Ponies, Papers, and Promises · 9:29pm Jan 10th, 2020
It was not a dark and stormy night. In fact, the moon was shining quite brightly, and the streetlights turned the sky dim orange-purple. Regardless, the atmosphere hasn’t stirred the lone pile of papers and books occupying a darkened room. It woke up on its own.
A grey hoof pushed through between a folder of notes and a crumpled manuscript. Soon the head of a frazzled earth pony followed, along with her neck and upper torso. She yawned and raised a hoof to rub her face, only to have it smacked away.
The mare snorted, pushing her assailant’s limb away. “Heh, long time no see, Hedvi, Sev.”
Hedvika just gave her an unamused glare. Sev waved from her back.
The grey mare sighed and slumped back into the pile around her body. “Come on, it’s not like I have forgotten you.” She paused, waiting for any reaction. None came. “I swear I wanted to continue, I even wrote a sentence or two here and there. But...” she sighed, looking at the flood of papers, “I guess my work was more important than my promises to you... or, you.” She turned to the screen, her ears falling slack. “I’m sorry, but I was either too busy or death-tired to write anything substantial.”
Hedvika sighed and removed a stray lock of mane from her face. “I understand, but that doesn’t mean I’m thrilled about you leaving us stuck where we were. I know what you have planned for us and I—umph.”
“No. Spoilers!” the grey mare hissed, slowly retracting her hoof from Hedvika’s lips. The biologist just rolled her eyes and stepped away from her.
“And what about the other stories you have promised and never delivered?” Sev asked, flicking his tail.
“Well, I need Hedvika to translate Natura Equestriana for me first.” A pair of raised brows answered her. “Alright, alright, I know you two are just figments of my imagination. Geez, I’m still working on it. And Two Ponies, Four Names starring Tempest and Daring is already partly written, I just need time. And tea. And ethanol. And entomological pins. Gosh, I cannot believe I have run out again.” She pulled out a large box from... wherever ponies pull all these things out. She stroked it lovingly, taking in all the specimens.
Hedvika cantered over to her side, ears perked. She took the box in her hooves, scanning it thoroughly. Sev cleared his throat and started, “The fact that you can speak in italics aside, have you really not written anything, Charry? It’s been a long while.”
“Well,” Charry began and hoofed Hedvika a smaller stack of papers, “I have been writing, but it wasn’t about ponies. More like about the phylogeography of cold-resistant Siberian newts.” She squeaked quietly. “And... I may have been commissioned to write a few short non-pony stories for a friend of mine. Sadly not in English.” She rubbed the back of her neck. “I know they say you should write at least a few words every day, but it just kinda sorta didn’t work. And then Christmas came, and I thought I may have time to write, but then I got my hooves on both the English and Czech versions of complete collections of The Adventures of Tintin... And, blistering barnacles, I couldn’t resist.”
Sev rolled his eyes and ruffled his wings. “You know you are just rambling now, aye?”
“Yeah. By the way, the Czech version of the comic is better. More mature in a way.”
“Charry?” Hedvika tapped her hoof impatiently.
“What?”
“This is getting kinda lengthly already. Not to speak about how much of a crappy writing this is. And besides, you have missing citations on page twenty-seven.”
Charry cocked her head, pulling the paper from Hedvika’s hooves. “Chickencoop, you are right. Gotta fix that now. See ya later.”
“I can’t believe you have made me use that mannerism. Anyway, see you soon,” Hedvika said, stepping out the room with Sev in tow.
Charry yawned, collapsing back into her work.
(I hope you have enjoyed this silly little something I have put together. And I deeply apologize for my lack of activity. I’m not dead yet. And I wish to write more. Story updates are coming. Loads of work remain.)
After seeing the blog title, I kinda have to ask... are you a John Denver fan?
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And I have found I’m familiar with many of his songs, but didn’t know he was the author. Shameful, I know 
Honestly, I had to look up who that was
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One of the first John Denver songs I remember hearing was 'Poems, Prayers, and Promises'; that's why I was curious.
Also, don't feel bad about not knowing who he was; he's been dead for more than 20 years, and some of my co-workers (who happen to be older than I am) don't recognize the name.