First Breath After ComaIt was on a fleeting momentAseptic white wallsReappeared all around meSole companion to my earsAbsolute silencePale light shining through the windowMuch like sleeping beauty, I laySurroundedBy cold mechanical entitiesA sting in my left armSmelling the scent of nowhereSavouring pure absenceOf everything I had ever seenAnd then it came back, like a dreamA merry-go-roundPeople, faces, smilesSpring and summer daysSeemed so close, yet distantToo long had I been suspendedIn my sleep without nightmaresTo believe it was really coming to an end -Inhale, exhale, I won't forgetThe feeling of oxygen filling my lungsTrembleI wish I could be back on my feet right nowTorpor slowly fading awayReplaced by hunger and thirstAs I battle against my apathyI'm tired, so tiredBut the first step's been takenAnd I've never been more sureOf being awakeAll of my ribs ache, pain rages my bodyFrom top to toeAnd I'm glad of thisAwakeningFirst breath after coma.
Five Out of Five Ponies Who Read Drink TeaSpike walked into Mare Cranston's, a small, quiet building with a quaint wood motif and cozy lighting that gave just the right ambiance to its shelves, which were filled with a wide variety of teas both common and exotic. The shop was known for carrying obscure, unpopular, or otherwise difficult-to-find brands, and it was the only store in Canterlot- or, indeed, within a one-hundred mile radius of Ponyville- to sell Twilight's favorite tea, an odd blend called Old Grey whose taste would best be described as bookish if "bookish" were a word one could reasonably apply to beverages.Spike walked up to the shop's counter and waved at its cashier, a lanky colt with a dull orange coat. "Hey, Leaves. I'm just gonna grab a couple boxes of Old Grey, alright?""No can do, Spike," Tea Leaves said, shaking his head. "We're all sold out.""Sold out?" Spike said, giving the salescolt an incredulous look. "Don't be ridiculous. We both know I'm th
SigynSigyn and Loki wait in the damp twilit cave, listening to the eerie echoes of each poison drip and the sound of their own breathing. Sigyn holds a wooden bowl over Lokis face. Slowly, it fills with the venom of a snake coiled on the rock ceiling. When the bowl is brimming, Sigyn carries it away to empty into a rock basina fermenting pool of poison. Loki is left unguarded; he screws up his eyes. The snake does not wait. Its venom splashes on to Lokis face and in torment he shudders and writhes. He cannot escape, and the whole earth quakes in his struggles.Loki lies bound. That is how things are and how things will remain until the destined apocalypse: Ragnarök.One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: that word is love.SophoclesNever were sweeter words of love spoken by a silver tongue than when he realized that she deserved to leave himand that he didnt love her enough to let her go. And so he told her romantic