Chapter 1 - Uproar
Chapter 1
Seriously I Need A Title
September 27, 2011
“Uproar”
Now able to keep my eyes open, I hastily went through my routine to see what all the fuss was about yesterday. Flicked through the channels fully dressed in the living room; Fox, CNN, the local weather channel, but I found nothing (which by now you know is as usual). Maybe at work I’ll find out, if I can make it.
Panting furiously, I clocked in with few seconds to spare. “I seriously have got to set a bedtime.” Everyone seemed fine at the store; I don’t think the storm was much of a big deal. Registers went about with their calculations, customers went about buying what they need, hooded people went about buying sacks of carrots—what? This man seemed to believe there to be a one person max policy in the vegetable section, as he left whenever someone else approached and then come back when vacant. I’m aware of those MMA fighter types that like to wear their hoodies up, but this guy seemed suspicious.
Wait a minute, loud noise in the night, suspicious man trying to be alone in a public place, maybe he’s a bomber! Or maybe not, yes—no, AGH…I’ll just ask. Maneuvering past the produce, I tapped him on the shoulder.
“Can I help you?” Funny as hell, that spooked his ass. Eyes locked (or my eyes locked to the tip of his hood), my feet together and his anxious to run, it seemed like a good minute has been stretched like taffy.
“No no, I’m fine thank you” said the customer, a bit quietly though.
“Oh okay, if you need anything, feel free to ask me or any of our employees.”
“Yeah-thanks” he said. I walked right past the customer, and after a good few feet, I turned around and saw the customer gone. Maybe he has a fat bunny that eats lots of carrots and the storm just rattled him a bit. How stupid was I? Really, like a bomber would leave a bomb in a pile of carrots. Looked at my watch and realized it was quitting time for me, so I punched my time card and left.
Houses lay vacant, children no longer plays in the fields, businesses are monotone; as much as I love walking, a new view wouldn’t hurt. How I wish I could paint over this city as my mother could paint this city over canvas. According to legend, this place wasn’t always so devoid of activity; my parents lived in those times, and only pictures that I’ve seen in old restaurants serve as the only memorials to that image. My mother and father lived happy, and wished the same for me growing up. Sadly, I cannot say I have achieved that wish of theirs.
While walking home I stopped in mid-thought when I noticed a crap load of garbage in my way. “The nerve of some people” I muttered as I picked up the scattered litter. During my younger years, I tried to do what I could for the community. I’d pick up trash when I saw it, or I’d attempt to help my neighbors. It was a losing battle; I’ve given up any hope of cleaning this city, much less my neighborhood. Now I’ll just pass the trash by, letting it blow away in the breeze or sit there and decompose. But today for some reason I felt generous, yep, something’s off today.
“Alright finished” I said, satisfied that this piece of concrete is clean, only to notice more garbage that just magically appeared. “Are you-FFFFFFFFffffff, alright, going home.” I tried, there is no point in trying anymore. People don’t change. Reluctantly dragging my feet toward home, I fished the key out of my pockets, opened the door into my last ritual of the day.
You know the drill; I unslung my bag lazily onto the floor, unzipped my jacket, pulled the silk boa constrictor from around my neck, and relaxed the laces on my boots as my ass made itself comfortable my office chair.
The internet is life’s time killer, murdering most of the night while I browsed Equestria Daily (the central station for bronies) and my deviantArt page. Fan drawings, PMVs (Pony Music Videos), fan fiction, your usual cult assortment. Like when watching an episode of My Little Pony, I felt the deep abyss in my heart looking at the bright colors on-screen. I recoil a bit at the bright colors, the joyful faces of the ponies, and the peaceful scenery of their world. It’s so hard to look at that beautiful world, having it so close to my grasp; I reach out to touch its warm colors and bright, smiling faces of the ponies. Only to be stopped by my computer screen.
