Hey... hey, do you feel it?

"Feel what?" Butter Knife snapped, still staring at the heart-locket-turned-dagger that she held in her hooves.

The random blurb...

The bad-at-stabbing mare frowned. "What do you mean, random blurb?"

As the words the mare uttered left her mouth, a distinct sound began to emanate from all around.

...

...

"Why."

Because I want to write something but I don't quite have the time to at the moment to put much thought into it.