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There once was a princess. her kingdome was the night, and all the dreams that dwell within it. True to her name, she would come to my dreams and sing me a lullaby. This princess is gone now. She went mad, and maybe that's what have happened to me too, because I know I'm going to be gone soon. Not that I care, but still....it's nice to think that I'll meet her again, soon.

Cover art by NoNN-XerO-Deamon on DevinArt.

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I haven't finished reading it yet, but I would like to give a suggestion: please get someone to edit this. I can't talk for the story itself quite yet, but I can say this: there are an alarming number of grammar issues in this story so far. Just a suggestion.

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Like said, this was made on one afternoon, and I'll definatly try and hail an editor! ^^

I remember the warmth of her little pink hoof grabbing my big blue.

Big blue what?

At least they told she was pink.

Told who?

I felt how her grip tightened around my hoof, not wanting to let me go away and maybe never returne.

How is unnecessary.

Tighten.

Return doesn't need the E at the end.

“Mom just need to go away for a while. You just stay here with grandmother, and everything is going to be alright, I promise.”

Needs.

I lied to her, my voice remaining cold and emotionless, seeing as there was non.

None, I'm assuming, but it's redundant to point out there was no emotion if you've already said the voice remained cold and emotionless.

It means in love.

Definition of a word should go in italics.

I looked at the snow covered mountain peeks

Peaks.

but since there was no one to guid me

Guide.

what lay befor me,

Before.

I prefered walking.

Preferred.

if snow, ice and bitter cold affected me like it do to normal ponies.

Did, and drop the To next to it.

But it don't,

Didn't.

that's why there always is small puddles of half melted snow far into spring season.

Was always.

The night and all the dreams it contain was her kingdom.

Contained.

I can still here the melody,

Hear.

I feel the tears drip down form my eyes

From.

just like they did that faithful day I met the princess.

Fateful.

Even though I know she's not there, I can feel my princess wings wrapping around my body, warming my frozen heart.

Princess'.

A inner rage suddenly break loose as I sung.

Broke.

I try to block out the stars song

Stars'.

The stars stop singing and I breath out.

Breathe.

The lullaby's ended

Lullabies.

as if the bitter cold that fill the wasteland

Fills.

But it haven't,

Hasn't.

I'm the last one of those the tsars would speak to that's left

Stars.

and the stars doesn't need me.

Don't.

I've filled my purpose, bringing the joy of winter into the heart of the ponies of our beautiful land.

Fulfilled.

Hearts.

Laying down in the snow, my thought's

Thoughts.

It will never be alright, not for me nor her, no never.

I'm not really liking the repetition at the end of the sentence here.

One last crystal tear drop to the ground as I close my eyes.

Drops.

The older mare look down at the filly

Looked.

She look into the brightest pair of blue eyes she had ever seen and solemnly shock her head.

Looked.

Shook.

Even though expecting this answer, the filly start crying,

Started.

trickling down on her chins

Chin.

burning a moment before freezing to droplet formed crystals.

... burning a moment before freezing, the droplet freezing and forming into a crystal. Or something similar, assuming that was what you were trying to say there.

The elder mare embrace the filly, wrapping her wing tighter around her and starting to sing a lullaby her daughter once wrote down on a paper and give to her.

Embraced.

Gave.

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Thank, I'll inflict this changes into the story tomorrow. PM me if you got something for me to preread! ^^

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I'd rather you read my stories because you wanted to and not because you felt obligated to. Feel free to pick anything from my collection if you insist, however. :twilightsmile:

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I'd be happy to read and comment on any of your stories , and I'll make sure to do so when I have the time! :twilightsmile:
I really appriciate that you helped me with the story, and I hope you enjoyed it apart from the horrible grammar! :rainbowlaugh:

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I did. It was an interesting idea, and it'll look a lot better with some of those technical problems ironed out. :twilightsmile:

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Yay! Thanks again for your help! :twilightsmile:

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You're welcome. :yay:

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:yay:
Finished editing, adding a thing both you and me missed the first time,

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Oh. What was that? :rainbowderp:

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The elder mare embraced the filly, wrapping her wings tighter around her and starting to sing a lullaby the fillies mother once wrote down on a paper and gave to the elder mare.

Before editing, it said wing, as in one wing. But as you see, it should be wings as in many wings.

I also fixed an issue with using "her" about several ponies in that sentence which could possibly creat some confusion about exactly who I'm referring to.

Also, first time writing first person, yay!:yay:

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Ah, I didn't miss that, I just thought it was one wing being used for the hug was all. :rainbowlaugh:

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:rainbowlaugh:
Anyway, good that I saw that. I imagine the filly standing in front of her grandmother, and when she start to cry, her grandmother wrap her wings around her and pull her closer to her body, hugging her.

Beautiful. Simply beautiful. Faved and liked

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Thanks. Glad you enjoyed it.

“You can love someone so much...But you can never love people as much as you can miss them.” ― John Green
“Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.” ― Kahlil Gibran

Though it brought tears to my eyes you did a wonderful job of expressing love in a time of loss, it was great to read all the way to the very end.

6532643 Thanks! ^_^ I would also like to invite you to read the sequel, Crystal tears that bloom to flowers

6532851 Thank you I will.

6533709 Thanks! ^_^

This was a good, short sad story. Seemingly Snowdrop gives up and leaves her daughter, and goes out into the snow - ready to give up.

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