Gaming Comics?

Hey, y’all! Sorry I haven’t posted in a few days; I spent the weekend at Amber’s house. I’m back now.
So, I haven’t gotten a single post suggestion, so I decided to become ~independent~ and come up with my own ideas. What would my readers think about a comic, drawn by me, about gaming adventures and crud like that? I could do stories, I could cross over video games, or I could make them instructional; tell me your ideas in the comments.
But, in the meantime, please vote on this poll.

Thanks for your feedback!! :^)

The Do’s and Don’t’s of Story Beginnings

Hey, guys, and welcome to another Tween Fiction Girl post! Even though I’ve only ever finished two or three stories (GOOD stories, like the kind that other humans can read, that is) I’ve started to write many, many more than that. I have a whole folder on my computer devoted to stories and ideas. Even though few of these make it past Chapter 2, there’s one part that’s written in every book: the beginning.

While climaxes and action – maybe even endings – are way more fun to write, the beginning of the story may just be the most important part of every book or story that’s ever been written down. Every book is different, of course, but there’s a few things that every beginning must do.
– They must draw the reader into the story. If your beginning is stale or boring, the reader will struggle to get through it, and they’ll almost definitely lose hope and stop reading.
– They must give the reader necessary information about the premise of the story. Try to describe your main characters, but don’t go into TOO much detail; endless words about every thread of everything the character is wearing and every detail about every aspect of their body may be nice for you to imagine, but no one wants to read that. Don’t go into the extreme, either – give the reader some information about the surroundings of the main character, or it’ll be difficult to get into the mood of the book.
– They must introduce the mood of the story. Getting the reader to keep reading and telling them what’s happening around them is a great start, but giving them all the details of the world isn’t enough to get your story started. Tell them what they need to know about the story – the characters, the problem, the culture surrounding the setting. Is this a sad story, or a happy story? Scary, or funny? Make sure that’s clear early on.

Of course, beginnings can change. While you’re writing the rest of the story, all the beginning has to do is get you involved. As long as you won’t lose interest, it’s great. For now.

But, after the first draft of the story is written, you’ll likely want to go back and change it. Imagine it from the point of view of someone who’s just getting to know the world you’ve created. Is there information about the characters that doesn’t fit in with what the rest of the story says, or maybe it should be revealed later? Does it seem boring and droning, or does it leap into the action without enough setup at the beginning? If something seems wrong, fix it.

Of course, it’s not a good idea to jump straight from writing the ending of the book to writing the beginning. Let it sit for a little while first. If you’re still in the mood that writing the ending put you in, wait a little while. If your book starts out happy and winds up sad, you want to make sure that you’re capable of writing an actually happy beginning before jumping into it. Make sure the mood of your story flows, or the beginning will seem as out of place as it did if there were flaws in the actual writing of it.

As with any part of the story, make sure the grammar is accurate and readable. Vary the length of your sentences. Add some short ones here and there, or put a long one every paragraph or so. It’ll make the wording seem more natural and easy to understand, thus letting your reader get through it more easily.

If your story’s beginning meets these recommendations, then congratulations! You’re well on your way to writing the world’s next bestseller. Keep going!!

Remember, if you want to see a TFG post about a specific subject, you can always suggest one here. As always, thanks so much for reading!!!

~ Summer

Fiction Fridays #16: The AJ Story, Chapter 15

OH MY GOODNESS, I’m so sorry, guys!! I forgot to post yesterday’s Fiction Friday! Anyway, here it is. I’m leaving out the table of contents this time, since it’s pretty easy to find the other ones with that search bar up there. ^^^

