The Story of Jennifer SweetPlum

by EsignStudios

Ch.1 Wubs heard next door

"There's a place. That I know. It's not pretty there and few have ever gone. If I show it to you now. Will it make you runa-"

I was interrupted by a load bass noise. The music was more in the bass than anything. I could hear a little of voice, but it just sounded like a machine being murdered. Disturbing.

I went downstairs to ask my roommate, Twilight Sparkle, where the noise was coming from. She was a unicorn. Professional in magic I guess. She was into science. When we got to her home, we were on survival mode when we saw that purple green dragon walk in. He was small, but small can turn dangerous. ANYTIME.

Anyway, i was asking where the noise was coming from. The music was so loud Twilight couldn't here me. I yelled with all my might, "WHERE IN CELESTIA IS THAT CURSING BASS NOISE COMING FROM?!" I had to yell that right when the song ended. I thought I made Twilight deaf, but I just made her pass out. What a great way to be to a guest who is nice enough to let you live in their house.

I decided to just find out what the noise was, then I found a unicorn in a DJ station set up playing music that I never thought it existed. I fly right to her and see that she was blasting it so loud all you can hear is "WUB WUB WUB WUB" It was so annoying.
I tapped her in the shoulder and ask if she turn down the music. She didn't hear me. Then I see that my sister, Jackie SweetPear, was dancing to the music that I still couldn't figure out. In all of the times I tell her to be social, she has to be social when I'm ticked off

Then the white unicorn stops the music and grabs a microphone.

"ALRIGHT ALL YA PONIES OUT HERE. This is the morning jam wiht DJPON-3! I'm gonna be turning the mic to you now cause it's KARAOKE TIME!!!"

The crowd started to cheer so loud I honestly forgot why I was out here. They the unicorn turns to me and asks, " You wanna be first to show your voice out here."

I was scared. I knew a couple of songs I would sing to myself when the radio is on. But if i have to be singing in front of a town, I'll pass out and never wake up

I didn't say anything for a few seconds. They I responded,"...Um... Not really...I'm.. not to good...."

"Oh come on!" the white unicorn shouted, " I bet you sing beautiful!"

"Well.." I thought for a moment. I guessed that I just sing one song and never show my face in town ever again. "OK. Do you have anything sung by Kelly Hooves."

"Yea. The entire collection"

"Dark side?"

"Sure. Here's the mic" She throws me the mic. I wanted to run away. But... I just couldn't move my feet.

The music starts...Oh Celestia.

Comments

[Ecthelion_Yuda]

Oh dear. This is shaping up to be another "teenage angst fest OC" fic. Please, Please PLEASE do not do that. For now, I shall track this and stay my hand from the thumbs down button, purely because you have included Vinyl Scratch and because your spelling and grammar are pretty good. I believe in second chances, so this is me giving you yours. Please, make this a good story, the type it CAN be. Don't turn it into another generic angst fest please.

I'M COUNTING ON YOU!

[OneLonelyPickle]

"I remember my mom and dad, only how they look. Not what they did. Not what they sound like. Just their looks. They were both soldiers. My brother, sister, and I were scared if they never came back. They always came back, promising a gift from each trip. It would always be a toy, a piece of jewelry, or maybe a rare artifact. It was pretty cool. It was around the time they came home the last time when I saw them the last time. It was summer. Everyone was happy. Everyone wanted to hug mom and dad. But… I would have never guessed that explosion that was behind the couch."

"But… I would have never guessed that explosion that was behind the couch."

"... behind the couch."

The hell?

[Mr Ignorable]

D-d....do you have any idea what you've gotten yourself into? At all?
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There are literally thousands upon THOUSANDS of these stories all over the site. And let me tell you something, the good ones? They are gonna be damn better than yours.

[Major Tom]

Wow, you quit even though you can't get through constructive criticism?

Such a whiny baby, even he says that its better to read a Pepsi can than this story.

[SlidyMcHopper]

Just because there are thousands of these kinds of stories out there doesn't make this one automatically bad. At least give it a couple more chapters before passing your judgment on it