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TwiwnB


30 years old closet brony from the center of Europe. Just happily doing my thing in my corner of the internet.

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Rarity is sad.
Why? Because of a statue. Or more precisely, because of herself, of who she is or who she wants to be.

This is the story about the statues that everypony try not to notice, not to give any attention whatsoever, about those pitiful statues laying all around the cities, seemingly waiting for all eternity against all odds, for something that seems like it will never come.

This isn't a sad story, it's about hope. Because I want some.

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I liked this story :)

2202608
Well, I'm both flattered and relieved (that you liked something I wrote, I do have an ego... and that you could enjoy it (which is the point of me publishing anything)) :P.

(Warning: This comment might or might not make sense. It has been written and rewritten during the last half hour. Partly because of this, it might also come of as blunt, which wasn't the intent. Read at your own risk :facehoof: )

I-...I-uh.

Okay. I tried reading this fic, summing everything up, and looking for metaphores, or something.
Then, I decided, as I wasn't able to think of anything, that I'd take a 10 minute break, and reread the whole fic again.
Because, it's really well written; It's very mysterious, and for the entire fic I'm wondering what the statue represents, if something.
So, now, after a second reading ... I'm still with Dash on this one.

“What is going on?”

Which kind of makes me torn whether I should comment here or not, because not understanding a fic can (I guess) be interpreted as bad critique, and that's the entire opposite of my reaction to this fic.

Anyhow, back to more structured commenting:
I liked this fic, you made a very interesting storyline, based on a statue. As mentioned earlier, both times reading, I kept wondering what this statue is, and what it represents.
Again, as mentioned, the entire setting is very mysterious, and as you keep telling the story from "your" (or, a storytellers) perspective, it adds to that mysterious feeling of "Something's up here".

As far as characters goes. You mentioned that Pinkie might be recieved as "strange" in this fic. I disagree. I think it fits with Pinkies random character to know about stuff that other characters don't, this statue-thingy included. She also knows how to fix the damage done by the statue.
Rarity is wellwritten too. Eventhough, we're thrown into her dark feelings and curiosity about this stange statue. So, assuming she is able to reach this state of depression/mixed emotions, she is also in character.

I feel like I've started rambling a little though. What I want to get across is that I enjoyed this fic a lot, I mean, I even didn't mind reading it twice :twilightsheepish:

Lastly, another thing I disagree with, "Well, as always, I'm no artist.". Your fics are really good-
I'm bad at peptalk, or what category this falls under, sorry :facehoof:, but;
- really, in this fic for example, take this segment:

I shouldn’t need to remind you how fast we can adapt to our environment. The first time you are somewhere, everything seems so big and strange and just too complex and sometimes even magical. But after some time, we find our marks. We use those many little tricks we instinctively know to make us dominate our surroundings and master it to the point that it seems like a part of us and ceases to amaze us.

I cannot, unfortunately, speak more about how much of a shame it is that we feel that need to take away everything from our surroundings that, in the end, was what made it interesting. But I’m here to tell you about the statues.

I dont know if these are your own words, or some famous quote, the latter references usually slip by me. But either way, that segment was an perfect opening to the overall mystic (I keep using that word) feeling in this fic. You introduced the reader to an story with unexpected turns.


I hope this comment made some sense, I shouldn't be trying to write coherent comments this late, but, I just wanted to get that across too.

Summarizing: A great fic, really, in-depth and well throughtrough.
Liked and faved :twilightsmile:
Thanks for putting this up for everyone to enjoy.
M

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Wow, I rarely get such a detail return.

“What is going on?”

Well, I kind of thought it was self explanatory, I apologize. For once, I thought it was too obvious so I didn't try to put a big first degree like I would have for another story. Turned out I was wrong.

I wrote this story because I come from a very little town (which means, less than a thousand inhabitants) and have to go in a very big town (which means, thirty thousands inhabitants, yes, I live in a little country). And everytime I go there, I see those "statues" and I've got to ignore them and it burns inside.
They almost never move, we try not to attract their attention, not to create any bond, and I've seen them under the rain or the snow, asking for help with their hand begging.

The statue is a beggar. Sorry if this crushes the "mysterious feeling". But it's the truth, that's what I had in mind. I couldn't put a real beggar in Equestria (at least not in Ponyville, I have a whole story about a one wing pony that I can't write because of that), but my brother has always been kind of fascinated by all the statues in the show, so...
I also wanted to not go too much near the wheeping angels of doctor who or other statues stories.