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“Wait!”
The voice made them all jump. There was no one in the room with them except Peck and Crashing. It sounded like there was someone downstairs. A familiar someone.
Flora, Juniper, and Lucky, respectively, ran down the stairs and back into the large banquet room.
“Greely?”
“I need to speak with Peck.”
They moved over as the massive wolf went up the crystalline stairs. The light reflecting off of the walls hit his stormy gray fur and made him appear to glow.
“Greely? May I ask what you are doing in my palace?” said Peck with a hint of a challenge. Peck was one of the most dangerous warriors in Jamaa: her pretty, small outward appearance belied her belligerent temperament. She wasn’t a Lucky, but she was an absolutely incredible warrior when she had to be.
Five minutes later, they came down, accompanied by Crashing Cutestar.
“What is it?” said Juniper nervously. She was too soon relieved for any more bad news.
“Juniper, Flora, Lucky!” squealed Crashing. “I get to stay with you!”
“She is dear to me,” said Peck, a half-smile on her lips. “But I think it is for the best that she stays with the ones she loves.”
“You have my permission, as well,” said Greely. “Normally, I wouldn’t allow anything other than a wolf to stay with my servants, but…”
“Greely, you’re getting soft,” said Lucky with a grin. “Thanks, you two. We were gonna miss her a lot.”
“Our pleasure,” said Peck graciously.
Scooter and Fauna had stayed down in the banquet room, making sure the leftovers didn’t go to waste. Fauna, it turned out, had a taste for garlic bread.
“Scooter!” called Peck. “You can stay with me. I’ll tell your parents. They’ll be overjoyed that their little Bravescout is safe and sound again.”
Scooter said a quick goodbye to Fauna, then hopped over to where her Alpha was standing.
“Ready to go, Fauna?” said Flora.
“Ready,” said the little penguin cheerfully.
“There’s something odd about that one,” muttered Greely to Peck. “Those eyes…”

