Do we all know the mail mare. Do we know the cards dealt to Ditzy Hooves, fellow child of a line lost to time. Her story is wistful and bittersweet. Meadows wash with bathing light, but, in darkest night, she remembers how she became her own tragedy.
I've moved on from writing stories that revolve around ponies. That have to be specifically within or dealing with the universe, and writing in a fandom that will not enjoy my work just because it isn't sunshine and rainbows or generic vanilla self-insert bullshit.
2453495 Sad? But, whatever do you mean. It's the iridescent rush of seeing that everything in life is a great struggle and victory, should you ever doubt the sunrise.
2453497 ... that in itself is both deep and enlightening, and i am kind ofd like the doctor, I don't like endings, i do not like it when writers end their stories or cancel them
2453502 There's great peace in the end, friend. And, beyond that peace, another spark to light the dark. When you spend your days fighting love, country, rifle and joy, you realize how amazing that respite is. And, in time, you realize how leasing it is to sit down and enjoy another beginning.
nice song, a bit sad though
2453495 Sad? But, whatever do you mean. It's the iridescent rush of seeing that everything in life is a great struggle and victory, should you ever doubt the sunrise.
2453497 ... that in itself is both deep and enlightening, and i am kind ofd like the doctor, I don't like endings, i do not like it when writers end their stories or cancel them
2453502 There's great peace in the end, friend. And, beyond that peace, another spark to light the dark. When you spend your days fighting love, country, rifle and joy, you realize how amazing that respite is. And, in time, you realize how leasing it is to sit down and enjoy another beginning.
2453524 i suppose, but i cannot help but think that even when things end, something dies unfulfilled