A terminally ill patient, stuck in a hospital for what little time remains of their life. Days pass by and it is almost as if they can see their time coming to an end. Their life feels meaningless now that they are facing their own mortality. They have all but given up. That is, until a single pony manages to break through to them and give them the one thing they really needs before leaving this world: a true friend.
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I really hope you all enjoyed this story. I personally think it is my best work, and it took me a long time to write the ending. This was meant to be my Valentine's Day story, but school kind of got in the way of that
I know that it is a little rough in places, but hopefully I can smooth it out with some help.
Rate, comment, enjoy. And as always, thanks for reading.
The ending was simply beautiful... you pulled tears both gracefully and viciously from my eyes my good sir. Brilliant, simply brilliant. At first I was skeptical about the "you" part of the story, but in the end it worked out great. That poem "I" recited was what got me. Is that a real poem? Or did you create that yourself? You get five stars and five Fluttershys for this story.
Made me tear up, you receive five stars and a fav.
Beautiful. Not sure about faving, because, depressing, and reminds me of my life, save the ending and the daredevil lifestyle... But beautiful, and a good showing of ho kind Fluttershy, and all hr friends, can be. And the differences a little kindness can make.
........You almost had me cry.....And it is hard as HELL to get me to cry.I congragulate you.Also thats some sad stuff man.And well written!6/5
This certainly is without a doubt quiet a moving and emotional Tale that bought tears to my eyes along feeling the characters Pain, Loneliness, Regrets, Fears and even contemplation to his life along with my own of whom shows a great deal of limited time on this world. But still it does make one reminisce our own Good and even Bad experiences we went through our entire life from our childhood to adulthood of many are more Precious than anything else we have acquire to comfort us along with our love ones in the end.
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"Love the Empress
for She is the salvation of Pony-kind
Obey Her words
for She will lead you into the light of the future,
Heed her wisdom
for She will protect you from Evil
Whisper her prayers with devotion,
for they will save your Soul
Honour Her servants,
for they speak in Her voice
Tremble before Her majesty,
for we all walk in Her immortal shadow."
Ok for those of you wondering, the poem in the story is something that I created after starting the story. I'm absolutely terrible at poetry but I thought it was what the story needed
This story is going to stick with me for quite a while. You definetely deserve this smiling Applejack.
Have no words to say so please except these'
This is sadder than My Little Dashie. No Question about that.
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As flattering as that is to hear, I must respectfully disagree with you. Although both this story and My Little Dashie deal with loss, having the one thing that brought color to your world taken away from you after fifteen years is a lot more painful to go through than losing a a friend you made over a week. Especially if the one taken from you was your daughter. But again, thank you for the compliment, don't get me wrong, I really do appreciate that you hold my writing in such high regard
240451 To be honest, I can see your point... still, this didn't stop me from crying a man tear when reading this. Maybe this is much more potent for me since my uncle and one of my best friends just came out of the hospital.
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I can understand, this was hard for me to write since I lost my grandfather when I was a kid to leukemia. I wasn't there when he passed, which is why the main character having them all there was such a big deal for me.
I just cried serious man tears....
This was an excellent story, and hits very close to home. I have heart problems and I'm still young so I know the fear he must have been experiencing. I also know how lonely it is to lose your friends one by one.
Great story, kep it up!!!!
Amazing
I cried, you really attached me to the character, Me being a dare-devill guy with a major emotional side too
I was half expecting him to randomly live but NOOOOOOOOO, you just had to be mean to me
Manly tears were shed
while i was reading this i was listing to Fluttershy's Lullaby on loop and it made my breath cache in my throat. and a tear to fall and it is hard to even do that. but i felt a conection with them cus i lost my grandma to cancer so this made me drop a tear. A VERY VERY good story. and i am happy for the character cus he was able to die with friends. and he is in a better place with his mom and dad. i am glad i read this. you know how to draw the readers with your words you say you are not good at poetry this was pure poetry. i again thank you for this treat to my heart.
Why does this story only have 152 views? Why?!
Well done.
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My guess is the time it was put up was a low activity period. But feel free to spread the word about it
More views is never a bad thing after all
This made me tear up.
this my good brony is one great story, its very touching, indeed, and i have to admit it brought a tear to my eye reading the end. witch is really hard to do so great job.
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i almost cried. i didn't even cry at my little dashie. what witchcraft is this?
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Maybe it was my awful writing?
882298 no, that wasn't it, your writing is a lot better than mine....
You know, this is amazing. I love it!
But...there's one critique I need to share. It's pretty big, so please forgive me.
I cried when I read the first chapter, but mainly because of the whole 'you' standpoint. It made me really feel like it was me that was dying. Once I read ' a portrait of a smiling colt on it.', that feeling left, given that I'm a girl.
But anyway, I'm willing to overlook that when I say GREAT JOB!
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thanks for catching that!
