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MuerteUna vez soñé con la muerte. Se veía como un enorme espacio lleno de nada, pero estoy bastante segura de que era más pequeño de lo que parecía. No era un vacío, pero realmente no había nada ni nadie aparte de mí. Estaba encogida, abrazando mis rodillas, sólo flotando, gentil, lentamente, sintiendo nada. Sin necesidad de respirar (no importaba cuánto me gustase), sin deseo de abrir los ojos. No pensaba en cómo mi cabello no se movía como debe ser, o cómo estaba vestida sólo con una bata, sin el frío que me abrumara. Más o menos, no estaba pensando, en lo absolu
DeathI dreamt once about death. It seemed like a huge space of nothingness, but I'm pretty sure that it was smaller than it looked. It was nothing like a void, but there really was nothing, and no one besides me. I was crawled, holding my knees, just floating, gently, slowly, feeling nothing. Not a need for breathing (it didn't matter how much I enjoy it), not a desire to open my eyes. I didn't think of how my hair wasn't moving as it's supposed to, or how I was only in robes with no cold overwhelming me. Pretty much, I wasn't thinking at all. I think there was no need to.
It wasn't like I didn't feel anything anymore, though. I could recall each
BailoutThis work of fan fiction contains characters, ideas, situations, and places found in the Hasbro Studios series "My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic". No infringement of copyright is implied by this work of satire and parody, and this work is meant as a celebration of the people involved in the creation, development, and production of the series.
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Ponyville City Hall Fixture
Sweet Apple Acres Farm and Marina
Dear Mayor Mare,
It was wit' no small amount of disappointment that we received yer' newest letter o' sympathy, madam mayor. While yer' elocution wa
JoyceHaving kicked the man in the balls and relieved him of his belongings, Joyce wasn't quite sure what to do next. She could run, but he might come after her the next minute. If she tied him up here, in the middle of nowhere, he might be eaten by wolves; or starve to death. Besides, she didn't have any rope. She could kill him... perhaps. The thought left a bitter taste in her mouth.
'What am I to do with you?' she sighed.
'Well,' he groaned while giving her a look that sent shivers down her spine, 'You can run, but that won't help you, cause I will find you! So you just wait another few minutes until I get back up again - and I mean úp- and t
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