//------------------------------// // Introduction & Author's Note // Story: Fever Dreams // by The Descendant //------------------------------// When I was allowed to see my little brother again and the Scarlet Fever had left him he told me of his vivid dreams. He told me of houses alive with Christmas lights shining into the snowy night and carols lifting from them He spoke of great white towers sparkling in the sun like we had seen across the ocean He whispered as he lay upon the crisp white bed sheets of beautiful streams flowing into lakes uncounted I, with the jealousy of a child wanted such dreams of my own and thought it unfair that he alone should keep their memory Decades later As I grew into this man Whose dreams already begin to fade I startled myself I scared myself With the realization that I had been left out My parents had hidden the truth The only reason my baby brother Had seen such wonders Experienced such visions Felt such beauty Was because he had been close to Death Close to never being able to share them Or anything at all With me again A Compendium of Works Dear Loyal Watcher, Interested Visitor, and Confused Passerby, You are owed an explanation, I'm afraid. What you see here before you is not one long narrative like you are accustomed to having your T.D. deliver unto you for your bemusement, edification, and mortification. No, what we have here, my friends, is a collection of my small stories, arranged here so that you can find them (or ignore them) of your own free will. Many of these stories are to be found in other places. Many, if not most, can be found at Thirty Minute Pony Stories, as I've developed an affinity for that blog, namely because it distracts me from writing epics. Others can be found at Equestria Forums where they began as simply ideas that exploded into something much larger. A year and a half after discovering the show my mind is still "full of pony", and I begin to worry about that. Honestly. What you see here are attempts by myself to exercise the smallest of the literary ideas that have gnawed at me, the littlest of my adorable pony demons, as it were... Others though are images, ideas, scenes, and manic episodes that existed solely as flashes of inspiration/ insanity in my head and had to exercise through the fine art of slaving over a hot word processor before I risked having to dig them out of my conscious mind with an ice pick. I chose the first option, herein you will find the results. The truth is, I don't know anything about these stories. These are ephemeral things... tiny ideas that jumped at your Descy and which he chose not to chase away. I can not tell you anything about the stories because I know nothing of them myself... ... I simply ask that you approach them cautiously, as some may bite (in all possible meanings of the term). If you, by any chance, should find yourself interested in expanding on any of the concepts here presented, feel free to do so, you have my blessings. Be quick about it though, for these are all my little fever dreams... ... and when they fade, who can say to where they go? Stay Awesome, And with Love, The Descendant "T.D."