She continued to stare at me, her look of bewilderment growing.
Whether it was at my gift or at the fact she had stumbled upon a subject she could not research, I would never know.
"So there really is no way you can teach me? Or any sort of hint? ANYthing?!" she stammered.
"I'm sorry, but I just don't know how it works. It's just a will..."
"Do you realize what kind of power this is though?! You could do anything you wanted! You...you could be anywhere and nopony would ever know!"
"I know." I replied
"So what do you do?! Do you save ponies? Or...or sneak in places? Or..."
"I like to draw." I state.
"....."
"......"
"...draw."
"Yes, draw."
"Like, pictures."
"Like pictures, yes."
"You could do...literally ANYTHING YOU WANT...and you draw pictures."
"Sometimes the gaps are to beautiful to do anything BUT admire them. I know what I COULD do, and it scares me."
"Why do they scare you?"
I sighed. Many pony emotions were explicable through logic, reasoning, or a series of chemicals reacting in the brain. Fear, though, fear could be a tricky one. Mostly because fears are learned, we associate a negative event with a thing, or place, and then fear that thing or place. So what was so terrifyingly beautiful about my gaps where nothing could hurt me?
Perhaps that nothing could hear me scream.
A place where nothing could ever break my heart.
Or love me.
A place where no one could ever put me down.
Or help me back up.
"Solitude." I answered. "I fear the complete and total isolation and solitude in the gaps. I could do anything, but what would be the point when there is nopony to share it with? I fear that if I accomplish something great, I'll be too heartbroken when no pony even cares...or knows...or notices."
"But isn't it peaceful? Relaxing?" She asks, now sitting with me on the couch.
"I suppose, but I always find myself needing to occupy myself, lest I go mad..."
"...so you draw?"
"Yes, it's a good distraction."
"Can you show me?"
"Um..."
I was unsure what to do here. I only had pictures of her in my saddle bags. I could show her those, but I remembered enough social convention that this would probably earn me a hoof to the face and universal ban from the library. I could step into a gap and go get some other drawings from my home but...
aaannnnddd she's looking at the pictures anyway. Great.
"These...these are of me!"
"Uhmmm..."
"There are like 30 drawings!"
"Uh...."
"These are...really really good!"
Wat.
"You...you think so?"
"Absolutely!"
Her smile was a mile wide as her eyes scanned over sketch after sketch, taking in every detail.
"And you're not...concerned?" I asked.
"I'd be creeped out if they were of me in the shower but considering you could draw literally anything and you chose to draw me...34 times, I'm simply flattered!"
I do not understand other ponies.
:D Huzzah! It has updated!
And don't worry about updates, the hardest step is the first one, after all
I had totally forgotten about this story
Wasn't there a story already named Clockwork?
I love this. I really love this!
I do hope you can continue this. I'm quite enjoying it.
~Skeeter the Lurker
This, my friend, is a wonderful story so far. I cannot wait for more. Please... go on.
This actually reminds me of Doctor Who... in a way.
And myself... in others.
It actually brought the idea of "stopping time" into a new light for me. Normally I would say I would use the ability for personal gain, but drawing everything around you? Brilliant...
Reminds me of the fact that I should probably try to draw more.
Thank you for the new found inspiration.
Keep writing, my good sir. And have a few mustaches too.
Boop.
2706089 Yes but they don't compare. After all this guy here has the potential to be a bigger gary-stu than the pony form that story. But it has been okay so far so i couldn't say.
wow this is really good!
the naughty side of my brain tells me that this could evolve into a clopfic at anytime get it? cuz he stops - you know what nevermind
In the cracks between reality, there is no sound. Frozen in time he stands, watching, waiting, admiring the beauty of the world around him, yet in the silence and solitude, he finds no comfort.
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Hmmm.... Interesting concept. A pony with the power to slip through the spaces between seconds, as if he was "hiding" from the laws of space and time; I wouldn't be surprised if this is how Pinkie gets around. The writing style is definitely different than anything I've read as well, focused on his thoughts and dialogue with little to no imagery. The story, with the way it's told, has no need for much imagery though. Overall, I like it. Simple as that. 3.75 Derpy Muffins out of 5. You deserve a corn dog (fresh from the carnival, I might add) for your penmanship, or take one of Derpy's muffins if she doesn't mind.
I'll read this later. If I can judge by the description, I think Stephen King did something kinda-sorta-like it before in a short story.
I'll read later.
But. To counter you description i must say:
Most people think time is like a river, that flows swift and sure in one direction. But i have seen the face of time, and i can tell you, they are wrong. Time is like an ocean in a storm. You may wonder who I am and why I say this, sit down and I will tell you a tale the likes of which you have never heard.
This story is really good. I look forward to seeing how this story plays out.
Oh, Clockwork, it's just girls you don't get.
This is great! I can't wait to hear more. You are a very talented story teller. This section was short but it was also complete and exactly what it needed to be.
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The fan art is amazing guys! and I really appreciate it! The funny thing is though...It's not two frames of time, or anything like that...It's just a pause symbol...but actually, I like your ideas more
should be too
2706956 I demand you explain your comment
They were such lovely pictures.
D'aww