45w, 5dMy Little Dashie
*Update* June 3rd, 2012 as most of you know, my very first few chapters aren't too well written/ well edited. You may find some boring parts, or just a few grammatical mistakes. P.S. The first 2-3 chapters will be written in this form, so, if you don't like it, please don't take the liberty of disliking my story without even reading the rest of it. Thanks.
September 24th, 2025
I opened my eyes. "What happened?" i openly thought. I ran up to Dashie's room, hoping it was only a dream. A long and horrible dream . It wasn't. A tear rolled down my hot face when i saw the old dusty room. No bed, No posters, no Dashie. Only an ugly office with an ugly potted plant, and an ugly old computer. "why?" i said loudly. "WHY?!" i screamed. This has gone for way too long. I grabbed my wet face with my hands and started gasping for air. I've been dreaming about my daughter for over a week, every time waking up and realizing what actually had happened. The sheer sadness of it all has broken my heart. Again. "Why did they have to take her away from me?" i thought. It was no use. the only thing that kept me from ending it all was my old photo album, full of memories. I will always remember that smile on her face when I told her that we were going to the flight show. "Thanks Daddy! I will always love you!". That cute little crackle in her voice when she laughed. Another tear found it's way through my trembling eyes. "what can i do...? Princess Celestia told me i cannot enter her world. I don't think it's true. There MUST be something i can do, something to get to her. I mean, she lived with me for 15 years. Why can't i do the same in her world? Why?". I pondered over This thought as i forced myself downstairs into the kitchen. I noticed a small, framed picture on our kitchen counter. I never framed any of our pictures, plus, i don't remember it being there yesterday, or any other day after the incident. It was a picture of Dashie. I picked up the picture with my trembling hands. It was a picture of her on a cloud, above out house. Her teeth seemed to be sparkling in the sunlight. My heart started to beat faster and faster. "How?" i thought. "How did she manage to take a picture of herself on a cloud? I can't fly...no human can fly. She never had any fingers!". My heart started beating even faster as these ponderous thoughts raced through my head. Who am i even talking to? I don't have any friends. Never had any at all. No one except Dashie. I made my way towards the dining room with the picture still in my hand. I felt a piercing chill go down my spine. There it was, the album. I put down the framed picture and picked up the album. I opened it up and started flipping through the pages. My heart jumped.
This part is little bit short, only the beginning. More parts much longer than this one are coming in the future!