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Life is more beautiful in the movies


Winner of the Quills and Sofas 2nd Anonymous Write Contest

Thank you to Wish for helping with the art and description, and Silent for listening to me rant about the fic

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god DAMN this was good.. you nailed the feeling of a slowing dissolving love perfectly - that desperation to keep ahold of it and believe, beyond all reason, that time has been kinder than it is. it fits rarity and twilight perfectly as well; this need for things to be grand and dramatic and larger than life harshly contrasted with the bitter reality of a love slowly choking to death.... so good. u should be proud

What is the thing in the cover art?

That’s what Rarity had always wanted, deep down. A grand, twisting, dramatic, epic, boring, predictable little story.

This Line. I have no idea how to properly phrase what I love about it, but I love it so much.

I kept flip-flopping throughout this story. Wondering how much of Rarity’s problems were due to actual fading love and how much was just disappointment that it wasn’t like the stories. Either way, this was a great read.

Poor Rarity. Unless she is worrying about nothing.

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More like she worries that there IS nothing. Or will be, soon enough.

“Why don’t you love me anymore?” she wanted to ask, but she didn’t want to seem like she was suspicious.

Voice Of Experience

That question NEVER ends well. You ask & I'd bet the rent money you won't like the answer.

"You Don't Bring Me Flowers"
Barbara Streisand & Neil Diamond

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Fantastic stuff as always, Seer. You have such a wonderful ability to bring out emotions in your writing, particularly when it comes to ponies going through them in the moment. Given this story involves Rarity longing for the past and dreading the future, those both come together fantastically.

I hope you'll forgive me for being critical. I'm only taking the time to do it because this shows so much talent. Take the first 2 paragraphs as an almost-random sample:

It befitted the end of the world more than the end of a night, steeped in cocktails and the remnants of sweat, dabbed frantically away with whatever toilet paper could be salvaged from the ladies in surreptitious visits.

She looked over at the band, to the cellist, to the brass section, she saw how their dickie-bows had loosened over the night. Saw how hair, once sculpted with pomade, had borne stragglers to be blown in cheap, dry air-conditioning.

This has great things in it: The end of the world more than the end of a night, steeped in cocktails, sweat dabbed away with toilet paper from the ladies' room, how their dickie-bows had loosened, sculpted hair now scraggly. It also has one missing word, one grammatical error, and one clause that just doesn't make any sense (had borne stragglers to be blown).

That's what I see throughout this piece: brilliance dulled by elementary errors of craft. There are typos, POV ambiguities, missing commas, needless words, words and phrases that don't match the tone, and a lot of statements that are too on-the-nose. My early drafts look like that too. If you don't see them, I could PM you and point some out. Or fix as many as you can find, then send it in to Equestria Daily. I think they'll want to publish this story, but they'll work harder than I would to help you fix every grammatical error.

You mention Gone With the Wind, and no book has ever done better at this kind of tragic, loveless ending. If you can overlook the book's racism, you could use its last several chapters as a model.

The most-obvious difference is that Margaret Mitchell took 400,000 words to build up to those final chapters. The last breakup of Scarlett and Rhett was so devastating because she used those 400K words to give them both detailed, distinctive, remarkable characters; to show how those characters had been warped by their personal experiences; to show that they still had at least some qualities meriting our respect; to show how their attraction to each other, their fights with each other, and their suitability for each other, were direct results of their characters; to convince us that they (eventually) loved each other, if not at the same time; to show that there was literally no one else in their world whom either of them could ever love; and to convince us that Rhett's love was really, justifiably dead, and that it was the fault of both of them--that it had taken all of their great stores of bitterness, selfishness, cruelty, and fear to destroy a love so true and so right.

I'm not saying you need to write 400,000 words. You would need to, to rival the final chapter of Gone With the Wind. But there's a place for shorter stories, and you can use some of Mitchell's techniques in them.

Your story contains almost no action, and what dialogue there is, is too on-the-nose. Look at the indirect ways Mitchell conveys the same things, in action and dialogue. That's what "show, don't tell" means. I don't mean you should give up narration of internal thoughts -- you do that better than Mitchell does. And it's sometimes hard to find compromises between styles that contrast so much. Maybe you can't show like Mitchell does without compromising your ability to get us into a character's head. But maybe you can.

Re. interpersonal dynamics: Rarity has her own personal hang-up here, which you tell us is her expectation that life should be like the movies. That's a good start. Maybe this clashes with Twilight because of her pragmatic, scientific see-the-world-as-it-is attitude; but I don't see that in the story. I don't really see the show's Twilight at all. This Twilight is a bad stereotype of a scientist. I'm not convinced that Rarity and this Twilight were ever right for each other. Without seeing that, I can't be very sad if that love is lost.

Or you could go in a quite different but at-least-as-good direction by taking Anna Karenina as your model. That's a more-complicated kind of story than Gone With the Wind, so you're on your own there.

