Sweet NightmaresSweet Nightmares by LegendofFullmetal
A Pitch x Reader Oneshot
The room is dark. Blackness taints the walls, creeping over everything, blanketing all things in a dark shroud. The dresser. The desk. The nightstand. The bed. Clothes, a backpack, and other miscellaneous items dotting the floor are lost entirely to the void.
The only light in the room comes from the bed, casting an eerie bluish glow on the wall behind. It fights the darkness around it, refusing to give way as the thin, spindly fingers grope at it, longing to consume it and claim its vibrancy for its own. A shadow sits towards the middle of this light, a silhouette of a head and shoulders within a light blue frame.
You shift a little, bringing your tingling leg out from underneath you, struggling to keep your laptop upon your legs. You readjust the pillow at your back, the blankets beneath you scrunching up as a result of your movement. Your bed creaks a little in protest.
You exhale as you settle back down.
You inadvertently glance at your window. You c
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"Dear Diary?" How cliché can I get? I've never been big on the idea of diaries. What do you write on normal days? "Dear Diary, today I ate hay, worked, and went back to bed. Hay was yellow, bed was soft."
No, not going to happen. I'm only doing this because Helperton gave me this little pocket journal. When I told him my opinion of daily diaries, he said just to use it to record interesting things that happen, smashing ideas that come to my head, or good events that make a day a little better. On a terrible day, then, I can page back and recall better moments.
Which I guess is a good idea. At least it'll help me keep my end of the E.E. organized.
Until next time, Diary. Presuming I don't put you in a drawer and forget you. Wait, why am I bidding farewell to an inanimate book? Ah, well.
PS: "E.E." stands for Egalitarian Equestrians. It's a group of oh, nevermind. Maybe next time
Balcony Love"Tell me."Balcony Love by Blacko1
"Tell you what?"
A sigh into the night.
"How much I mean to you?"
"More then the worlds or my title..."
"Aww come on! You really should give me more time to work with."
Blonde manes in the wind.
"I'm sure you do. I've seen you 'improvise'."
Blue eyes shifting from door to mare.
"Not this again."
"Yes this again."
A deep, long sigh from the stallion.
"You look so cute when flusterd."
White on red. The blue eyes narrow.
"Oh harr, harr..."
"Come here, you silly pony."
Hooves reaching for his, the moon shines brightly on orange. White against Orange.
"How come you are so soft? I mean, you are always busy.."
"Can't a girl be strong and attentive to looks alike?"
"Pear and mango-"
"Don't say it."
She fixed him a half-lidded stare.
A giggle rang over the balcony and into the night. It sounded like a choir to him.
"You are one silly pony."
The white one puffed his chest out.
"What can I say? One needs to be good at -