Emotions, pain, struggle, death, happiness, joy, friendship, sadness, depression and regret. Things that make the world the one we know. - A collection of short stories, all based upon a simple idea that came to my mind at the time.
Emotions, pain, struggle, death, happiness, joy, friendship, sadness, depression and regret. Things that make the world the one we know. - A collection of short stories, all based upon a simple idea that came to my mind at the time.
These short stories are all mostly little short scenes, pretty much never exceeding 500 words each, which all just seem to end up as little exercises for myself to improve my writing. Thought I'd share them as I complete them, just out of my own personal interest. Please don't expect much, or a continuous plot, however please enjoy.
It was as if the world was slowly pressing down harder and harder against my body. I struggle to drag hoof after hoof forward in a desperate attempt to find water. The dry air seems to suck the remaining droplets of water from my body, as even my sweat begins to dry up.
I pant, my hoarse throat groaning in displeasure at the sensation. Hot air fills my lungs with each desperate pant, and my hooves wince at the dagger-like sharpness of the scalding sand beneath them; my legs ache from what felt like an eternity of endless wandering through this blasted desert with no end . Water. The one thing this Celestia-damned place doesn’t have. I pause only for breath, before resuming my foray onwards. Water. This damn desert, this damn relic, why did I ever come here? I stomp my front hoof in frustration and my grayscale mane falls in front of my eyes. I sigh and brush it back, before reaching around to clasp my canteen in my mouth. I tilt it upwards, trying to milk it of whatever non-existent moisture remains lurking in the deep bowels of the canteen. Nothing. No water. Just cool air, and an everlasting thirst.
I’ve tried, tried so hard this whole day, but as it comes to a close… it feels like it’s time to regress into the depths of slumber for one more night. My cyan eyelids droop ever lower over my deep magenta irises, and my soft cloud bed appears to be ever more inviting.
I yawn, my mouth opening wide. I sigh and stretch out my wings; they ache after a hard day of training – I’ve almost perfected a triple ultimate backflip manoeuvre, but right now all I can think of is a nice long rest. My whole body aches from the trials of my rigorous training scheme, and as I lay down on my bed, I completely relax.
I yawn again as I shift around to get more comfortable, and I slowly sink in to the soft bliss that is my bed. I pull the wonderbolt patterned doona up to just below my head and snuggle in. As I close my eyes, my mind begins to slow.
“One day I’ll make it,” I whisper softly to myself, “One day.”
But for now, all I can do is sleep. My breathing slows into a rhythmic pattern, and I begin to drift off. It’s been a busy day, and I’m tired, so very tired.
It was as if the whole world had me doing something for them. I needed to do something for everypony! I need to have the library organised in time, I can’t have it like this when the Princess arrives! I run from one corner of the room to the other, picking up books telekinetically as I pass them.
“Spike! I need you to organise the shelves in order of importance relevant to Starswirl The Bearded’s final study on the relative theory of spellbinding, and in turn have each of the books in alphabetical order based on their translation into the language of the Ancient Griffins!”
“Ummm, sure Twilight…” Spike murmurs in reply.
“Hmmm now let me see, this goes here, and this goes here…” I mumble to myself, my mane a mess, by Celestia Rarity would not accept me looking like this… OH GODDESSES I’ll need to look good if the princess is coming! Oh no there’s so much to do, just so much to work out! What am I going to do? I need this to be perfect; it can’t be anything less than that for the princess! Oooooh how am I going to be ready in time?
“Argh!” I yell in frustration and drop everything I was holding, books clatter to the floor around me, ruining any attempt to organise the library in a unique fashion. I sigh, it’s hopeless, I’ll never be ready in time…
A faint knocking drifts from the front door.
“CELESTIA?!?” I yell, “HERE ALREADY?” I run around in a panic, shoving books on shelves where there’s an empty space, I need to get this done, now’s the time to panic!
I squint my magenta eyes as wind whips past me, howling in protest. I smile as adrenaline fills me as I pick up speed. Patchworks of farmland blur below me, painting the earth in an evolving lush green, the sky, a clear blue above me. My tense muscles strain from the physical exertion. My eyes sting from the cold, harsh air. I breathe heavily as I slowly run out of breath; it begins to get harder to move forward.
The warm sun shines down on my back, filling me with warmth and comfort. The clear skies ahead beckon me on. I accelerate further, dashing through the sky with ease. My prismatic mane and tail whip around in the wind behind me. My wings beat harder and faster. I soar through the sky, faster than any pony has ever flown before. Nopony can keep up, no matter how hard they try! This is where I was always meant to be, above the common rabble below.
Up here in the sky, none of their day to day problems mean anything, in fact, up here in the sky, I don’t even need to pretend they exist, up here in the sky, freedom is everywhere. I can do what I want, free of any guilt, free of any worries. In fact, it is up here in the sky where I feel most at peace, and only when the rest of my life is far behind in distant Ponyville do I feel truly alive. I was born to be up here, I was born to fly.
Just watching the little angels scurry around melts my heart. The way they prance and dance about is just one of the most adorable things I have ever seen! I could sit here and watch them for days, without a care in the world!
It fills me with such joy to see the gorgeous little faces of my darling animals gaze up at me with a beaming smile on their faces as they go about their day. It’s comforting to think that for all the love and attention I give them that they love me back… Oh but that doesn’t matter of course, I-I-I mean only if they want to that is…
I, I suppose I should let them be, but I can’t they just fill me with too much wonder and joy.
I can’t wait, this was the best thing that has happened all year! I’ve been waiting for this my whole life, and it’s as if the Goddesses have heard my calls!
It’s been what, 5 years now? And finally I’ve done it! A whole year of hard work payed off! I’ve been saving up my bits, and if my maths is correct, I should have enough! I can finally make it to the most awesomest thing in all of Equestria!
I can’t stop grinning, this is just too awesome, I mean, to be able to go and see the one and only Wonderbolts perform their number one airshow in Cloudsdale is awesome enough, but front row seats!!
I flutter my wings in excitement, and my smile only grows wider. “This is gonna be sooo awesome!” I cheer. I can’t help myself, I’m just so excited!
Slowly, steadily, the sun’s golden rays begin to brush against the delicate surface of the world. Golden beams of light flit their way through the luscious green leaves of the trees that surround a lone lake, dappling the calm water with irregular shadows, ever changing in the gentle morning breeze.
I stand alone by the lake, gazing out across the sea of apple trees that stretch out before me for as far as the eye can see, mounting hills and disappearing again behind them. The rising sun casts long shadows across the valleys of green that span for miles eastward.
My breath casts soft wisps of disturbance amongst the crisp morning air, causing spirals of fine mist to radiate from my freckled features. I gently lift off my Stetson hat and shake my head, clearing the morning fogginess from my brain.
A big day ahead, and it’s already begun. The warmth of the radiant morning sun warms my orange fur as I trot off into the sprawling orchid before me, turning my back on this peaceful sunrise to greet the day before me.