Comment posted by Silent Whisper deleted Sep 6th, 2022

Really loved this when I read it for the contest. Can recommend.

I love this story so much; the desire for sweeping romance and epic story met only with the dull humdrum is a very relatable emotion.

This was a really compelling story, and it was sad seeing Rarity and Twilight's relationship fall apart like this. The comparisons to movies were a great through-line, along with the dance. Everyone felt really in character here, including Twilight's excuses for not spending time with Rarity.

There was something about the music surrounding them in the dance hall, it made Rarity think of the closing credits in the grandest romance film that could ever exist. It befitted the end of the world more than the end of a night, steeped in cocktails and the remnants of sweat, dabbed frantically away with whatever toilet paper could be salvaged from the ladies in surreptitious visits.

ooh, love this opening! very cinematic

Rarity adjusted her leg mid-dance to let her cutie mark be seen in the amber lights, a practised act of elegance that went neither seen or appreciated, and then leant forward to capture Twilight’s lips in her own.

that is so sad! such a practised act of elegance deserves so very much to be seen and appreciated

She could recall a time when every joke would elicit rapturous, heaving laughs. Twilight would snort and it would be so unladylike, and in her fluster there would bead sweat on her brow, and still she’d be so gorgeous. Like a leading lady, retaining composure under punishing theatre lights.

so true that is how Twilight is

Because now Twilight chuckled politely, and smiled politely, and then returned to politely eating her light lunch, which she enjoyed with sparkling water. How quickly did their luxury of prosecco at lunch give way to a world where all the flavour had disappeared, leaving only the empty air.

oof! love this visual, again very cinematic, like a black-and-white time-lapse of wilting flowers in a vase

Rarity liked to think that they were simply in their difficult part of the film, the part to make the audience clutch their programmes to their chests in fear, that maybe the startlingly beautiful heroines may not end up happy together after all.

What was romance without strife, daring, unearthly stakes? If it was all just predictable, boring, everyday messiness… then what was the point?

so true… this is exactly how Rarity thinks, love it

She reciprocated, she slipped her tongue into Rarity’s mouth and caressed all the right places, polishing three diamonds with a caress from her hoof.

And yet, there didn’t seem to be passion in any of it. It was performative.

aww but it sounds so nice!

The dance hall didn’t dim, no lone spotlight fell to illuminate them, no swell in the music to herald her stupid, passionate, senseless romantic gesture with the gravitas it deserved, that Rarity was owed. The band continued unabated, heedless of the turmoil Rarity faced with her love interest.

Soundtracks often did that, didn’t they?

again, love the imagery

The way they said things to explain to the audience what was happening, with little thought to how it would be in real life. Would anyone ever call their sister ‘sis’? Would anyone walk through their door and not bother to close it properly?

well yes but Rarity does all these things in real life!

Back then they could barely keep their hooves off of each other.

Dates would have the nearest exit factored into them, if only unconsciously, so that they could abandon whatever trite little activity was that day’s excuse to be close to each other. To have their fur touch, their skin touch, their mouths touch. Rarity wasted many nights trying to find a fabric that might be the same colour that their coats made when fibres intermingled.

augh, a sad thing to not have anymore :( Rarity deserves all this and more!

The cinema around Rarity was bathed in the flickering, black and white glare from the screen. If Rarity squinted, it looked like all the colour had drained from their world.

She preferred it that way.

this is so perfectly her, love it

“What are you reading, darling?”

“It’s about thermodynamics,” Twilight replied.

oh, so ironic, after all that about heating! or poetic, rather!

And yet…

“Do you… Twilight? Do you love me?”

A soft snore confirmed that Twilight had already fallen asleep.

and oof…

“Yeah? Like I said it was fine Rarity. That sorta stuff is more your kind of thing than mine anyway. I don’t know how you get so much out of those old romance movies.”

“Do you want to?” Rarity asked, breathily, hoping the mist from the cheap old smoke machines, and motes of light from trashy disco balls disguised moisture beading in her eyes.

“Do I want to what?” Twilight replied.

and a much deeper oof, that Twilight’s default wasn’t to want to know exactly what Rarity got out of those old romance movies…

When one had all the figures and facts accounted for, and could excise needless, silly things like the flightiness of true, real emotion, then the stories would always be sweeter.

That’s what Rarity had always wanted, deep down. A grand, twisting, dramatic, epic, boring, predictable little story.

so true! this is so, so Rarity

The song finally came to an end, and Rarity realised with some disappointment that she’d missed the crescendo.

She guessed she’d likely have to wait for the next one, but all the world was a stage, and the pictures never stopped.

There was something about love, so Rarity let Twilight go, and allowed their dance to continue.

you know, i was hoping that it would end on an ambiguous note like this, and you delivered it perfectly. Rarity trying all along to match her real life to the cadence of her movies, and falling out of step each time, augh. you understand her so well, in a way i see very few other works do. it really is very beautiful. i love it so much. you have absolutely no business being this good, you know!

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