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// Drama 
// Story: What's in The Box? 
// by Silver Inkwell 
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Drama

Pinkie pie stared at the items that she had found in a very old cardboard box up in the attic. She didn’t want to cry, but on this occasion, it just felt almost impossible to avoid, she sniffled back her emotions and feelings though.

She had to stay strong, she needed to stay strong for what still remained with the rest of her family, her parents had just died and now it was just herself and her sisters that were now still alive that were left in the whole entire family. It was only them, and because of that, she just had to stay strong.

She shuffled through the very old pictures and junk things and stuff that she had found in the cardboard box and very carefully considered her options.

Would she and her sisters try to do something new or would they instead remain to pick up whatever might have been left and remained on the farm?

Both options wouldn’t be easy, but at least for right now she still had time to try and decide what might be best for them, but she had no idea what could ever possibly would be the best for all of them. She was lost, confused, all alone in the dark, and worst of all, she had no pony else to help her out. It felt like her whole entire life up until very recently was happy and filled with great joy and delight, but now it just felt like a written series of events specifically designed to make her life into one very large big huge dramatic scene, almost like it was as if she was being written into a story right now… Suddenly she looked up from all the junk, stuff, and things up towards a wall where the audience was.

Yep, she was definitely being written into a story right now. 

She didn’t know how or why that was though exactly, she just knew it.

And don’t question why or how please, because she’s Pinkie Pie!

Well at least she wasn’t alone anymore, or at least in the technical sense of the word. She was being watched so technically that could count for something.

She sniffled and slowly wiped away the tear from her eye. She couldn’t let them see her like this, she was supposed to be the happy pony full of great joy and delight, but then suddenly a thought came into her mind implanted by the author. Sometime it’s alright to cry because sometimes no matter how hard we might try to fight it there will always be that one day that everything goes wrong.

She made a face of deep contemplation and thought, she supposed that the author was right, but then suddenly the box glowed purple and just like all the other Pinkie Pies she was sucked into a completely different world.