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Downunda Thunda


I'm an Australian brony, who's also an aspiring writer. Other than that, I let my stories do the rest of the talking. Thanks to Corina93 for the avatar art corina93.deviantart.com

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Rainbow Dash loves to fly. It's all that she lives for. And now, a tragic accident has caused her to lose this ability forever. How will she cope?

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The reason I wrote this story, was because it came to me as a sudden spurt of inspiration one day, while trying to get to sleep. So I wrote it down on my phone, and then re-wrote it on my laptop when I had a chance. Once it was over 1000 words, I uploaded it here. The inspiration for the accident, I guess was Rainbow Dash's desire to go fast, and wanting to be the best out there. Even in the show, they've shown her losing it a few times and crashing, So I guess that had something to do with it.

I couldn't tell you 100% exactly why I wrote this, but I hope this serves as enough of an explanation.

Ah, I see you've cleaned it up since I last saw it.
Can't say it's perfect, but it's not badly pace with the word count it has.
Can't wait to see what you door the sequel

I have no words, it was that good I have no words.

A few errors like here

The doctor looks back and forth between me, my back, and the X-rays of my back with a very worried expression on his face. “Rainbow,” He stated, after a long period of silence, making me jump. “Your back muscles have taken more damage than we initially thought. Now that they’ve had time to heal, and the scar tissue time to form, we can actually see the full extent of the damage. I don’t think there’s any way around it. The weight of your wings are pulling on the already damaged back muscles, which usually would be able to hold it easily, bit at the moment, they’re too heavy. You repeated attempts to fly would have worsened the problem.” He stops, giving me time to soak it in. Once he thinks I’ve had enough time, he hands me a clipboard with a contract.

And here

It's now been several weeks since my operation, and all of my friends have come together to help me through the physical and mental recovery needed for the loss of my wings. I still glance back at the stumps left behind, and shed a tear at the reminder of what was once there. Not only my wings, but my freedom, independence, my whole lifestyle was centered around those two extra limbs. And now that they're gone, I realize just how much I'd taken them for granted. I'd gotten my own house on the ground, so I was able to move out of the library. The new house was alright, though I missed my old house in the sky. I'd made that house when i first moved to Ponyville, so not only was it me changing homes, it was me losing something that had deep sentimental value to.

The to should be too. I put the errors in bold.

But that's probably me being knitpicky.

I can not find any words to say how much I LOVE this story

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