• Member Since 31st Mar, 2012
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Piquo Pie


I love psychology and writing. I tend to write origional/experimental stories. I am the head of the School for New Writers and the EFNW writing track. My new favorite quote is "Why so ˈsir-ē-əs?"

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Scootaloo faces her demons and finally grieves for the death of someone she found dear. This is a story about how one girl pulled herself up after she hit rock bottom hard.

Second place winner for the Weekly Contests group's 10th contest.

Special thanks to my editors and pre-readers
Asylum1388
Quill Scratch
mikemeiers
and Bad Dragon who has his own entry for this contest.

Chapters (1)
Comments ( 12 )

I've gotta admit, I don't really like this story, but it IS well-written.

5258546

It's defiantly not for everyone.

very well written and woven together.
I would recommend try to make a little more scootalo-ish, because if it didn't have her name in it, it would have been hard to know, and I should be able tot tell without the name.

5293597

Thanks, the characterization was the one thing I wasn't really happy about.

Very well written.
It makes me sad though.

5379863

Thank you.

It is sad but it's also meant to be happy. She ends her sadness, confronts her demons, and goes out to live life. Maybe I made it a bit to sad though.

5380650 I had to reread the ending. I think I had the wrong idea of what happened. So I do see the happiness now.
I also feel much better about it.
Thank you.

1: Needs to get edited.
2: Did she commit suicide? :rainbowhuh:

5434164
0) Somehow never got your comment in my notifications. (My apologies)

1) It has been, if you see something that needs work let me know.

2) No. She decided that she was going to live a life that would make him happy rather than wallow in her sadness.

5660435 Then would you please explain this part? Cause I think I'm missing something.

And then she brought the knife high, then brought it low. She struck the blow hard and fast and without shame.

5670760

I clarified something in that paragraph. It turns out that while writing/editing it I didn't realize how obtuse it was.

She stood up tall, she stood up proud, and with tears flowing freely and painlessly she kissed the name etched upon the tombstone. And then she brought the knife high, then brought it low. She struck the blow hard and fast and without shame. On that night she left herself; her love, her hate, her pain. Scootaloo left her knife embedded, clean and without blood, in the ground. It was something that most ponies would hate her for, but that she knew he would cherish because it was true and honest.

GOOD FOR YOU SCOOTS !!!!!!

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