A pony returns to Ponyville on Hearth's Warming Eve. Amidst the snow and festivities, he runs into a curious mare wallowing by her lonesome, and he does his best to cheer her up. Together, both ponies learn that no chance meeting is ever an accident, for there is love beyond what lingers.

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ping111 #1 · Dec 24th, 2013 · · 36 ·

Could it really be?



What a pleasant surprise to find. Please be gentle on my emotions. :unsuresweetie:

EDIT: You never fail to disappoint; a sad and warming tale.


This was incredible, man.

I shed a tear at the end, I truly did.

~Skeeter The Lurker

Okay, maybe that was just a little brash earlier. It's just that... It means a lot to me.

Anyway, I'm gonna have to read this later, else my tears will freeze to my face.

I was expecting Harmony spending christmas in dead Ponyville all by herself... but okay.

layers upon layers of freshly baked candied sweats.

and one instance of Hearth's Warming Eve with a misspelled 'eve' were the errors I found.:ajsmug:

heartbreaking, really gives you a lot to realize and think about. A wonderful read!:twilightsmile:

I... I thought it was Puddinghead. Not Puddinghat.

In any case, that was wonderful. I'm curious about this mysterious pony's backstory, but that's probably another tale.

Hey look, a Short Skirts and Explosions story for the holidays.

Admittedly I figured out what was going on at the start... because it is SS&E and we can't have nice things.

Amusingly, I was thusly actually surprised (and glad) that it didn't end with a pony hanging from a tree after all that.

Though, as a man once said after surviving having jumped off the Golden Gate bridge:

"On my way down, I realized that every problem in my life could be fixed, except for the fact that I had just jumped off a bridge."

Damn you and your feels.:raritycry: damn all of you authors! I condemn you to watching SPCA advertisements while reading all of your sad fan fics.

I'm glad it didn't turn out with the ending I thought.
But soon as he mentioned his parents the first time I had that assumption.
Great story mate.


Why do you always do this to me, Skirts?

Beautifully tragic.

Spoilers below here for those who haven't read this story yet.

Imagine my surprise when I see you writing a story revolving around Pinkie Pie. And to give her such a strong character instead of writing her off as some annoying nuisance? You did real good here. I love this story, and personally, I think it's one of the strongest you've written in quite some time. You should be feeling really happy right now.

Your particular writing style might not be my most favorite, but you certainly have a commendable way with storytelling and really showed it off here, and I think the style greatly served to benefit it in the end. I don't exactly see how anyone else could have written this and played it off as anything better than what it currently is. The onomatopoeia wasn't overused to the point it was distracting, serving to arrive only in the moments that truly warranted it. I can see areas where things could have been expanded upon, but they weren't, and I can't really pinpoint any that could've been cut without being potentially detrimental to the story. So props for restraining yourself and getting down only what needed to be told—no easy feat for anyone.

Now onto the protagonist: we're not given any sort of real description of him outside of the fact that he's a stallion. We later learn why he's here and where he's been, but this information comes spread out and is delivered only when it has to be. Brilliant use of the first-person narrative. The attempted suicide at the end was bit of a left turn, even though I saw it coming right as that particular scene began unfolding. My one big complaint here is that his reasons for doing so don't exactly come off reliably, or at least during my initial read-through of it. Though it's obvious he blames himself, he's vague with the precise reasons. He is a coward, he is afraid, but of what? Of not leaving a mark on the world? That's the only conclusion I came to, but it was a thing that came out of the blue. Throughout his entire episode earlier with Pinkie Pie, I never once thought of that. I suppose the lonesome bits leading up to his encounter with her could have alluded to that, but the message—if what the conclusion I've come to is the conclusion—is underpowered. I saw the whole thing as quite the left turn. But I must state that this is my only real complaint, and even here I feel like I'm just nitpicking. That aside, what happened worked and it worked really well, I just think it could have been played better.

Moving on to Pinkie Pie... what's there to say? You nailed her perfectly, and that fact that it wasn't to a cross continues to leave me in a state of wonder. Simply put, I didn't know you had it in you to write Pinkie Pie like this. Her dialogue, her transitions, her personalities; all of it was perfect or at least very close to being so. It was all believable. She wasn't a bubbly idiot but had actual depth to her characterization, showing a distant side of her we've hardly ever seen in the show, but making sure that she's still the same pony whether her mane is straight or not. You flushed out what she could be spectacularly. Good show.

I really liked the metaphors going on here. The javelin game was a really nice way to convey the whole "accidental happiness" thing, and so was the earlier conversation between the narrator and Pinkamena. The small epiphanic moment with the failed suicide brought the lesson he taught her back home, and that was really, really heartwaming. In total, this story warms the heart even if it has to chill it first. The ending scene in the bakery was magnificent and really, really touching. I can't help but feel like the realization Pinkie Pie showed before she hugged him could have been developed a little more, but that's just me.

Now for another nitpick: I've seen a thing you tend to recently is make similes that make little to no sense. I fail to see how a javelin can leave one's possession like a bottle rocket, or how a decorative and colorful tree could burn like a pillar of fire. Likewise, there's ones that are a bit too obvious, like loosing a saddlebag like a deadweight thrown in the snowy wind—well, duh. But there's also some really great ones, like relating her voice to a song that refused to die. All I can suggest is to be a bit more careful with your similes in the future and make sure they convey the action/emotion/whatever the way they're imagined to. Oftentimes, if a simile doesn't work in particular spot, it could be cut with no loss to the events at hand.

Again, great work here. I love the Pinkie Pie you presented here. I think leaving the narrator so vague with his description was a smart move, involving the reader and allowing them to actually experience the story rather than just reading it. This is one of the best stories I've read in quite some time. Just beautiful. 9/10

i could never describe how beautiful this story is. heck i dont think words can ever put the feeling i got for this in perspective. thank you for writing this. i hope you have a merry christmas.

