She might be an actress for a living, but how long can she pretend that everything's going to be okay?
(temporary desc for now, until I can think of a better one.)
Just someone who loves to read, write, watch ponies, and listen to music. Not much else, because ponies.
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She might be an actress for a living, but how long can she pretend that everything's going to be okay?
(temporary desc for now, until I can think of a better one.)
I wanted eternal night. Looks like I got it.
Luna sits on the moon, mentally recapping how and why she got sent there.
(Cover art done by MsLilly on deviantart)
All my life, I've done as I've been told. I've done my work, stayed out of trouble, and obeyed my elders. That's what life is about right? Doing things correctly? But, as I watch the pegasi, animals, and other winged creatures, I wonder. What would it feel like? If I were to fly- just for a moment- would the loneliness go away, as I think it would? Or would flying condemn me, consume me, contaminate me, until I am no better than them? I wish to prove them wrong, I wish it would be as joyous as I imagine. But do I take that risk, for what if when all is done, not only will my fantasies be broken, but all of what's left of my hope as well?
(as the story progresses I will add more character/category tags)