Now if you prefer your own meaning, whatever it might be, I won't mind. As I said in the beginning, we would all gladly think of anything else, about the sun, about smiling and being happy. (and it works ^^)

She also knows how to fix the damage done by the statue.

She was taking care of the statue, giving her what she needed the most, somepony who would consider her as a pony being and not an architectural curiosity, not giving wealth, but warmth and care. And trying to keep Rarity away, even if it means lying to her.

I have to admit, I tried to keep the idea that it could have been just a real statue to the very end, to try and show how strongly we try to ignore the real nature of the beggar.
And I'm not making any point there. I won't change my behavior and I don't want anybody to change his or hers in any way. I just wanted to put words on what I'm living.

The rose only means:
"The world is beautiful and so are you."
I do believe it's hard to be happy without believing that.

You know, I think I'm actually justifying the story way too much. Bottom-line, it's about beggars and the strange relationship we have with them.

I'm bad at peptalk, or what category this falls under, sorry

You don't need to apologize. It's very kind of you to try and give the peptalk. I can try and stop saying that I'm bad if it helps, but I won't stop thinking it for two reasons:
1) it's true. I've seen many way better stories and more talented authors (some through your reading by the way) and I struggle so much to write even the simplest of stories...
2) I think I should keep that one to myself actually :P. Too personal. But I'll be fine ^^.

Thanks for putting this up for everyone to enjoy.

My pleasure. I'm quite happy people could enjoy reading it. I always fear I might be wasting people's time.

Sorry for the time it took me to reply, but I just woke up here in Europe. By the way, time to go to work...

ps: at least I can give the meaning of this story withtout any fear, not like some others stories I've written that I'm glad not many people must have understood :P.

ps 2:

or some famous quote

I think it's a universal enough feeling, so I might have heard it somewhere before. If that's the case, I just don't know where and who from.

ps 3: thanks for taking the time to comment.

2253558 Hehe, I'm European too, and pretty much just woke up; Don't worry about taking time to reply, an reply itself is appreciated :twilightsmile:

My reaction whean reading your reply goes something along with
Aaaah, of course :facehoof:

Thing is, I guess I have a hard time seeing such deep meaning in written text when it isn't obvious, I'm guessing because before joining this fandom, I pretty much didn't read anything at all. And, well, someone who always has enjoyed reading I assume has more experience interpreting words than I do.

And, yet, knowing what you meant by you telling me, I still think I'd call the fic "mysterious", because, agreeing with you, it might be interpreted differently by another reader.
Thanks for explaining it, and, as I tried pointing out in the first comment, don't blame your writing on me understanding, I'd rather take the blame here for not having enough experience reading to connect the dots with stuff like this.
:twilightsmile:

About thinking that you're bad at writing; Write it out if you feel like it, I won't stop you, heh, I'll just continue disagreeing with you ;)
Then again, if I ever was to write something, I'd probably undergo thoughts along the same line and would probably end up not posting it anyway.. Which maybe wasn't that good of a motivator, scratch that.
What I want to get across I assume is simply that, that I think you're a bit hard on yourself. You might think you see "better" authors out there, but you aren't anything like "bad" at writing. Yet I dislike categorizing authors into "good" and "bad", I'd rather critize the fics themselves if something, therefor;
I think that the fics of yours that I've read are good, and those where I've commented, well, you got my thoughts.

Oh well, good luck at work. I myself are going to get a car transported to here, of all random things :twilightsheepish:
M

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European? Sollte ich in Deutsch schreiben? Ou bien en français? I don't know other languages actually, so... english should do fine.

More seriously:

I'd rather take the blame here for not having enough experience reading to connect the dots with stuff like this.

I'm not trying to be cryptic and very smart. Mostly because I also never "get it" and I'm almost always frustrated by it. I enjoy a story if the first degree is good, and then, maybe, I can find a second degree behind.

But thereafter, I usually don't really want the second degree to be understood (that what was meant to exist, oh my god...).

Well, I've got work to do and, actually, four stories that I'm working on... Just no time. I guess it's all about time.

2254136 Nein, ich sprache leider nicht Deutsch. And, not French either. Swedish & Polish are the go-to-languages for me

Four stories?! Whoa, hehe, good luck with them all, as with work :twilightsmile:

Hm, I guess we partly agree on fics with deeper meaning then, eh, I think, or something. I'd write something that makes more sense, but I'm kind of also in a hurry now, haha. Indeed, it's all about time. :twilightsmile:

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