Lilia

Cherry jumped when Sherlock spoke, squeaking as she whirled to face him.  "Oh, Sherlock!  You scared the jeepers outta me!  You look wonderful." She beamed, trying to cover up her squeak.  She nuzzled him in greeting, prepared to walk inside.  "Don't be surprised if I happen to...jump on you...I...I used to be the filly with the monsters under her bed and in my closet..." She whispered, confiding in Sherlock that this place truly frightened her.

The white pegasus stood at the entrance to the Haunted House, her Juliet costume working out as best it could. Her blue eyes scanned the crowds coming and going around the attraction, a touch of fear in them. She was usually brave, but this was the one time of year she always dreaded. Her sisters usually protected her from the monsters that other ponies disguised themselves as, but this year was different. She had a stallionfriend to ask, and her twin had decided to spend her time elsewhere. Not that she was scared! No, not this filly, not at all! She was just...nervous. She made sure her costume fit properly and that her cutie mark was still covered before pacing where she stood. Why wouldn't she? She wasn't patient, and she had decided to do this...she just didn't want to do it alone. The pink and red mane fell into her eyes for a second before she brushed away the strands in agitation.

"Where are you, my Romeo? I really, really don't want to go in alone...for that matter, why can't there be a group of us? Safety in numbers and the like..." She muttered softly, shivering as she imagined going in alone. She had very nearly lost her nerve then!

Shuppet!  They're one of the cutest Ghost types ever...

I'm reading Centaur Isle by Piers Anthony on my Kindle and The War of the Flowers by Tad Williams in book format...and that second novel is really hard to get into, but once you get in...well, it's a fantastic book.

20: Attempting to have any sort of coitus in a creepy forest is a guaranteed way to die.

21: Taking a class assignment and actually doing what the assignment says to will not only affect the changes you've been told to make, but also end up killing you.

22: It's ok to call the bad guy names even though s/he is more than likely right behind you.

23: Not knowing your best friend's history is a surefire way to realize that he is most likely a sociopath.

How long til Chapter Four?  So far, I see no problems with spelling or grammar (my nitpicks in fanfics is the spelling and grammar issues!) and I love how you ponified the curse words.  There are none visible, which makes this great for kids to read (sorta.  The violence isn't geared for kids, but that's the least of the problems and it's definitely an element of intrigue!)

15: When your pets are reanimated due to some sort of magical Indian burial ground, it's ok to become a graverobber and bury your dead kid there...

16: When your dead son comes back from the grave and becomes a mass murderer, it's ok to kill him and repeat the process with the loved one he just killed.

17: If you're raised in a tower with no doors and only one window, it's ok to hit an intruder with a cast-iron frying pan.

18: If you are taught to sing by a voice that has no source, it's ok to defy it's demand for obedience and accept the proposal of a man you haven't seen in over a decade.

I'm a cashier...but soon, I'll be giving up that life of taking the guff from everypony that gives it, using the phrase 'kill them with kindness' without mercy and taking up the role of navigator for a trucker then becoming one myself.

Cherry frowned at first when Sherlock settled in beside her, quickly getting an idea and smiling.  She once again rested her head on his chest, sighing happily.  "Your heartbeat is comforting...and...I like it..." She said softly, sleep trying once again to claim her.  She was fighting though, trying desperately to stay up with Sherlock.

Cherry smiled, nuzzling against Sherlock's chest.  "You could always stay til I fall asleep...though that could be a while..." She murmured, the sound of his heartbeat already starting to lead her back to sleep.  She peeked up at him and snuggled closer, enjoying his company after the nightmares that had woken her up.

Cherry looked up as Sherlock burst into the room, trying to stop herself from crying.  When he held her, she cuddled against him and let all the fear go.  She slowly stopped crying, resting her head on his chest for a moment before answering his question.  "I..I think I'll be ok...Did...did I break the lamp?" She asked, nervous that her nightmares had caused any kind of destruction.  She nuzzled one of his hooves, feeling the smile spread despite her tears.  "Sherlock...thank you for coming to my aid..." She murmured, knowing that she wouldn't be going back to sleep again for several more nights.

Cherry drifted as Sherlock helped her to bed, giving him a quick kiss before falling asleep.  She tossed and turned, the darkness of her dreams finally penetrating the rest she had been so desperate to achieve.  She witnessed as Orange was beaten, left bloody and bruised.  She tried desperately to go to the crying mare but found she was unable to move.  Then she felt it, that dread that always started right before...

CRASH!

