Flash Fiction #3--July 22nd 2023--Saturday · 10:29pm Jul 22nd, 2023
I want to try exploring ideal and effective way’s to write fiction. It is pretty hard at times…
I think I need do the single sentence paragraph now because I really didn’t like some of my sentences yesterday!
Now...you may be wondering what is today’s short about well it’s about…
Twilight goes up a mountain in search of a relaxing day after Spikes comic books are destroyed after Tirek’s attack. Who's to say what she will find on slopes and valleys in the Iron Hoove Mountain Range…
NOTE: Another thing this little thing has gotten me to do is...slow down? In a manner of speaking? I am sure no one else would notice but, a interesting thing happens when you strive to publish every day! You have to enjoy the process...and hone your process! You also want to enjoy writing so conversely...slow down… : ) Cheer’s!
I also put in little joke because these are fun! Even, when their serious...
“Why did I do this?”
Her voice a racket of long night’s, coffee, special rainbow delivered coffee...and cradling a shaking, freshly clean dragon whelp.
Ash does stick to dragon’s scales? Ugh? I would never have imagined…
and then a voice sounding suspiciously like the wind (Or her mom) said, “Remember my drapes, the drapes!”
She sighed.
“More noise for Twilight...”
Still, Twilight put one hoove in front of the other.
Turning her face to the sun that hide just over the crest of the Iron Hoove mountain turning the top (where she wanted to go…) into the gates of tarter sauce.
It burn’s so…
Still, covered in sweat, ash and unmentionable dragon’s excretion's. She put one hoove in front of the other…and…
then...
she was back.
There.
With him.
Her horn burn’s with the might of three and a half alicorn’s and it’s only in later part’s of this battle that her-
home-
memories: Sleeping over’s with Rarity and Aj, Cuddling under the Luna’s star’s with Spike and a visit from Starswirl the bearded!
A blink.
Heart pumping, Limb’s going that pleasant tingling soreness that-
“You know, Purple, you need to be twenty percent cooler to get through this!.” Rainbow said. Her wing’s whipping up the air in her bedroom- tussling their manes into a fury, a nightmare.
It was a nightmare.
“You don’t know any other twilight, Rainbow.” Purple Twilight murmured with a faded grin.
“You know? Totally, Purple is...like the feeling you get when your limb’s are heavy, and your awesome has pumped and pumped and pumped some more! It want’s it! It’s awesome! You're awesome! And, You...need to keep going!”
Why? A tree, tall like Celestia was tall…
was...
It grew withered against rock and stone, and grass, and...eking out a living on the dark side of the mountain…
“Why...do I need to keep going? Why! Do! I! Need! To! Keep! going!” Twilight said, eyes trying and failing to hide the tear’s.
Her wing’s became a shroud and she was it’s shadow.
She had been beaten.
Her limb’s splayed and a large hand like the human’s across the mirror drew towards her…
Her breath was a whistle.
Cut’s littered her body and stung like the aftermath the Cutie Mark Crusader’s games.
All she could see was the glow of heated rock, and ruin-
“-trees! You got to be like the tree, Twilight, We all...you know...all that mushy stuff...that-”
Her voice quiet.
Twilight’s world was purple and warm and-
“Hey...Twi?”
“Hey…”
A pressure urged, The urged her out, out into a world that-
gone.
Her home was gone.
She was-
She was warm and world became mix of Twilight and Rainbow.
“I...got...you.” Rainbow’s voice was soft yet, bore it’s customary roughness.
Twilight replied.
The pressure, no, Rainbow’s hooves squeezed harder and-
Spike knelt before ash’s. The sun was high in the sky and the haze and ruin looked like a god...like-
Discord, discord-
betrayed-
us.
Her hooves burned.
Mist’s curl’s at the edges of her vision and so past another slope...she…
rest’s.