Flora, Juniper, Lucky, Crashing, and Fauna began their walk back home. Coral Canyons, where Peck’s palace was, wasn’t too close to their home, so it was a bit of a walk. They walked along the edge of Sarepia Forest, which led directly to their home.
“Crashing, what do you want to do when we get home?” said Fauna eagerly. “You can still play with me!”
Crashing and Fauna chatted vivaciously all the way to the residential side of Jamaa. They talked about everything they’d do together, now that they were staying for good. Fauna had no idea who her parents were, and sometime she’d have to either be adopted by a penguin or sent to Marco, but in the meantime she’d be staying with the wolves.
Juniper’s brow was creased as they neared their house.
“What?” said Lucky. “You look nervous.”
“Do you smell smoke?” said Juniper.
“I don’t smell anything,” said Fauna, tapping her beak. “Birds can’t smell.” Crashing giggled.
“No, I’m serious.”
“How much?” said Flora. “It could be a campfire, or it could be serious.”
“I don’t know. But there’s smoke.” Juniper looked around for any signs of a fire. “We need to hurry up and get home. It might be something bad, and we need to make sure it’s not a housefire.”
They jogged all the way to their house. “Look!” gasped Juniper.
Smoke was rising from the edge of Sarepia Forest. A bright flickering light was coming from the trees.
“Okay, there’s fire,” said Juniper, trying to sound as calm as possible. “We need to get down by the stream, but first we have to make sure everyone’s safe.”
“Everyone’s here,” said Lucky.
“Not everyone,” said Flora, her eyes wide. “It’s nearly midnight. Sparkle’s probably asleep.”
“You guys hurry down to the stream,” said Lucky. “I’ll get Sparkle.”
“Be safe,” said Juniper in a trembling voice as her golden sister ran down to the little cottage next to theirs.
“Do you think we’ll be okay?” said Fauna.
“We’ll be fine, honey,” Flora reassured her. “We’ll get down to the stream, and we’ll all be safe while we try to keep it back.”
“Do you see Lucky yet?” said Juniper once they were at the creek. She squinted. It was very dark.
“There!” A tall, fluffy black-and-green shape was following a smaller, lither gold one.
“Hurry!” called the blue wolf.
They all sat down on the bank of the river. Sparkle was shaking. Lucky didn’t look scared at all. She was shooting narrow glances at the encroaching light and fidgeting in the mud.
“We can’t just sit here!” she burst out after hardly thirty seconds.
“What can we do?” said Flora.
“Sparkle’s got a massive garden. Surely there’s a water hose somewhere!”
“There’s two on the back of the house,” said Sparkle timidly. “But be careful!”
“Careful is for cowards!” shouted Lucky, who was already halfway to Sparkle’s cottage.
“And that’s why my sister’s going to die young,” said Flora with a mix between fear and exasperation in her voice.
The fire was getting very close now. Lucky grabbed the end of the hose and ran toward the flames. She wasn’t going to let the fire get her neighbor’s house.
“Alright, guys, just stay here,” muttered Juniper. “Especially you, Crashing. And – FAUNA!”
The penguin had run away from the stream bank and was going toward where Lucky was blasting a hole in the wall of heat.
“Great Zios, Fauna! You’re going to get yourself killed!” Juniper screamed.
“Come on!” said Flora. “If an eight-year-old can stop it, we can, too. Sparkle, you stay here and watch Crashing.”
“With my life,” said Sparkle.
Flora and Juniper ran to join their sister. Flora grabbed the other hose, and Juniper grabbed the penguin.
“You are going to die if you try that!” said Juniper. “Come on. You’re going back with Sparkle and Crashing.”
“No! I want to help!”
“Fine, then! Go get your tail feathers burned off!” Of course, Fauna kept going.
“Lucky! Let me help!” Lucky tossed the water hose to Fauna, who caught it expertly and sprayed it at the fire.
“It’s too big,” said Flora. “We need help!”
Luckily for them, others had begun to notice the smoke rising from the forest. They could hear others shouting, see them pouring buckets of water onto the fire. “They’re getting it!” said Flora in relief.
The slight pause was all the heat needed. It surged forward and touched the side of Sparkle’s house.
“No!”
“Run!” cried Juniper. Even Lucky obeyed.
The four firefighters fled the scene as the fire engulfed the arctic wolf’s cottage. Flora looked behind her to make sure everyone had made it. Lucky, Juniper, and Fauna were running behind as fast as they could.
Let’s just hope it’s fast enough, prayed Flora.
“Ugh!”
“No! Fauna!” screamed Juniper.
Fauna tripped and fell, her face a picture of panic as she struggled to her feet. Juniper, Flora, and Lucky ran back to help their friend.
But it was too late.
Just as they began to run for the fallen animal, the flames surged forward and caught Fauna on the tail.

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Thanks for reading!! So sorry I didn’t post this yesterday!!

