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Keep Pretending · FiM Minific ·
Organised by RogerDodger
Word limit 400–750
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Wallflower Blush bit into the muffin.

Man, that's some good muffin.

She kept eating the muffin until it was finished, then looked around to see that she was not at the park sitting on a bench, but in a forest sitting on a log.

She blinked, then sighed.

Well, I suppose this is what I get for accepting free food.

She stood up and walked in a direction.

I should probably be freaking out right now.

A breeze caressed her, causing her to reflexively hug herself so as to contain her warmth. She then pulled her phone out to check the temperature—she was positive it was supposed to be warm and sunny out today, and the cool wind seemed out of character.

Her phone wasn't cooperating, shifting size and shape in her hand and the screen cycling through fractaling colors. Wallflower put her phone away.

No use crying over spilled milk, she thought to herself as she kept ambling along. Besides, cool weather was better than the pounding heat that the weather forecast promised. Best not to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Speaking of horses, she stumbled upon the most curious creature: a… horse sort of thing with beige coloration, save for the mane and tail, which could only be described as shocks of red. She pursed her lips, then crept towards the thing.

The horse monster snapped its head in Wallflower's direction, giving her quite a frighten.

The two were locked onto each other.

“I'm Roseluck,” the fauxquine said, “and you must be the delivery pony.”

Wallflower's eyes widened. “... delivery?”

Roseluck nodded, then extended a hoof. As if she was beckoning Wallflower closer

Now, Wallflower might not be in the best situation, but she was pretty sure she wasn't supposed to be delivering anything. A thought leapt into her mind.

She reached into her pocket and pulled out a bank note, giving it a once-over to ensure it wasn't too valuable. She still couldn't read, so she hoped for the best and gave it to the Roseluck-beast.

Roseluck-ier accepted the money, perusing its details. She then looked to Wallflower.

“Thank you for the meal.”

R-stop then shoved the bill into her ear, which inflamed Wallflower. She moved to punish the creature for ingesting money aurally instead of orally, but the ground fell out from under her.

“Congratulations,” an unknown voice said, “you are the Princess of Poor Decisions.”

Falling, falling, she kept falling as, yes, at this point in time she'd have to agree with the mystery speaker. She probably should have just sat down and stayed where she was until whatever was going on blew over. She closed her eyes and then—

She opened them, which seemed to slowly fuzz her back onto the bench in the park where she was sitting, one muffin gone, another muffin still present next to her. Her previous venture weighed heavily on her mind.

She reached for the other muffin.
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Did the muffin have a label that said "eat me"? Because Wallflower may have ended up in Wonderland...
#2 · 1
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Uhh... ok? I... don't know what to think. And for some reason, I feel that was your goal...
#3 · 1
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Easy thing first: this is the second shortest story in the contest, but it still feels long to read. I think this is because a lot of your sentences are a similar length and follow the same single-clause S-V-O structure. The repetition really wears down on the reader's attention, because eventually the story begins to sound like a list of things that are happening.

As for the story itself, it was very disorienting and I really don't know what the payoff is supposed to be. Nothing struck me as particularly humorous, yet the presentation is clearly going for the ridiculous. Maybe it's because I'm just really tired right now, but I honestly have no idea what emotion the story is trying to evoke, other than confusion. This definitely succeeds at bewildering me, but not at entertaining me.
#4 · 1
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giving her quite a frighten

Doin her a bamboozle

Anyway. We get a fun wonderland ride with some really neat language tricks (changing up Roseluck's name constantly is fun!), but taking the story in the context of the title, I feel my expectations neither met nor subverted satisfactorily. We do get the "“Congratulations,” an unknown voice said, “you are the Princess of Poor Decisions.”" line, but without even a little wider context of who or what is doing the testing or why, I'm left feeling like I could really use a muffin.
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Ditto to Syeekoh. I really wish I'd had more time to review this week, because this was a very amusing bit of Carrollean head trippery, and I didn't get to say so when it counted. With respect to my esteemed colleagues, I don't think it got a fair shake.