Happy Hearth's Warming to you too.:twilightsmile:

This seems so in the realm of another one of your stories that you had me thinking that there might be some mint-green unicorn "peaking out from the folds of a black cloak's hood". I didn't bother to read the description or look at the character's bar because you do have a tendency to tell a little too much there, and this stories no exception and that is my only complaint.

I like your sad stories because they make me feel and I think many marsupials can agree with me there. I think its those deep and defining character expansions that trademark your unique writing that do the trick. They were there way back when we had chunky paragraphs on how "Raven always [had] this stonelike quality to her grace" and "Cyborg [was] a man - who I believe- [knows] what death is" and they are here now in this story interlaced all over the place in a much more smooth, flowing and digestible fashion.

I always felt that sad stories are the hardest to write and few writers who can do so well. Characterizations have to be dead-on-balls accurate for the reader to buy into the remorse and melancholy. Then the source of sadness has to be significant and relevant enough for the reader to give two shits to begin with and feel with the character.

There are few who can write sad stories, and fewer who can write them in the magical land of Equestria. Skirts, you are one of those few, and for that, you have this lemur's like, favorite and follow.

Also, I can't be alone in this thought and I would hate to be that guy, but this is the Pinkie we should have met in Ch. 10 and this is the story that should have been Ch. 10.

Oh you

Love ya ssae

This is one of my favorite stories of yours, I think. I really enjoyed this.

This was truly excellent. I know you're no fan of Pinkie, so seeing you use her in such an excellent and in-character way made me smile. You tagged this story as sad, but it really is a happy one. I told you once that the lows a character faces is what helps make the happy moments all the more powerful, and you seem to have taken that advice. I loved every moment of this.

Wonderful job. Merry Christmas, skirts.

3675181 I think the protagonist is a coward because he is afraid to give his mark to the world by chasing his dreams (I think). I mean, you know, what is the reason for anyone to leave their home, and their hometown other than that reason? But he failed, because he is to afraid and a coward to do it. :pinkiesad2:

This is officially the best one shot I have ever read. It was beautiful man:pinkiesad2:

Okay, yeah, this was pretty great. I had a feeling about his parents and what he was there to do, but I'm glad it turned out well at the end, especially after all the hope-sowing and encouragement our unnamed narrator dealt Pinkie's way. It wouldn't do for him to go, "Aw, it's okay Pinkie. Life is worth living. Now, excuse me while I go swing from a tree."

Also, Pinkieluv from Skirts is best Pinkieluv.

Whilst the fate of the stallion's parents and certain elements of the story were a tad predictable, that in no way detracts from the quality of the writing and the feelings it produces.

A lovely, heart-warming Christmas story. Cheers, Skirts.

I love how he doesn't even need to be named for us to sympathize with him. I loved the whole almost-suicide thing. It was really emotional. I love how you slowly showed that he was falling in love with this perfect stranger. You really nailed Pinkie Pie's personality, too. Great story.

Ah skirts. It's been a while since I've delved into one of your stories. Now I shall do my best to further swell your already distended ego.

You can recognize the words of a confident and practiced writer just as you can the measured strokes of a master painter. They have the feel of a hand that knows the canvas well and understands that it can experiment without fear. Marked by flourishes that barely make sense, yet work perfectly to evoke a scene. They set the tone with all the grace of a melting candle. Say what you will about youryour irrational hunger for niche internet fame and constant pretentious word vomit, but churning out all those words every day is clearly honing your already significant skill.

So yeah, I see you wrote Party of One, Hearth's Warming Edition. This time without the the misdirection and instead with ponies that really are fed up with her super hyper antics. This time she's saved by your classic selfless depressive narrator. Felt like Lyra. I got nostalgic. Beautiful story for the season. I'll leave the thoughtful analysis to those who have done it already, and just say this was great. Good to see you're still with us. :pinkiehappy:

I was so afraid it was going to be another depressing end from Skirts, but you proved me wrong on that, and pleasantly so. I think you did an excellent job, and wove a wonderful narrative.

Good Lord, but thank goodness we have Pinkie Pie, even when she is being annoying. Maybe a smile and a shoulder to lean on can do some good.

Nice one, skirts~ :twilightsmile:



That was beautiful. Thank you for writing it, really made my morning.

Please keep writing, I'll keep reading.

Mmmm, yeah. That was the not garbage. Really sincere stuff. :pinkiesad2:

This was some great work thanks for sharing it with us.

Now I know why you're sad that more people didn't read this. A touching tale of a nameless philosopher, happier than he allows himself to be. Sometimes all we need to see how bright we are is another dying candle to light. We know that pretty well, don't we?

And you are not alone in this.

Thanks for writing this, suggesting it, meaning it, and living it. The nice thing about happy accidents is how often they happen.

I reviewed this story!

My review can be found here.

I'm sorry I never commented on this story before; it is very good. :heart:

This is a great story, and the scenes where the narrator gradually pulls Pinkie out of her funk, to the point where she is dragging him around town by the end of it, were great. This scene not only helps to further your really compelling and deep character study of Pinkie, but the scenes are so key in establishing the overall theme of the story. That the story is so thematically coherent is one of its greatest strengths. The interplay between the two characters is quite enchanting, and this story, even more so than the actual series, makes me believe that there is something magical about friendship.

"Oh, I..." I leaned back against the wall behind us with a sigh. "I came to see my parents."

"Oh, they're here alright," I muttered. "It's been a long time since I've seen them."

I get the feeling that they're dead...

"Why aren't you with them right now?"

I smirked. "I'll be joining them soon, but later.

...but I hope I'm wrong.

This was lovely.

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