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With enough momentum, pigs fly just fine.

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Out in the middle of nowhere there is a wall. No one knows who built it, for what reason, or how it was even constructed to begin with. All everypony understands is that it is there and that you can write on it. You can write whatever you want.

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I enjoyed reading this.

Wow. Amazing.

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Is this in any way related to the discussion on Bradel's blog? Because I connected this to fanfiction -- well, writing in general -- and then it started giving me chills.

2765420
It might. If anything, maybe Bad Horse's one statement that overly verbose stories tend to be too long for what they have to say. I may have felt challenged in that regard, I dunno. I guess it could be applied to anything really. I had no intention of connecting it that way.

This story made me feel. I can't say for sure what it made me feel, but it touched me in a way that few stories do. Thought-provoking, inspirational, and well written and paced. Thank you for this.

Wow...

This seems so much like an allegory for the choices we make in life, how we leave marks on the world (and how much is unexplored), and how meaningless it may seem.

I don't know why, but this story made me feel an intense sense of awe all the way through. Despite it's unusual nature, I think this is a terrific story.

Very interesting. While the fic gives the impression that you are trying to make a point, I am not sure if what I am seeing is what you intended, or if this fic actually work as a Rorschach test of sorts, with we attributing a value to the journey to the wall that reflects more who we are than what you are writing about. For me, it is about how complex symbolic gestures have meaning and value, even if that is indiscernible to others.

At the same time, that is just part of the fic, and in the beginning you describe the wall as situated in the middle of a particularly plain place. The journey, indeed, can't be that hard - it is essentially a long stroll through a field full of food. I don't believe reaching the wall can be that difficult for a pony, so long as he doesn't decide to leave the path and return home. Maybe the real challenge is committing to the journey, and writing on the wall is just an afterthought, a consequence.

And now that I think about it, who is talking with Twilight? The transition between Narrator and Speaker is pretty seamless, but she never seems fazed by being lectured by something near a wall in the middle of nowhere...

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I woke up six hours after writing this story to see it published on the site and admittedly it took a me awhile to remember if there was a message behind it. With time to think, I believe it has to do with the marks we leave behind on the world, and how some of us go so far to do such a small thing. There's more to it I'm sure, but I personally love stories that leave things open for interpretation and where the reader can walk away with their own understandings, such as 2765420 had done. To be honest, I still don't completely see how he took away what he did, and I love that aspect all the more.

As for the transitioning between narrator and speaker... Like the author's note says: it was an experiment. I'm not quite sure what I was thinking with my insomniac mind. But the question as to who Twilight is speaking to or taking a lecture from? What comes to mind is the wall itself and her herself. Are there more possibilities? I'm sure of it. I have no definitive answer. Like I stated previously, I love it when people walk away with their own understandings. I'm just happy to see you seemed to have enjoyed it and have taken away something of your own.

hmm... not bad,its a nice,thouht provoking story.nice job!:pinkiehappy: :twilightblush::scootangel:

Really nice story. I was instantly reminded of Cold's story (as well as Amit's "A Description of a Fountain in Canterlot's Gardens"), and yet you make the concept feel fresh. Well done, and with plenty of room for interpretation.

Oh, and Nietzsche is best pony.

I like what you did with this piece. It's another one of your pieces that just leave you thinking in the end. I really don't know where's I'm going with this, so I'll just say this was a great story.

I definitely felt that Cold in Gardez vibe going on here. I like it. By the way, he's since expanded that story; it's now called Lost Cities, and includes 3 more short stories. Have a great day! :pinkiehappy:

I can’t help but wonder what’s next?

:ajbemused::facehoof:

I get the feeling that writing on the opposite side is really a bad idea.

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