Entry 1
Mommy always told me I was special. Even since I was a colt, my mommy always told me I was special, different from everypony else. I never knew why. Probably because I have a lot of friends. They always hang out with me, they never seem to want to leave me alone. Even when I sleep, they're at my window or in my closet, wanting to play. They're many, my chums. Let's see, there's Magic Shine, she likes magic. There's Blazing Speed, he's a fast runner, and then there's my best friend. His name is Shadow. He's mysterious and cool, and he always took a liking to me. But, enough about that. My name is Spark. I hate my last name, I just like Spark or Sparky. I'm 15 and I live in Ponyville, which is a tiny town just outside of Canterlot. If you're wondering why I'm writing this, Doctor Shots wanted me to take care to write down everything I do or think about. So, here I am! Well, that's about all for today I think. So yeah, I'm just going to end it here.
Entry 2
I hate celery casserole. Mommy knows that I HATE celery casserole. Why'd she make me eat it?! Ew, I'm never going to be able to get that taste out of my mouth. There'd better be dessert later. She knows how I get when I don't get my way. She's been struggling since Papa died, but she still has me to take care of... I can never remember how my Papa died. My mommy says it was bad. There was blood everywhere, his intestines were 5 feet away from him. It sounds fascinating, I wish I were there to see it. Just imagine how it would feel to grab his insides when they were outside of him! That would be a surreal experience, I think. Come to think of it, I've never really "missed" my Papa, per se. I've just never felt his absence with Mommy always taking care of me. Sometimes she cries, you know. Just when I'm done playing with my friends, I'll come inside from a game of catch in the front yard and she'll just be crying. I never can figure why, I just ignore it. I think it's best to ignore the pain of others and just focus on yourself.
Entry 3
Shadow and I had a very fun day yesterday. We went for a stroll through town and went through all the shops. I got in trouble once, though. We were strolling through the china shop and Shadow dared me to knock down a table of their most expensive glassware. So, wanting to impress him, I did. I told the owner it was Shadow, but she didn't believe me. But it's ok, I didn't have to pay for it or anything, my mommy does. I'm sure we have enough money for it. She buys me lots of things. All I have to do is tell her I want them, and she'll get them for me. Once we got back from Main Street, we played with my ball outside for a long time, until it was almost dark. I told him I had to go inside for dinner, but he just said he could come in, and that my mommy would never know.
She never seems to acknowledge my friends anyway, so I told him, "Why not?". And he came in, and Mommy never seemed to notice.
He even slept over at my house. Again, Mommy never knew. We told scary stories and talked about mares at our school who we thought were cute. We eventually went to bed, and things got bad. Whenever Shadow's at my house for the night, I always have these terrible dreams. But, the more I have them, the better I can stand them. They're usually different, but one is recurring. It's my mommy, all skinned and just a skeleton. I can tell by her apron.
She walks towards me forever and just whispers, "That's a good colt. Mommy will never let you go..." over and over. But it isn't her voice... It's Shadow's.
And when I find that out in the dream, my mommy's skeleton picks me up and breaks every one of my bones slowly, and painfully. Once it's finally over, it throws me into a hole filled with rabid dogs who feast on my flesh until I look just like she does. That's usually when I wake up. Sometimes it will go on longer and it'll just be the same thing.
Entry 4
When I woke up, Shadow was gone. He must've left when I was asleep I thought to myself. But he didn't. I looked up and he was hovering up near my ceiling. His dark wings flapped nonchalantly as he watched me sleep.
I let out a quiet yelp. "Shadow, you scared me." I told him.
"You look like a colt when you sleep. So innocent, so mild." he replied. "It makes me wanna break you." he muttered coldly.
"Shad, what do you mean 'break me'?" I asked, confused and scared at the same time.
"What are you talking about, Sparky?" he asked after a second. "I never said anything like that."
Shadow was always right, so I kept what I heard in. "Oh, nothing. I must have just heard you wrong."
Silence.
"Wanna go downstairs and eat some breakfast?" I asked, breaking the numbness.
More silence.
"Shad? Shadow, you there?" I asked. His stare was blank and vacant.
After a moment's passing, he snapped back to reality. "Of course. Maybe your mom made pancakes." he said, with a hint of excitement in his tone.
We rushed downstairs in hopes of pancakes. And, like always, Shadow was right. Mommy had made us pancakes. Oh, how Shadow and I love them. I was grateful for Shadow's knowing powers. He was never wrong. He boasts this to me almost daily. Sometimes it gets annoying, but I really admire him. He's not afraid to do what must be done like Magic and Blaze are. Someday I want to be just like him. Just. Like. Shadow. Shadow is truth. Shadow is reason. Shadow is strength. Shadow is God.