Prologue:
She looked out through the jagged hole in the darkly coloured storm cloud house, watching. Watching the streaks of electrified smoke streaking across the sky. The Wonderbolts, out to practice their routines and have friendly competitions with each other.
She could name every one.
But she only ever watched one. He made her heart flutter almost painfully in her chest. Even if she hadn’t seen him outside his flight suit, the tight fit didn’t leave much to the imagination. Not that it mattered.
He’ll never even look at you twice...
She longed to run her bone white hoof through his deep blue mane, feel his light blue coat on hers, have him run his hoof through her rough-and-tumble mane, the ash gray and black that it was. But she knew it’d never happen.
This isn’t a fairytale Grin; you know it’ll never happen...
Skeleton Grin sat in that darkened cloud house, a letter she had written earlier sitting on the decrepit old table, watching Soarin the Wonderbolt practice.
But I have to try...
Probably the best prologue I have seen for the amount of words you used ...first :3
THIS. IS. BUCKING. EPIC!!!!
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In a story that i have in my head that if i get off my lazy flank and write it, it would be a real story! i'm derailing... I would have one of my characters say that
under their breath and the dude's best mate would say "What is life but a fairytale, and we are just playing along in it?"
An interesting start.