Summer

The (Incredible) Story of Our Faction

So Amber and I had the idea of starting a Minecraft faction for TFG’s followers. You probably know this part of the story. We got on GotPvP and set up a faction. We built an underground base, but it was pretty measly – a dirt block with some chests in the corner. Not exactly raid-proof, even though we did have quite a few resources, including half a stack of coal and some cocoa beans Amber found. Sure enough, two days later, I got back on and it was blown up. So I got ahold of Amber and we turned our square of territory into a skybase. We built a wall around it, started a tree farm, and even had a cobblestone generator, which was a bit overkill since it was pretty easy to go down and mine it legitimately. We became familiar with the territory
One day, we killed a member of another faction and he got mad. He teleported a bunch of his faction members in and started attacking. We were forced to use Amber’s /wilderness command to get somewhere away from our base.
We ended up in the middle of some snowy mountains. We started gathering snowballs with the intention of knocking them off the skybase and killing them with fall damage. I was getting worried that we would have to abandon camp and start over in the mountains. Amber firmly stated that we were going to fight for our territory. We ended up wandering around, looking for resources, for two Minecraft days. We found ourselves in the middle of an unclaimed faction village that looked like it had been raided once already. It looked like it used to be a beautiful village, with multiple houses, a water supply, and even a memorial for a sheep named Carl. I was all for setting up base there, but at Amber’s insistence we went back home. The enemy faction had already left, and we started thinking we had a victory.
Then my computer flunked out and I couldn’t play Minecraft anymore. When it was fixed, I got back onto the server to discover that the enemy faction had taken over and destroyed our base. Amber and I fled to the village we’d found earlier. We began redoing the burned-out settlement, fixing the broken houses, laying new roads, planting farms, and basically bringing the place back to life. In two weeks, we had a fully functional village with beautiful houses (all but two of which remain unoccupied). We fixed it all up, ready for more people to join.
I wanted to make our village even nicer, so I went outside the walls to find resources that we couldn’t get within the boundaries. I journeyed through two mountain ranges, three forests, and a desert when Amber decided to join me. Together we went through over the course of three real days – not three days straight, obviously – and, to name a few things, we found some mossy cobblestone, cocoa, and a whole bunch of 1×1 towers going straight up.
Amber was back at the base dumping some of the resources back into the chests when I came across a lilac and a rose bush. I decided to collect them to decorate some of the houses back at home, so I tried to break them. On my screen was the message “You cannot break in the territory of deadjoy”. I was going to warn Amber that we were in someone else’s territory when I realized that the name was familiar. I ventured a little further into the forest and found two more 1×1 towers, or “noob towers” as Amber and I like to call them, and a pillar of water streaming down from them. But these weren’t any noob towers. They both led to a stone platform, and I recognized it instantly. It was our old base.
Now, let’s get something straight. If each Minecraft block is 2 meters, then there’s enough surface area in one Minecraft world to make a real-sized replica of Planet Earth seven times. So the chances of us finding our old base while wandering around randomly? Microscopic.
So now we’re reclaiming our old base and wondering what to do with it. We don’t have an especially populated faction – well, actually, it’s just me and her – but I’m all for keeping it as a way to say “Hey, look, I beat the odds of about a million to one and found something I built a month ago!” If you want to join the faction, comment your username either here or in the “TFG Minecraft Faction” page in the menu bar. We need help to grow and stay alive.

Thanks for reading! I hope this was interesting!!

Summer 😀

P.S. The Carl the Sheep Memorial is still there. We use it for material storage now. Baa.

~Secrets of Equestria, Part 1~

This is a special for my friend coming over. Two or three years ago, we made a movie with her toy horses called Secrets of Equestria. Admittedly, it was about the dorkiest story I’ve ever taken part in writing, but the story could have been decent with a little revising, and I just can’t bring myself to scrap it. I was going to post the entire thing, but I realized it’s more than fifty pages with tiny font, so I’ll just be posting a little bit at a time.