She awoke screaming, the tears falling freely as she cried.  She tried to find the lamp, but couldn't.  Perhaps she had broken it as she dreamed.

Cherry nodded solemnly, a flicker of sorrow in her eyes.  "I do...I dream of what my sister Orange keeps telling me in her letters...that her husband, Darkly Dare, was hitting her...and then I picture what he'd do to her for telling him that...that she's gonna be a mommy...I don't wanna see my big sister dead because she can't ask for help...can't accept the offers from her sisters, either..." She said softly, the tears falling before she could stop them.  Her loyalty to her siblings was the only thing that had kept her going for so long, the only thing that had kept her sane and energetic...until she found out about the abuse, she would never have guessed that her sister was unhappy.

Cherry beamed at Mrs. Canter, nodding.  "I think...that I'll take some time sooner or later and make myself a nice little cloud home here....several floors of clouds, just so I don't crash through on my first night." She mused, giving Mrs. Canter a friendly smile.  When the door closed behind them, Cherry slid off of Sherlock's back with a laugh.  "Poor Mrs. Canter...she has to deal with the two of us for a little while...though I didn't lie about setting up my own cloud home nearby...Probably do it some time when I can convince the clouds to cooperate and be fairly resilient to nightmares..." She giggled, rolling onto her hooves with a slight wobble to her.

I'm looking for somepony to join me at Seasaddle Bay.  http://www.canterlot...-a-seaponyopen/

Cherry squirmed a bit on Sherlock's back, her forehooves wrapping around his neck loosely in case she should fall.  She giggled at the idea of flying into something, the picture coming to her with clarity.  "I'm not a bad filly...I'm just...just...difficult." She mumbled, nuzzling Sherlock's neck for a moment before hearing Mrs. Canter.  "Sherlock takes good care of me...he protected me from the mean mares...and the silly colts..." She grinned, nuzzling Sherlock's neck again before kissing his cheek.  "Sherlock...they liked me for my plot..." She whispered into his ear, smiling.

Cherry chuckled at the recollection of how Sherlock slept.  He had a fair point...he certainly didn't seem to use the bed, even when it was availiable!  She smiled over her shoulder as they reached the exit, hearing the grumbling of several colts that had found her attentions to Sherlock to be less than pleasing.  "You were raised to be a gentlecolt?  Well then...I suppose you've figured my mother attempted to raise me to be a proper young filly?" She giggled, starting to feel the last of the scotch hit her.  She became very dizzy, nearly stumbling over her hooves as she trotted beside Sherlock.  "Mind if I...fly?  Much steadier up there..." She asked softly, catching herself before she faceplanted the ground.

Subscribed!  I may be able to give you my story, perhaps, forgiving the low quality from my cell phone...

I am a bit unsure what is being proven?

How can I tell what is fact and what is opinion with no cited sources

You're proving that Hasbro doesn't watch the shows they promote...also, that being a brony is awesome.

She needs to go to the store and LOOK at the toys, then watch the show, then compare.  Duh.

Go ahead and use Photobucket...it's free, and easy enough to use.

Cherry smiled slightly at Sherlock, a mix of feelings coming to her.  "Thank you for letting me stay with you...but you should have the bed...it's your home.  Let me have the couch...please?" She asked softly, her upbringing shining through her denial of what was sure to be the most comfortable place Sherlock had to offer.  "I don't want you to be put out because I couldn't think of a better place to be than on a cloud before flying here..." She added, hoping he would understand her request.

Cherry smiled a bit at the idea of going home.  She took the last sip of her scotch, chuckling a bit as she realized he didn't know where she lived, exactly.  "Not a bad day at all, Sherlock.  By the way...when you said home...did you mean to your home or to the little cloud I call home here in Equestria?" She asked, all seriousness.  She hated sleeping on clouds, no matter how soft and fluffy they were, she always ended up bucking them to pieces as she slept.  There was no clue as to why she did it....she just did...

Oh, oh!  Could you draw my trio for my sig, please? Any way you feel is good by me!

Sherlock's nuzzle had her lifting her head to smile at him again.  She kissed his cheek lightly as their necks twined together.  The song ended as Cherry was once again relaxing against him.  "Oh, Celestia...why is it something always happens when we're relaxed.." She mused, reluctantly untwining her neck from his.  "We should probably go before we start a riot....but we should finish our drinks first..." She whispered to Sherlock, noticing the dark looks of the mares and stallions around them.

Dressing like a girl.  Yes, I am one, but that's not the point...I get a little rush out of wearing makeup and dressing pretty on occasion...

I'm in for the writing!  I'll get started immediately!