Sneak Preview · 2:51pm May 27th, 2014
Decided to start writing an idea that I had on Saturday.
As always, I welcome feedback. This is rough still, and other's opinions are what fixes that.
Summer.
A suffocating box of heat. That’s what it was. In the shortest possible way, in the shortest amount of words, that’s how I would describe summer.
Stupid summer.
Summer wasn’t subtle, it wasn’t secretive. It didn’t bother hiding its presence. From the moment it woke you up it was there, leaving you craving something else to wash it away. The only pool I would know over these long months was the pool of sweat that clung to my coat. It gave you no rest.
And neither did my family, the Apples.
Summer was our busiest month and everypony and anypony had to pull their share.
It just wasn’t fair!
I didn’t even have my cutie mark yet and I was out there from dawn past dusk, busting my rump for apples. And what was my reward. Nuthing! Nuthing but stupid apples. Apples, apples, apples! That was what my summer amounted to! Red, yellow, orange, green; they were all there. Never giving me peace.
Summer wasn’t a box of heat, oh no. There was something that represented it even more accurately. Something even worse, you might say. I know I’d say it was worse.
Summer was an apple. It was the rotten core of a tossed apple that not even the pigs would touch.
I'm more of a winter person as well.
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I'm writing a crossover here.