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FTP: Fuck the prompt. Fuck rules. Fuck the chains that bind your thoughts together, The chains that lock your dreams into solitary confinement Where no one can hear them. Do not fear them. Stop sliding brain food through the small slot in the door. Fuck the prison-industrial complex of your brain. Free your treacherous thoughts. Let the crazed ideas roam free. Let the spiritual Akashic animal inside grab your bones And spur you forward, Ready to kick the new day's ass. Torch the prompt to cinders. Dance on its fucking ashes.

Great Pecs-pectations  by Dubs Rewatcher  Great Pecs-pectations I’m gonna be even stronger than you when I grow up, Dad! Heh, I hope so, kiddo! Sitting on a ragged chunk of cloud high above Whitetail Woods, Rainbow Dash scowled. The words, the voices—they flitted around her brain, crashing through her synapses and forcing her mind to replay the scene over and over again. With a vicious thrash of her head, she attempted to shake the thoughts away, but as soon as her eyes drifted back to the scene below her, the words just returned, louder than ever. On the ground below, in a large clearing in the middle of the forest, dozens o

Bring the House Down  by Dubs Rewatcher  Bring the House Down “Yea, yea, yea, ‘cuz we’re all awesome as we wanna be!” Rainbow Dash shredded through the finale, her heart beating so fast it hurt. The sound of her guitar ripped through the air, shaking the stage like an earthquake. She managed to get in two seconds of intense headbanging before the rest of the band faded out and she ended her riff on an echoing high note. Covered in sweat, she leaped forward and ripped the microphone out of its stand. “We’re the Rainbooms!” she screamed, voice cracking. “Thank you and good night!” She cl

"Dreams--what are they?" Leanor Putnam let out an alcohol-soaked breath and laid her empty glass on the counter. Her eyes were lined with deep, gray circles, and strands of black hair trailed down her neck in clumps. Behind the counter, the bartender shot her a sideways look, starting to polish his glass the least bit quicker. "You gonna be alright?" he asked. Leanor did not respond. The bartender growled and walked away. She closed her eyes and clenched her teeth, biting down the sadness welling up in her throat. Truly, dreams--no, no more. Not dreams. Prayers. *bzzzz* Her eyes shot open. Her thoughts all slowed as she watched a jellyfi

621.45 I was placed here at noon by a vengeful goddess. She called herself Mrs. Palmieri back then. Gloria J. Palmieri, a thirty-year veteran of the Baltimore County school system, And the most beautiful woman I had ever met. That wretched siren, Not a day went by without thin streaks of dust traipsing along her mottled palms, Only to be washed away with every new day, And replaced just as quickly. She knew how to control the change—how to bend it to her will. Her long, blue skirts always carried the smell of ripe strawberries, For her mind was a field more fertile than any seen before, And her brilliance stretched for miles. She humme

There's a First Time for Everything  by Dubs Rewatcher The clock was just approaching noon when Pinkie Pie sat down in front of her bedroom window, a bucket of raw cookie dough at her side. She tore off a chunk of the dough and threw it into her gaping maw before leaning forward and jamming her face up against the glass. From her place on the top floor of Sugarcube Corner, she gazed down at the street below. It was Hearts and Hooves Day, which meant only one thing to Pinkie: everything was about to get super-duper adorable. Pinkie cooed as she watched Lyra stumble up to her marefriend, Bon Bon, and shakily hoof her a bouquet of lilies, only

Cinderella has a secret: She doesn't like Prince Charming very much. In fact, she— Well, she doesn't want to use the word "hate," Because she's been working on not using that word anymore, Because words like that don't help anyone. But it's hard not to, Especially when Prince Charming keeps making all those comments about how pretty she was On the night of the Ball Or when he stays out until sunrise with Godmother knows who. She tries to talk to him, But when they're together all he can talk about Is how many babies they "need to have" Because they "need to continue the bloodline!" And what will his fellow nobles think if they don't ha

No experiences No experiences No experiences could have prepared you for this. Your heart throws itself off of a moving boat Into the freezing, quaking seas below. Your brain, your bones, your nervous system follow soon after One by one slipping into those waters And all because you need a breath of fresh air. All because you saw Him standing on the shore. That man Limbs scarred Eyes burning just as brightly As the day they stood by and watched Him bleed to death. There He stands in peaceful rebellion. An inferno in a world of ice. A funeral pyre to give you life. Yet no experiences could have warned you That the water you thought would bri