For the most timid pony in all Equestria, rest is hard to come by. Her dreams haunt her imagination, the very essence of them a tad sketchy. For years she has waken in the middle of the night, sobbing and gasping for breath, and not a clue as to why. What do these dreams mean? What will it take to earn some sleep?
On a totally unrelated note- the title is named as such because I religiously listened to the Eels while it was being written...
yeeeeaaaahh... story is a bit rough but I feel like I couldn't add more to it. So, I'll just throw it out there!
Those are some chunky paragraphs,
but I found this pretty okay.
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I approve of this story
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546405 Yeah, you know, sometimes I find my writings to be quite jumpy. I like it at first, then I reread it and it's more like "what just happened...". But like it said, didn't know what else to add so I just sent it.
Wow this is really good. I love this story.
610612 Thanks! Glad you enjoyed it!
DAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWW. I love this story.
Thanks to everyone who liked the story! It's was my first one and will hold a special place in my heart
This. Is. Gold.
Best story yet, I am once again amazed by you, Church!