teens that are currently there. On three sides, there are entrances back inside the school. And on the forth is a chain link fence with a view of the street. The grass under your shoes is slightly damp. You look at this kid under the tree, he's sitting there, happily drawing in his notebook. You remember seeing him do this before countless times, and this time you want to know what exactly it is that h