Literature
Seven Minutes
The room was dark and quiet; the only sounds that could be heard were the heartbeats of the ponies within. The air was warm and heavy, uncomfortably so. Once again, Twilight Sparkle slammed her shoulder against the door, then groaned when, again, it yielded no positive results. "Darn it!" she growled, stomping a hoof on the floor. "Whose bright idea was it to play this stupid game, anyway?"
"I think it was Pinkie Pie's," a raspy voice answered. "And she's not gonna unlock the door for a whileyou know how she gets..."
Twilight sighed and rested her head against the soft wood of the door. "Ugh! Tell me about it! Really, who thinks up