Create Your My Little Pony Novels & Stories

I'm not a fan of pink; I just love black because it goes with everything. The room is enormous, probably bigger than the house I used to live in. Everywhere I turn, I see toys and dolls-seriously, do these people see me as a five-year-old? Rolling my eyes, I stood up from the bed, letting out a big yawn as I scratched my head. My eyes landed on the big mirror before I pouted. "Why did they have to change my clothes to pink?" I asked myself before releasing a deep breath. "This is going to be harder than I thought," I continued as I surveyed the Barbie doll room; it's literally like a dollhouse.

Their shrieks of laughter mingled with the sizzle of the pancakes and the clinking of mugs. Eight year Lily, Susan’s eldest, was carefully arranging tiny plastic reindeer on the windowsill. Her younger brother, six-year-old Tom, was attempting, with limited success, to build a tower out of pancake batter. Baby Ellie , was gurgling contentedly, clutching a bright red ball. Across the room, Carolyn’s children, ten-year-old Chloe, seven-year-old Ben, and Asher were engaged in a boisterous game of hide-and-seek.

"Dylan!!!!!!!!!" My mum shouts from downstairs ,I jump down, we are werewolves and I got my wolf when I was fifteen. Today is the day I get to find my mate but,my mum is more excited about it than I am,cause what if my mate isn't my type of girl, okay comon!!! I really have to love one person because the moon goddess said so? ,This is the 21st century!!, Oh well I eat my breakfast as I watch my parents playfully bicker I got my dad's

Her father's words only made Eleven speechless, her eyes began to tremble and slowly tears flowed down her cheeks. She never thought her father could say that to her, the only daughter she had. Eleven couldn't do anything at that time, her father was quite big and tall. Eleven, who is only 16 years old, has a small body, even though she is tall among her friends, her body is well-proportioned, her face is small with thick eyebrows, beautiful eyes and plump red lips, her rosie cheeks also make her face look perfect. Her honey brown hair looks beautiful framing Eleven's tiny face. When her father put his hand on Eleven's cheek, she could feel the warmth of his father's hand, but there was also

It was my own. I decided to write her a letter using a pen and paper. I found some nice cot- ton stationery in my office and took the book with me. Simba flickered his fins from the aquarium when I walked up, always expecting a treat. I am a sucker for begging animals, so I dropped in a frozen krill and watched him devour it. "She loves you, Simba. Maybe if I tell her that you are pining and off your feed she'll come back." So I was talking to fish now. How in the hell had I got to this lowly point? I ignored the urge for a cigarette, washed my hands and sat down to write. Brynne.

I sighed heavily, the weight of our endeavor pressing down on me. Alex quickly interjected, aiming to alleviate my concerns. "But this time, you don't need to do anything except watch movies." "What?" I blurted out, confusion and skepticism mingling in my voice. Within the hour, I found myself stepping into a virtual world alongside Alex. He introduced me to a new, small dragon, a creature of the digital realm. "This is the subconscious artificial intelligence I've just created, named Suba," he explained, a hint of pride in his voice.

“She’s turning three. We bought her the My Little Pony super deluxe stable, complete with two limited edition ponies. It was on her birthday registry.” Dillon shook his head. “I still can’t believe parents actually create registries for a child’s birthday,” he mused. “Yeah, it’s pretty surreal, but that’s just the way it’s done I guess,” I agreed with Dillon. With a twin in each hand, we entered the building. True to form, it was a mad house. Children of varying ages from babies to five year olds were running every which way, with parents chasing after them with outstretched arms.

Let's see now if he can fulfill my wish) He really kept me waiting. Honestly that explanation was bad but the keyword here is imagination. In other words I just have to picture an anime scene, a Gate and a cool creature. Let's see how this goes. I close my eyes and picture a scene then picture a gate and make a wish and then picture a creature.. wait what creature should I pick? I have too many cool monsters in my head. What should I do? A dragon? A Phoenix? A golem? Ah I can't think. All those creatures are cool. Ah this is a failure guess. I will think things through before I do this again. So I open my eyes and give up.

Of course, Lauren choose the second option as any reasonable person will do the same God "So you choose the second option, good". Suddenly a screen appears in front of Lauren, he looks at the screen and realize that he can make his body the way he wants it to be, seeing this he becomes happy and start shaping his body, he chooses a slender muscular body with a little tan skin but not too much, he set his age at 18, height 6 feet, red eyes, black hair and made his little brother 9 inches, after that there was a section of starter pokemon he browse through it and select Chimchar because he really liked it final evolution and its blaze ability, after he finishes designing everything he looked a

he asked, dangerously quiet. "You heard me." I didn't back down. The adrenaline was running hot through my blood, overriding every instinct that told me to shut up. "You act like this rich, unreachable prodigy, but the second Marcus barked today, you flinched. You let him parade me around like a charity case, and now you’re going to let him turn our design into another soul-crushing glass mall just so you can keep your inheritance!"