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Cinnie, resident stallion of Equestria Square, neighed in happiness at the loveliness of the fresh morning air. “Today is so beautiful, isn’t it?” he sang.
“Yes it is,” a young filly said, giving her head a little shake. “It’s perfect for, well, a Rose. Like me.”
“And look at my tail. It’s blowing in the wind. Blowing, blowing, blowing, blowing, blowing…” He galloped in circles. Rose giggled. “I love love love love love, love love…” Cinnie sang to nobody in particular.
“Oh, hello, Spirit!” said Rose over Cinnie, who was still singing, “Love, love, love, love love”.
“Hey, Rose,” said Spirit, a big buckskin stallion. “Do you want to go to Apple Jack over there and tell her that the apples are ready?” He tipped his head to a young gold-brown mare who was chatting with another horse a few yards away.
“Oh, that would be great!” said Rose cheerfully. “Hey, AJ, you know the apples are ready, doncha?”
“Oh yes,” said Apple Jack, nodding, as Spirit trotted away to one of the barns of Equestria. “I was just about to go pick them.” She walked over a few yards over to her barn, and there was a smack as she kicked the tree to knock them down. “Isn’t that a beautiful bunch of apples?” she said cheerfully, with a little hop.
“Very nice,” said Rose, nodding.
“I know!” said Apple Jack. “They’re so red this year.”
“I see you’ve been taking good care of them,” said Rose.
“Yep.”
“Hey, Rose,” said a young stallion, trotting over to them. He was brown with a beige mane. “Guess what?”
“What?” said Rose.
“Did you hear that Dakota, me…” he took a huge breath, “has a girlfriend?”
“Really?’ said Rose, politely surprised. “Hmm.”
“Yep, her name’s Ashley,” said Dakota. “Ashley, c’mere!”
“Huh, Ashley. That’s a nice name. Oh, hello.” Ashley had just cantered up to them. “Ooh, that’s a cool necklace.”
“Oh yes,” she said. “And look inside of it. It’s a ruby.” She opened her locket, showing them the beautiful ruby inside.
“The ruby of – ” Ashley began, but Rose interrupted her. “I just remembered something,” she said in a low voice.
“What?” said Dakota.
“I have to go,” said Rose. “Sorry. My mom wants me back for dinner early. Bye.”
“Okay,” said Dakota, and Rose left. “Oh, hey, Charlotte,” said Dakota.
“Hi,” said a brown mare, but she was interrupted by a voice coming from behind them.
“Oh, May, will you look at that lovely necklace,” it crooned.
Ashley and Dakota turned around. It was Fiona Prissy and her daughter May, the two snottiest horses in Equestria. They were both decked out in all kinds of charms, ribbons, and rings, and Fiona was wearing a saddle, something almost unheard of anywhere around Equestria. It was said to be invented by mythical creatures called humans.
“Don’t touch the necklace,” said Dakota defensively. “I gave it to her.”
“Why would I listen to you?” sneered May. “What’s wrong with that one hoof, anyway? It’s white. Yaach!”
“It’s white because it’s in my genetics,” retorted Dakota. “Oh, is your foot broken, or is that supposed to be fashion?”
“It’s fashion, silly,” said May. “Now get out of my face!”
“Get out of my face,” said Dakota.
“Leave him alone,” said Ashley.
“Oh, really,” snorted May. “And why am I supposed to listen to you?”
“May, shut it,” Fiona ordered. “That’s quite a pretty little thing you have around your neck.” She tweaked Ashley’s locket with one hoof.
“Oh, yes,” said Ashley aggressively. “And it has the ruby of get out of our way inside of it.”
“Oh, really,” jeered May. “Well it’s not working, ‘cause here I am.”
“Blah blah blah,” said Ashley loudly. “C’mon, Dakota. Let’s go.” They cantered off primly without a backward glance at the two rotten horses.
“Oh yeah?” said Fiona softly. “I’ll get that necklace if it’s the last thing I do.”
“Hmph,” said May irritably. “Come on, Mummy.”
Apple Jack, who had, unbeknownst to the Prissies, watching on the sidelines, snorted. “Man, they really like fashion,” she said. “Ha. That’s why I like apples.”
“Fashion’s okay,” said a young black mare named Sabrina Kayleen (although she went by Kayleen). “But, really? What’s the deal?”
Apple Jack left. Charlotte walked up to Kayleen. “Hi,” she said.
“Oh, hello,” said Kayleen.
“My name’s Charlotte. What’s your name?”
“My name is Kayleen,” said the black horse shyly. Kayleen was very skittish around people she didn’t know.
“Ooh, that’s a pretty name,” said Charlotte. “Are you new around here?”
“Yes, pretty new,” said Kayleen. “But I’ve already got a friend. His name is Romeo.”
“Romeo?” butted in Cinnie, who had been lollygagging around near the end of Equestria Square. “Doesn’t that guy come from the mountains?”
“Yeah, he does, but he’s just so delightful,” said Kayleen enthusiastically. “He’s always going away, though. I don’t know where he goes. I – ”
“Probably to the mountains to serve the Dragon Lord,” said Cinnie.
“Oh, you are just so paranoid,” said Kayleen with a frown. “He’s really nice. He’s really quite delightful.”
“That’s all you see in people, delight,” muttered Cinnie, stomping off.
“And all you see in people is war,” replied Kayleen scathingly when a tiny woof came from the ground below. There was a tiny puppy there.
“Oh, hello, sweetie,” crooned Kayleen. “Is everything okay, puppy? Aww, poor little guy. Come on, I’ll take you to my room.” Together, they walked off.
“I’m going back inside,” muttered Charlotte, and wandered off.
“Dee dee deedeedeedee dee dee dee, dee, dee dee deedeedeedee dee-dee-dee-dee! Dee dee deedee – ” sang a grayish-black horse named Drover. His eyes were as big as his hooves. He did not have a reputation for being particularly intelligent.
Spirit, who had been standing behind Drover, was nearly smacked by his flying storm-gray tail. “I really don’t see what that guy is for,” muttered Spirit to himself, and wandered off.

