Conversation

Leading up to this, we had 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15 and 16. This week's Thursday Prompt, then, from Poetigress was the phrase "one summer night."

     I had no plan.  No plan at all.  And that was something I 

never did.  Never.  It was the sort of thing that could get a 

guy like me killed.

     Plunge forward too fast or turn on a whim, let my attention 

wander through one inattentive moment, and BAM!  There I'd be, 

stretched out on the sidewalk, the chair tipped over beside me, 

one wheel still spinning, the other crushed or twisted from the 

impact.  Some days, I could roll around the neighborhood for 

hours without seeing anyone; if I took a spill on some of these 

streets, I could maybe lay there till sundown before anyone 

noticed.

     So hying off without thinking, without daring to think in 

this case--don't think about where you're headed; don't think 

about what you're planning to do; don't think about the squirrel 

tucked up warm and trembling in the inside pocket of your 

jacket--it was like nothing I'd ever felt before.  Like in one 

of those nature shows where the young penguins're standing on 

the ice cliffs staring down at the ocean before their first 

dive.  Or maybe more like a lemming in the same situation...

Half the Day is Night, Chapter 12

Prologue ; Chapter 1 ; Chapter 2 ; Chapter 3 ; Chapter 4 ; Chapter 5

Chapter 6 ; Chapter 7 ; Chapter 8 ; Chapter 9 ; Chapter 10

Chapter 11

     The story made Rainbow Dash shout "What??" more than a 

few more times, and by the time Rarity got to the part about 

her and Ory Stargazer kissing, Dash wasn't the only one.

     "What??"  Twilight's mane seemed to be standing on end.  

"Ory??  But he's...he's--!"

     "Such a gentlecolt!" Rarity breathed.  "I always dreamed 

of coming to Canterlot and meeting a prince, but, well, Ory 

was going to be Night Minister, and that's nearly the same 

thing."  She sighed, a blush lighting her cheeks, and Dash 

couldn't help remembering her own blush earlier in the Citadel 

garden with Captain Destrier.

     Which made her clear her throat.  "I think you're missing 

the point here, Rarity!  Somepony just tried to kill you!"

     Rarity rolled her eyes.  "Well, yes, if you want to dwell 

on the more unpleasant aspects of the evening..."

Partners

Earlier, we had 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14 and 15. And now we have the 16th installment in the adventures around the neighborhood inspired by the Thursday Prompt over at Poetigress's place. This week's was "the promise."

     "So much sadness," a little voice in the tree above me 

said, and Serena dropped into my lap, her whiskers jittering 

and her ears folded down.

     It startled me, running across her this far into the 

neighborhood on a sunny afternoon, and rising onto her hind 

legs, she leaned against my chest, reached a front paw up, 

patted my chin gently, and repeated it: "So much sadness, Mr. 

Augie."

Never the Twain

The 15th in this series I'm doing based on the Thursday Prompts from Poetigress. The previous installments are as follows: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13 and 14.

     "He looks so life-like," the crow's rough voice said 

quietly from the windowsill above my bed, but I refused to open 

my eyes, refused to make any sort of acknowledgement that I'd 

heard him.

     "Yes," El Brujo said, her voice also coming from the 

windowsill.  "Not at all as pasty and unpleasant as 

usual."

     Jefe laughed scratchy as claws on slate.  "Moping becomes 

him?"

     "Very much so.  He's never quite as radiant as when he's 

feeling sorry for himself."