Dry Wall is the most successful architect in all of Equestria. He accomplished this within fifteen years since graduation from the University of Canterlot.
Impossible for any pony. Unfortunately, Wall is an insomniac. His caring friends forced him on a vacation, where he slept for the first time... and dreamed.
The dream was more or less a disturbing vision that inspired a pilgrimage. Teaming up with a mysterious mare, Dry Wall must find the one pony who knows the secrets.
... Man, that sounded freakin' cheesy.
Can be considered a sequel to Cognitive Dissonance.
Chapters (1)
Wow. Depressing, but very worthwhile reading.
I honestly don't know what to think about the story, other than that I'm glad that I read it.
I am really unsure of what to say, I could say that I was at loss for words, but that would not be the truth.
I subconsciously knew from the introduction of "Winter" that she was nothing more than a part of Wall described externally, but only when answered truly was Wall of his considering condition did I know it myself.
Your story is quite melancholy, and I think that someone other than myself may even feel touched or even moved by it.
Unfortunately I am a soulless, uncaring creature so your carefully chosen words reflect off of my mind wasted, without a hint showing; your poetic story passes my retinas by, caressing without effect my cold, cynical consciousness. While others may lament the sound unlogic which pervades your most delicate and deliberate character, the most unsubtly insane architect who dwells on the meaning and means to obtain that most elusive, intangible thing which we all seek; Happiness I do reason that alike may be me and she, who haunts his waking dreams upon that lonely world on which he so dearly does dwell upon the importance of his long levity which depends on the minds if it's denizens.
Mayhap my inane ramblings tire you of reading this and for that I do not blame you, I tire even myself with my own tempered insanity, constantly spilling past my eyes to unnerve those around me. I distance myself from those who should fear me for what I am but have decided not to become.
Now I should be ashamed for now my mangled words speak only of my self, not in praise of you, the fine author who did so concisely dictate this true work of art, this tenuous wall of words which wills works of wonder forth from those who observe it for what ever it may be they perceive it to be.
Now sadly my inspiration is at it's end, I shall sleep now and tomorrow I will be the same sad, slumping shell of a human which lurks leering through the world, devoid of the artistic talent and creative energy, that marks real people with their greatness.
I am glad of what you have done, if only I could understand and appreciate it fully; the way others seem to do.
on what could you or I be missing from within this text? (:) Words within writing describe concepts, words may be reassembled to mean other things entirely. What you make of it is your own choice.
(Sorry for my short, sad story of stupid self pity, it is in all honestly a horribly haggard excuse of petulant, putrid poetry.)
43344 Might want to cut down the thesaurus usage, dude.
In all seriousness, I'm assuming this is a comment about my relative lack of using big words to add colour to the story. I'm just not a fan of purple prose, dude.
Lemme just get a TL;DR for you.
"No comment, on account of the fact that I've had crappy experiences in life that ironically disallow me to really relate to this insane architect- though that doesn't mean the architect isn't relateable at all.
Random exposition on how I'm a soulless dude.
This was a fine story... oh wait, that's actually a comment, though I previously mentioned "No comment"
More stuff about how I'm a depressed nut. I'm also tired as all hell.
My last name wants to be Shakespeare."
Heh heh... I is funneh.
"No comment, on account of the fact that I've had crappy experiences in life that ironically disallow me to really relate to this insane architect- though that doesn't mean the architect isn't relateable at all.
Random exposition on how I'm a soulless dude."
Yeah, pretty much.
I was also trying to thank you for your story because it made me feel bad. (I Have problems.)
"This was a fine story... oh wait, that's actually a comment, though I previously mentioned "No comment"
More stuff about how I'm a depressed nut. I'm also tired as all hell.
My last name wants to be Shakespeare."
Yeah, I was starting to get contradictory there, though I was more praising you, also words.
I was stating that I had nearly run out of inspiration. And no, I don't want be called anything of the sort:
what happened (and I don't know why) is that your story made me go all: Bleghph so I just Accidently this comment back. I didn't use any sort of thesaurus (I haven't ever even read one) I just words and it happened.
Also, you missed something: Read again the Second last line (before the one in brackets) and look out for Italicized words throughout the text.
If you don't get it read it again until you do. (Think plural meanings within the same sentence).
Already got it. I just had no comment.
Derp derp derp
I found reading this to be a bit frustrating. But I mostly kept with the story just to see what would happen when the pony in his dream finally appeared.
Um... whens the next chapter in the progressing story line youre making gonna start?