Extremely short story pilot · 12:49pm Nov 24th, 2014
More of a proof of concept, one I came up with and started writing without actually polishing (I've found that every time I actually plan out a story, I end up not really writing it at all).
I'll edit this blog later to provide a bit of context, but read this and tell me if you understand what's going on.
“Alright,” I said, frowning and rubbing my forehead. “Occam’s razor says that this has something to do with the device we’ve been using. You say it was definitely a third party that did it, not some natural phenomenon?”
“Yes,” was the reply. “Definitely a third party; he was arrested and everything, but apparently he doesn’t know what he did, exactly. Everyone’s been panicking and nopony, not even the princesses, know how to get them back, or even where they are.” A pause. “Besides me. I suppose. Do you know how to get her and the others back?”
“No,” I muttered, “I’m not a real scientist, and even if I knew how this thing worked, I’d have no way to find the other five.” I grabbed a pen and jotted down some notes, randomly writing down ideas and thoughts. “Right, tell your princesses as soon as we’re done talking; they’re more experienced with magic, and they might be able to direct me or something.” My frown deepened. “Or they could just find a way to get here directly, but I’d rather save that as a last resort - I wouldn’t be surprised if some country tried to declare war on you, even if it’s on the basis of a misunderstanding.
"Also," I added, "there’s a fourth party involved in this - the ones who made the tablet, and presumedly directed her to my doorstep. So keep that in mind.” I stared at my mishmash of notes - useless, the lot of them - and sighed. “Besides that, I don’t think I can help getting her or the others back. I don’t know anything about magic or whatever. I don’t know who to send her to, either, except maybe the government - but they might decide that it’d be better to just study her than actively attempt to send her back.”
“Right. I’ll just go ask the Princess for help.” The mint-colored quadruped nodded and left the tablet’s field of view. A few seconds later, she came back, an embarrassed expression on her face as she levitated her own tablet. “Forgot to grab this. I’ll just end the call.”
“Yeah, all-”
A slight but audible whimper interrupted me, and as I turned to look at its source, a pair of wide, innocent eyes faced me. A lavender unicorn foal’s eyes, actually, one with a starburst emblazoned on its rump. “Um, actually, could you help me? I don't know what to feed her.”
Hm... Well, I could assign more cognitive resources to making deductions, but I think that my answer to "Do you understand what's going on here?" has to be "Not really".
2614064 Alright.
This was both a way to test my ability to be logical in fiction writing and my ability to write (clearly I shouldn't be writing anything with rationality as a major part, because reading it in hindsight, it doesn't make much sense to me, either), but the idea was that it'd be a sort of 'my little dashie' thing with Twilight (box and message and all - should have alluded to that), except that the main character had contact with Lyra Heartstrings. If I actually make the story (and I shouldn't - not yet, at least), I'm sort of hoping for it to turn into a first-contact thing with the MC and Lyra at the center, and the six magical foals on Earth, as well as the tablets (by which it's meant tablet devices that allow comms between worlds), being a major source of tension, since it was deliberate on someone's part (according to the MC)
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…Huh. That sounds, at least to my admittedly sometimes unusual perception, like a very strange story.