The sun had set, and around Equestria “goodnights” were floating around everywhere. “Goodnight,” said Spirit. “Goodnight,” said Cinnie. “Goodnight,” Dakota said, directed at Ashley. “Okay, Dakota. Goodnight,” said Ashley sleepily. “Goodn – ” Apple Jack started to say, already half asleep, but she was interrupted by an earth-shaking boom and a “ROAR!” that shook roofs! Neighs and snorts rang through the streets a pandemonium broke out in Equestria Square. “What was that?” yelled Cinnie. “What was that?” screamed Spirit. “Oh my goodness, that was so creepy!”
Suddenly there was another loud booming sound, like something falling on the floor, this time coming from the King’s Barn. “What was that?” cried Cinnie. Another voice came from the barn, but it was not that of the king. It was croaky, and punctuated by squawks like a bird’s. “Raak! Danger in the mountains! Don’t go, don’t go! Araak!”
“It’s a bird!” yelled a paint named Thunder. “Oh no. Here, little buddy.” He made to pick it up. “Oh, wait. You’re a girl, sorry.”
“What was that?” said Ashley. “I – oh, was it this bird?”
The bird began her feverish cries again. “Danger in the mountains! No one goes, no one goes! Reeakk!”
“What was that?’ said Dakota grumpily. “Who woke me up?”
“There’s something terrible in the mountains!” the bird said urgently. “Something terrible, terrible, terrible!”
“What?” said Ashley, almost screaming with impatience.
“I – I don’t speak of it,” croaked the bird.
“Tell us,” said Spirit firmly. “It might be important.”
“I need help first,” croaked the bird weakly.
“I’ll help you,” said Thunder’s sister, Sylvia. “So can Kayleen. Wait, where’s Kayleen, everyone?”
“Oh, no!” cried Charlotte. “Where’s Kayleen? Kayleen!”
“Kayleen!” yelled Sylvia.
“Kayleen!” they yelled together.
“Oh, no, where’s Kayleen?” groaned Charlotte.
“Kayleen!”
“Hey, don’t step on the bird!”
“Sorry, I can’t see. Where are you, Kayleen?’
“Hey, Kayleen!”
“Oh no, where’s Kayleen?”
The bird interrupted their frantic search for their black friend. “Awark, awark, I must warn you… Big monster… giant wings…”
“I’ll help you,” said Sylvia. “Here, get on my back.”
In the background, several horses were still crying for Kayleen when, at last, someone cried, “Hey, there’s Kayleen!”
“Kayleen!” said Dakota. “We have a bird. He fell in the barn.” It didn’t seem like Dakota cared much about the bird.
“Oh, you poor thing!” cried Kayleen. “King, will she be okay?”
“She’ll be alright,” said a voice, and the king stepped out of the barn.
“Oh, we were looking all over for you, Kayleen!” said Cinnie.
“Sorry, I almost tripped over the bird!” said Spirit.
“Oh, I am so sorry, you poor creature,” said Kayleen to the bird. It was several different colors, all of them shades of yellow, green, orange, or pink. She had a crest of scarlet feathers on her head.
“What in the world is going on over here?” said Apple Jack, swaying up from her pile of hay in her barn.
“I really don’t know,” said Kayleen, “but there’s a little bird here.”
“What’s going on?” said Apple Jack. “I heard a boom, a big roar – and then I woke up.”
“Oh, you poor thing, what’s your name?” said Kayleen sweetly to the bird.
“My name is Clementine,” said the bird. “You know, I’ve got a sister. I just don’t know where she is… oops, I mean brother. I’m just all… nnnh. After my fall I can’t tell what’s what.”
