Night after night, she sat at her desk, inscribing her tears and feelings into letters that would never reach the one for whom they were created. The hearth fire would take her secrets once more tonight, turning them to the wind to be carried off in a hazy smoke that tinted the air with its sorrowful scent.
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Okay, I know this is a weird request, but because of weird coding, I'd like to request that you all read this in the "Light" setting for page color. It's up to you of course, but the coding is going to look pretty dang weird to you if you don't.
So, this was a writing challenge done in the hopes of getting my writer's block kicked to the curb. Character tags are off to avoid spoilers.... They will be added tomorrow since by then, well, the comments will no doubt have turned it into a late-arrival spoiler anyway.
(The challenge, BTW was "So, do Dilemma again, but this time, with FEEEEEEELSSS." So, if you have an issue with "feels" go take it up with my sister.)
OOO. A new fic from you?
YES PLEASE.
~Skeeter The Lurker
Ok. THAT was impressive. Truly impressive.
~Skeeter The Lurker
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I'm glad you like it :3
Now go toss it at all your friends
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GLADLY.
~Skeeter The Lurker
I feel NOTHING...nothing at all...
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Something tells me I should not believe you XD
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I listened to Perseverance by Michele McLaughlin while reading this, and I nearly broke down. Excellent writing.
Wow... that was beautiful... the whole time I was wondering who Luna could possibly be writing to, then at the reveal I just kicked myself because it made so much sense. So four thousand points for keeping me in the dark all the way to the end. Also a kudos for my favorite princess because she has the strength of character to not break that poor stallion's heart. Part of me wishes I could give this more than one gold star... and the other part wishes I could give fictional characters hugs when they are feeling sad.
I do not know if it is the shock that the ending has given me or the fact that I have been an insensitive guided only by logic and reason all my life, but right now I read the story again, and read the comments, and I wonder, why I'm not crying? Why don't I feel the need to release my sadness? why can I only feel in my mind a great emptiness that a part of me wants to be filled with pain? And even more important, why does this story seem so pure to me, why does it seem written with true pure emotion, as if the author wrote real feelings that he had at the time of writing? I know that it is unlikely to be so, but a part of me is fascinated by the sentimental expression embodied in this work.