Fluttershy arrives home from the market to find Rainbow Dash waiting for her. Rainbow Dash reluctantly reveals that she was tasked by Weather Manufacturing Services with the unenviable job of informing Fluttershy that her sister has been killed in an accident in Cloudsdale. Fluttershy struggles to come to terms with the news, stunned that a pony who had always seemed invincible could suddenly be gone. Mercifully, she won't have to fight this battle alone.
Another iteration in the "Sun Eater" universe. Expect strong language, non-sexual adult themes, and substance abuse.
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Very sad, but at the same time, very good. I like how you exploited genuine emotions and while I doubt Fluttershy would be able to more or less stop crying after only an hour, I still think it was a really good short story
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Don't worry; she's not done crying.
Thanks for reading!
AMAZING!
And by amazing I mean D'AAAwwwwwwww.
And by D'AAAwwwwwwww I mean
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I mean simply wonderful. In a nutshell, the onl thing I'd change would be the wording when fluttershy explains what she feels when she watches rainbow dash and windy fly. It could have been worded less precisely, like for Windy she says "It feels so fast and extreme, but loose and not so controlled" and for dash she says "so edgy and sharp, like you've already planned the whole thing.
This stand-alone nearly made me cry toward the end. I don't cry. Ever. That alone should be enough to say about the power of your words.
I don't even know how to describe how much I love reading your stories. There's a certain quality about the way you write that I admire greatly. It's like finding a gemstone in a cave: dirty, uncut, scuffed and scratched from the darker stone around it, but it shines and glistens all the same.
The day you finally decide to stop writing is the day that the literary world loses one of its most talented and special writers, but until that day, I can take comfort in the knowledge that I can look forward to reading something new from your ever-imaginative and ever-realistic mind. Even when the day comes that I (may or may not) have read everything you have written, I can still take the same comfort in re-reading your amazing works and marveling at your ingenuity and skill with the written word. I hope you never stop writing the way you do.
The worst days start out great. Then life bends us over the nearest flat surface and fucks till we bleed