“Did it again, ow my nose.” Time to turn in, I shut down the computer and went to bed. Like I said, I’m not letting ponies make late for work again. Wish I could buy a Rainbow Dash plushie so that I could, erm, cuddle with it instead of this old lion toy. Looked up Rainbow Dash plushies on Google, could only find them on ebay and you know what, they are expensive as hell! If I had one, I’d protect it for dear life, like a father shielding his child from danger, the only joy of life left in the world for him. Holding up my toy, I said, “You’ll have to do.”
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A fan film you say? THat sounds like an extraordinary idea. I wish you much luck in that project.
You good sir, have earned a track. Good luck with de movieh magicks
Do keep us posted, I would love to see a movie version of this
Ugh, why can't you people leave the story alone? It was amazingly done and people are ruining it by doing this sort of thing, there has been ONE good sequel, adaption, alternate ending and it was nowhere near as good as the orginal but it still held it's own from the start. I'm not saying stop this I'm saying think through what your typing.
I don't understand why a story needs adapting into story form?!
212928
I agree, just like Cupcakes, Past Sins and Fallout: Equestria. There are too many unofficial alt. endings/sequels being made and are ruining what they are supposed to be about. (Personal difference for me is that I don't like any of the stories I just listed.)
Little Dashie was a good story an' all people, but I don't think it deserves this much of a reputation for THREE FUCKING SEQUELS AND SOME OTHER SHIT NO ONE CARES ABOUT.
script writing for a movie, or for a true novel format, are VASTLY different from that of a short story. My Little Dashie has always been a short story. i look forward to seeing how this turns out.
These Dashie stories...please...no more...
Me personally, i think a MLD movie is a great idea!
If everything goes the way it's suppose to, it just might be as big as the fic itself.
One question though.
Is it gonna be a live action kinda thing?
Or is it all gonna be animated? Like a cartoon.
Tracking now, definitely gonna read it all once it's up
Movie adaptations never do a story justice, I am frightened. Of course, you could be the one to break that routine. Good luck.
Also, I'm enjoying this story, short as the chapters are. Keep it up.
212928 I have to agree it's so many different versions of so many fics that I have trouble finding the original sometimes.
I really like the idea of a fan animation but I do have one beef with your writing so far. You're spelling things out directly that are said in more passive ways in the original story. For example, you're TELLING us more about the fact that his world is bleak and the ponies colorful where in the original story it seemed more like we were being shown this, although there was some actual text talking about it, the reader's intelligence wasn't insulted. I would think with film your ability to SHOW and not tell would be even more powerful. I look forward to the fan film because I really do want to see how it turns out, but please keep this one point in mind. Thanks.
214020 Yes I know
Consider it like the movie National Treasure and how there's stuff on the back of the Declaration of Independence (make believe) Keen eye though 
214003 Thank You, I'll keep that in mind. Constructive criticism like that is what I was looking for. This is after all a rough draft meant to be overseen by the community.
so..your doing an animation? brw, i did u a favor, and watched you! :D
213225 Live-action with animation, think Who Framed Roger Rabbit?
213182 I didn't like those ones either(except Cupcakes) and I think My little dashie does deserve this sort of thing but I bet one day the orginal other will say enough.
I love the idea of a movie and stuff so i'm going to track it but i think this bit :(Life is supposed to be full of color, so I guess you can say I have no life; empty, dull and gray; like this dying city you could say (hey that rhymed!). Houses lay vacant, children no longer play in the fields, businesses are monotone; colorless and lifeless. How I wish I could paint over this city as my mother could paint this city over canvas. According to legend, this place wasn’t always so devoid of activity; my parents lived in those times, and only pictures that I’ve seen in old restaurants serve as the only memorials to that image. My mother and father lived happy, and wished the same for me growing up. Sadly, I cannot say I have achieved that wish of theirs.) Could be made into song. I kinda sang a little tune to it. I would be happy if you could do that but having a fan movie is as good enough.
Also has anyone done a fan movie? Just asking.
Why is this rated 2 stars? People hating for using MLD? Blargh. Ignore them. Continue, please.