“Oh, go put him in a nest or something,” said Dakota carelessly, once again mistaking Clementine for a boy. “I’m gonna go try to find her brother.” He walked away back to his barn, grumbling about birds, loud noises, and the middle of the night.
“Come on,” said Rose gently, caressing the wounded bird in her hooves. “Kayleen and I will take good care of you.” She, along with Kayleen, walked off with Clementine towards Kayleen’s pasture.
“Raak!” said a voice. It wasn’t Clementine.
“I found him!” hollered Spirit.
“Reeeaa!” cried Clementine’s brother. He was breathing hard. “Where’s my sister?” he said.
“She’s very hurt,” said Sylvia, trotting back from Kayleen’s stable. “You are her brother, aren’t you? What’s your name?”
“Raaa,” said the bird. “My name’s Phoenix. I’m a Bird Warrior.”
“I can tell,” said Sylvia, sizing him up. He had a silvery white breastplate across his chest. He looked just like his sister, except he lacked the orange crest on top of his green and yellow head. “That’s a very fine breastplate you have. Who made it?”
“I did,” he replied proudly. “Raak. I gotta go. I am trying to find my sister.”
“Your sister is currently in our custody,” said Sylvia. “She’s very hurt, and she – ”
“Take her to me!” yelled Phoenix, abandoning all pretense of regality. His vivid feathers puffed up in aggression. “Take her – raak! That’s it! Raagh!” He tried to bite Sylvia’s hoof, but she stepped out of the way just in time. “Give me my sister!”
“Fine,” said Sylvia calmly. “Kayleen, give us the bird.”
“Okay,” yelled Kayleen.
She brought her over to where Phoenix was standing. “Clementine!” he yelled.
“Oh, Phoenix!” she said.
“What happened to your wing?” he said.
“Big monster,” said Clementine, “big wings… loud roar, attacked me.”
“Dragon!” Phoenix blurted out. “You were attacked by a dragon!”
In the distance, there was a faint sound of chimes as beautiful as a rainbow.
“Oh yes, I forgot to tell you guys, there’s a dragon in the mountains. There were a few black horses up there, and – ”
“Yeah, the dragon!” said Clementine with a shake of her head. The chimes sounded again. At this Phoenix flew off to perch on the roof of a building.
“Huhhhh,” said Apple Jack with a shiver. “I’m getting kind of cold.” Her teeth were chattering.
“Are you okay?” said Clementine.
“I do-do-do-don’t know,” stuttered Apple Jack.
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” said Clementine, but at that moment there was a whoosh, and Apple Jack changed.
“Oh my goodness!” gasped Phoenix. “Apple Jack!”
“What?” said Apple Jack confusedly.
“Apple Jack?” said Sylvia in wonder.
“What?” said Apple Jack again.
“Awark, awark!” said Clementine in a hushed voice. “It’s the one! The one that can destroy the dragon!”
“What?” Apple Jack said impatiently.
“Apple Jack!” gasped Rose, who had just come out of her barn, awakened by all the yelling outside.
“What? Tell me what!” said Apple Jack, almost screaming.
“You’re a…” Rose hesitated, seeming to be at a loss for words, “unicorn.”
“No, I’m not!” said Apple Jack, tossing her magnificently white, glittering head.
“’Course you are,” said Rose with a frown. “Here, look.” She held up a wooden mirror.