Crap
Part of what I think drew people into the story was how I kept the gender and pony type out of the picture so they could insert themselves. This is why I need pre-readers.
Anyway, it's fixed now
WOW, Tht was good, so good tht now I can't even spell tht right, I'm sorta mad tht I didn't find this story erlier but, still better late than never,
It makes me wonder now though, what if Trixie would be like in tht position, I mean really, plus her not meeting Flutters in tht one episode sort make you think of outcomes
, still, I would mentally will Flutters not to do tht for Photo Finish for some reason tht I don't know
, but who would stop her, it's FlutterShy for Celestia's sake
*Sigh*
This was beautiful. Simply and pristinely beautiful. I don't think I've ever actually cried from a fimfic story unless I was really trying ( does that make sense?. . . meh, does to me.), but this story has brought out my inner rain cloud. Thank you for posting this here, and keep up the great work. Phew, the heartstrings are still humming a symphony. Must see if roomies have tissues. . .
I can't read it anymore! It's too sad!
It was hard to finshe reading I was broken at the end it was diffacult but I manged. The story was not bad it was realtivly relateable to me becuse I to lost someone close. The thought that the elments of harmeny would take time to come to a strnger is very nice we need more ppl like that all of us do. To the writer I'm glad that u wrote this. It is relly good keep up the good work and hope to see more frome u l8ter.
Okay, before my wall of text appears, I just want to get something out.
I only cried two times while reading something in the internet, MLD (much to my chagrin) and another one that I can't seem to recall much.
This story was borderline Shakespearian at best. A tragicomedy, at least in my opinion, is what this story reveals itself to be. Sadness that crawls under your skin to your tear ducts, and funny due to how you effect the readers to be the character. Effectively making it one of the best second-person stories I've ever read. The liberty of both emotion and situations in literature is what draws me to this story specifically.
At first glance this story would be a generic sadfic with somepony dying, almost always being a main character. The freedom of the character you made as a placeholder for the reader is wonderful and I can see how much you struggled to make the gender of the main character to be ambiguous, to make an illusion of the character dictating what you actually felt and did in that time and place. You did a magnificent job at making the feelings to be as realistic as possible, effectively making the story a good medium for those who lost someone in their lives and those that couldn't hold on to what the meaning of their lives are.
The story you tailored has ensnared us with its warmth and meaning and to some, made them rethink the meaning of life. As to what is more important, the bonds that you have created or the joy you receive from something you want, be it material or thought. This initially has a good, yet somehow a bit rushed storyline, despite it having more than 10k out the window and into your face. I felt that the two days after he became friends with Fluttershy (not the day he met her) was short and a bit rushed, but the day of his last was a wonderful glimpse as to what it feels like to have something you never had. Much like a simulation of what could have been but never will continue ever again, only waking up to a much more harsh reality.
Death is a controversial piece of reality we both understand and don't. Some say it is a cruel and unsavoury thing to feel and experience, that your days are counted by not the Reaper, but by those who are in the material world and can honestly tell you when your last day would be. Death is a gift of rest, some would admit, a time where you have fulfilled your life and will come to return your borrowed soul to some deity of their belief. For me, death is something you shouldn't worry about much, death is not some obstacle to avoid or a monster to defeat, but a long lost friend that you must embrace as reality unfolds before you. Death is a part of life and if it would not come, you were destined for something more depressive than anyone has ever felt, more happiness than anyone would hope to achieve, and more losses anyone would hope to experience.
Life is like a poem,
Meaningful yet short.
Not that of a golem's,
An indefinite sort.
Life may be long,
Though as you may.
To find where you belong,
And know what to say.
As a poem needs an author,
Life is much like that.
Someone who you can bother,
And remember where you have once sat.
Short and sweet as a poem can be,
Long and hard as a reminder.
Life is both a short and sweet story,
One that is made by you no other.
Taste the passing winds of the ever blue sky,
Feel the emotions of friends gone past.
Entice yourself to a single lone lullaby,
The sounds of friends and hearts slowing at last.
A silver lining as to what life's most difficult lesson can ever be...
I pretty much read this whole story with blurry vision and tears rolling down my cheek. This story touched me on such a deep level and when I am on my death bed and about to take my last breaths, I just hope I have friends like the mane six next to me. I am not afraid of death but I am terrified of dying alone.
Author here, just one question.
HOW THE HELL DO YOU GUYS KEEP FINDING THIS! I THOUGHT THIS WAS DEAD TO THE WORLD LIKE I WAS!
Why... I promised I wouldn't cry.what happened to my dark heart. I used to laugh at dark fics. Now u left me crying. That totally ruined my stats.
Thank you once again for writing this.
This story set off my thanatophobia (fear of ones own death), and for that i give it a like, im now shaking irl
My throat hurts now because I was trying SO hard to not cry man....but I didn't cry... I only weep
It's so sad, it's too sad, why is it so sad?
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It is tagged as sad for a reason.