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Fluttergift [Part 2]Leah could feel the tears falling down her cheeks. What is this pony doing here? WHY is it here?! Why isn’t it in ponyville with the rest of the ponies?
She looked closer at the pony. It looked like Fluttershy, but it was smaller. The pink mane was shorter, and it was thinner. It was so adorable, too. It had to be Fluttershy.
“Hi” Leah whispered. Fluttershy tried to hide in the leaves again.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Fluttershy…” said Leah again. Fluttershy stopped hiding and looked up at her. She was shivering.
“Are you cold?” Leah asked. Fluttershy nodded. It’s amazing that she can actually understand her. Leah tried to lift her up, but failed. Fluttershy was too scared to be lifted up.
“Hide in my bag, and I will bring you home. You can get some warm milk and a carrot there!” Fluttershy nodded again, and tried to hide in the bag. The bag was pretty small for a pony like her.
When they arrived at h
Fluttergift [Part 1]It was a cold autumn morning. The cold autumn wind flew trough Leah’s brown hair. She loved this time of the year. Everything turned so colorful, even the leaves on the trees. They turned golden and red. Leah loved when the leaves changed their colors.
People avoided Leah. They thought she was too shy. She was a pretty big crybaby, too. She was bullied for years, until the school ended. She is almost 19 years old, and she lives with her mother.
“Mother,” she whispered to herself.
Her mother was crazy. Sometimes she didn’t even remember you. She thought that you were someone else… That you were her mother…
And she used to giggle like a little girl, too… It was so silly how an old woman could giggle like a little schoolgirl… And it was pretty cute, too.
Suddenly, Leah tripped in something hiding between the leaves. She fell down, and heard a little squeak. She got a little shock. What was that?! Leah tried to find som
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
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