“Oh – oh my goodness,” said Apple Jack, stunned. “I’m a unicorn! No, no no no, I’m not the one to defeat the d-dragon… I didn’t even know I was a unicorn!”
“Awark, awark, It’s alright, it’s alright,” said Clementine. “You’re the one for sure. You’ve got magic. Try that horn.” Apple Jack was still breathing hard. “Try it, try it, fix my wing.”
Apple Jack was unsure of whether that was a good idea. “Uhhh… I’ll test it on him.”
“Me?” said Cinnie.
“Yeah, yeah, you.”
“Mmm… okay.”
“One… two… three…” There was a whoosh, and Cinnie disappeared.
“Oh no!” said Apple Jack. “He’s a hay bale!”
“Raak,” said Clementine thoughtfully. “Something went a bit wrong…”
“I’m sorry,” said Apple Jack in a panicky voice. “I just… I got nervous and I got hungry.”
“Raa,” said Clementine soothingly. “Apple Jack, Apple Jack. It’s okay, we all forgive you.”
“I don’t know how to turn him back!” said Apple Jack frantically.
“It’s okay,” Clementine was trying to say, but Apple Jack was pacing back and forth, saying to herself, “This is terrible!” over and over.
“It’s okay, we forgive you,” said Clementine patiently. “You can defeat the dragon for sure.”
“I’m getting kind of hot,” Apple Jack said. “I’m burning up…” She started panting.
“Apple Jack, are you sure you’re okay?” said Clementine.
There was yet another whoosh, and the real Apple Jack was out, tan body, reddish-brown mane, and no horn.
“Apple Jack,” said Clementine. “What happened?”
“What?” said Apple Jack.
“You’re not a unicorn anymore.”
“I’m not? But he’s still a hay – ”
“Bale. We know. Oh dear. Shall we call the King?” said Rose, cutting in.
“I don’t think the king has magic,” muttered Apple Jack.
“Oh yeah… but we need some HELP! EVERYBODY PANIC!” She screamed one long, piercing scream, running back and forth across the street. “Wait – it’s only one guy,” said Rose. “But he’s a hay bale…” With that she fell over in a dead faint.
“Dee dee dee deedeedeedee!” Drover hollered in the background. “Dee dee deeee…” He trailed off awkwardly when he realized no one was listening.
“A dragon? Really?” said Sylvia, walking over, and for the third time, chimes sounded from somewhere in the distance. Apple Jack started shivering again.
“Whoa! Apple Jack!” said Sylvia in awe.
“What?” said Apple Jack.
“You’re a unicorn again!”
“I am? Oh, I think I figured it out! Every time somebody says the word ‘dragon’ – ”
“Don’t say it,” Sylvia interrupted firmly. “Spell it. D-R-A-G-O-N.”
“Well, every time somebody says that, I turn into a unicorn! I’ve got it!”
“Well, we’d better hope you stay a unicorn, or that mountain monster’s going to stay,” said Clementine.
Just as she said that there was another earsplitting roar from the mountain that towered above the Equestria Square.
“Oh no, he’s back!” said Apple Jack.
“Come on, guys,” said Sylvia. “We’re going to the mountains. I’ve been thinking, and I think I’ve got a bone to pick with Romeo.”

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I know, it’s an insanely strange story. It was a horribly planned-out story, but my fiction life wouldn’t be complete without mentioning this one. Thanks for reading, even though I can imagine this story driving anyone nuts. Especially my friend’s mom.

Summer 😛

P.S. I’m pretty sure this is full of My Little Pony plagiarisms. I don’t claim to have thought of the names Equestria, Apple Jack, or any more that may pop up.