Hello Everyone. This is my first my little pony fan fiction, and as I have a horrible tendency of never finishing stories I start writing, I've decided to use a series of 100 prompts and writing short little bits instead of developing a whole story that never gets finished. I'm going to try to inter connect them in little ways, and they won't all be about the same characters all the time. The characters I ship are listed and explained on my profile so please check that out. Also I don't plan on writing about any OC's though I might make up the occasional pony for the sake of a story. Pardon the length of this first one, I expect most of my other ones to be a bit longer—this one just seemed better short and sweet. But I digress. I hope you enjoy these 100 stories about our favorite hooved friends and if you do or if you don't please leave comments. I'm doing this to improve my writing and so any suggestions and reviews you have will be very gladly received. Enjoy!

It was still dark when Big Macintosh rolled out of bed. Slowly and deliberately he tugged on his sheets, flattening wrinkles and straightening blankets just as he had every morning since he was a colt. And when everything was satisfactory he draped his quilt over the bed with infinite care. He let his muzzle rest on the fabric for a minute. It had been well loved, but though the fabric had faded slightly with use and time, the memory of her would never fade out of its stitches. Mother. He would never show it to anyone, but he missed her deeply.

He walked silently down the dark hall past the rooms where his grandmother and sisters lay sleeping. But when he reached the stairs he paused. A sudden thought turned him around. He walked back up the hall where he nosed open the door of his youngest sister. She was lying with her legs splayed at odd angles and her mane knotted wildly across her pillows.

"Apple Bloom. Wake up," he said softly as he gently nuzzled her stomach.

"What is it, Big Brother?" she murmured sleepily.

"Come with me. There's something I want to show you."

She climbed out of bed and stood wobbling on tired legs, eyes still half shut and mane a mess. With a quiet chuckle Big Mac scooped her up onto his back, where her legs hung limply down his sides and her head rested against his neck.

"I'm tired." She said into his mane.

"I can see that." He responded. "But trust me, this'll be worth it."

He carried his sister outside. The faintest hints of color were starting to play along the horizon. Big Mac walked silently through the apple orchards, his big hooves leaving deep impressions in the soft, damp earth. Dew lay heavy on the ground and his fetlocks were soaked after a few steps.

Carefully, so that sleeping Apple Bloom would keep her seat he began to climb a hill. It was one of many on Sweet Apple Acres, but this one was special. When he reached the top he sat down in the wet grass and let his sister slide off his back.

She hit the earth with a surprised, "Hugh? Where are we?"

Her big brother smiled softly at her. "Just watch," he said gesturing to the horizon with a bulky hoof.

He drew his sister against his side and together they watched as the sky grew brighter and brighter, until the burning white disk of the sun had just appeared on the lip of the horizon. Big Mac glanced down at his sister. Of all of them, only Apple Bloom had gotten their mother's eyes.

Apple Bloom snuggled further into his side. "Big Brother," she said suddenly. "Was this where mom would take you to watch the sunrise?"

"Eyup."

So this was number 1. The prompt was mellow and so I chose to write a little about Big Mac because he's always seemed to be the mellowest pony ever, unless he's under a spell of some kind. Also, it's always seemed to me like Apple Bloom and Big Mac have a very special relationship which is why Big Mac says so much (for him). I don't think it's out of character, I just think it's a side of his character we never see. Anyhoo, please review. Also I won't be as long winded in my author's notes from now on, just wanted to give a bit of an explanation. Thank you for reading!