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On the night before New Years Eve, Twilight takes a walk outside—a long walk. The air chills her coat. She alone comes to an alley.

There, she hums to the tune of Auld Lang Syne.

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joehighlord

joehighlord #1 · Dec 1st, 2013 · · ·

Yay, new story!

No... I can't think of anything original to post...

joehighlord

joehighlord #2 · Dec 1st, 2013 · 2 · 1 ·

well... That was... weird...

archonix

archonix #3 · Dec 1st, 2013 · · ·

Okay then. I just got something in my eye here, give me a moment.

There's a rash of this. Me, you... who's next?

Dusty Sage

Dusty Sage #4 · Dec 1st, 2013 · · ·

I hear you, Twi. I think I'm approaching that point myself.

lmagine

lmagine #5 · Dec 1st, 2013 · · ·

Wow, what a short but wonderful story. Though, here's a minor nitpick of mine. You might have used the word "inward" a bit too many times. Just something that bothered me, but that's all I can say. The story is quite spectacular for it's wondrous flow, and Twilight's perspective was done quite show accurate. I could see her saying these things to herself. Great job!

Deceased

Deceased #6 · Dec 1st, 2013 · · ·

Nigga just went full Nietzschopenhauer.

As a matter of voicing and message, I think it's fairly unique, but it certainly doesn't read as a narrative (obviously) so it's likely that some people will be deterred from putting effort in.

Very enjoyable nonetheless.

Axis of Rotation

Axis of Rotation #7 · Dec 2nd, 2013 · · ·

I gave it two reads, and I'm glad I did, because I think I picked up on more. It's the kind of writing that's more personal than not, I feel, and its purpose and meaning are deeper than the outer layer you see at first glance, that of Twilight walking from the hospital to Ponyville, talking briefly with AJ.

Anyway, is Twilight dying? I kept wondering what it was she was at the hospital all day for, and why she was in such a stupor at the beginning. But with the line, "The grandfather clock on the wall may now tick for me," I felt she was hinting that her days left to live were now measured, that whatever she had been told at the hospital was some tragic news. It would explain the daze she's in at first--I'd be in a daze too. Probably why she muses on her past, too.

Perhaps the world itself, everyone in it, is nothing more than a collection of frozen dirt clinging together only by the weak grip of the societal ice

This line stood out to me and I really liked it; it's well written and a unique metaphor. Whether I agree with it or not I don't know; I'd have to think about it for a bit.

Tomorrow I will not suffer, tomorrow my day will come, tomorrow happiness will claim me in its loving arms. Today my turmoil rages, tonight I'll twirl a knife, but tomorrow I shall be free

This I do agree with, in that it's how a lot of people face life--myself included, especially with my terrible procrastination. The idea of Tomorrow is the saving grace for many, their back-door exit from facing their troubles, but it's a lie, really. Though at the same time, it's also pretty integral to the idea of hope when you think about it, which is about something coming to fruition in the future, or tomorrow if you will. It depends on your worldview, of course, but I believe firmly in the concept of hope (and not just for willy nilly reasons); but you still gotta recognize the danger in putting too much faith in tomorrow.

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