Anon is at the end of his rope. Just as he is about to end it all, a mysterious party intervenes. He soon finds himself in the life of an amnesiac pony with a doting sister.
“Anyways, we were just walking and talking about things, though I can’t remember what. As we kept walking, we came across this lake. You pointed at it and I walked over to it. I saw some kind of reflection in the water and I turned to see you grabbing me by the shoulders. You were crying and when I turned to look into the water, I was pushed in. And before I knew it, I was suddenly living another life as a kid with a different family in that other world…the world I thought was real until I woke up from my coma and ended up here. And here you are again with me, only this time we’re both ponies. What I don’t understand, and what was frightening to me…aside from living that horrible life…was that I was pushed into the lake. Why did that happen? Furthermore, if we’ve actually been living this life this whole time and if my accident…my drowning in a lake…caused me to dream that horrible life, why can’t I remember anything about you or the life I have with you up until the moments that led to me drowning? Not only that, but did you push me into the water, or was it someone else? I just don’t know. It was a girl that kinda looked like you, except she wasn’t a pony. Yet nearly everything about her is very similar to you. And that humming you sometimes do…there’s something about it that makes me feel strange. I don’t know why though. And for some reason, you’re like a long-lost relative I never thought I had, but so desperately wanted. That dream of getting pushed into the lake was and is the only thing I can remember about you before waking up from my coma. What’s even crazier is that dream continued to replay in my head throughout my old life…that I guess I somehow imagined while I was in a coma over and over again. And I can’t explain it, but just the thought that you might have pushed me into that lake, for reasons I can’t even begin to grasp, that just really freaked me out and that’s why I lashed out at you earlier.”
"Uh, sorry could you repeat that a bit more slowly, using more than one breath?" Nullity asked uncertainly.
Its not every day that a story reminds me of one of the better TV shows of all time. This story is such a mind game that it could be an episode of the 1967 cult classic "The Prisoner" staring Patrick McGoohan. Of course Im only a few chapters in, so things may change, but so far I'm impressed.
Usually I'm not surprised by stories and TV shows because I can pick up on the plot and where its going, but this one really has me at a loss and I think I am going to be fairly surprised as this plays out
Well done to the Author, and as long as he/she doesn't pull a St. Elsewhere style of ending this should be fun.
The Monk “Heat? isn't that when... I took a whiff of air when I smelled a smelly smell that smells smelly.” -The Kitsune
Its not every day that a story reminds me of one of the better TV shows of all time. This story is such a mind game that it could be an episode of the 1967 cult classic "The Prisoner" staring Patrick McGoohan. Of course Im only a few chapters in, so things may change, but so far I'm impressed.
Usually I'm not surprised by stories and TV shows because I can pick up on the plot and where its going, but this one really has me at a loss and I think I am going to be fairly surprised as this plays out
Well done to the Author, and as long as he/she doesn't pull a St. Elsewhere style of ending this should be fun.
The Monk
“Heat? isn't that when... I took a whiff of air when I smelled a smelly smell that smells smelly.” -The Kitsune