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The Red Parade

Cars are still parked outside. If the rapture had happened, why was it unrecognizable? Why was the sky blue? Why did no one tell me? Do these things not announce themselves?


Rainbow Dash was not a pony built for emotional talks, long train rides, and deep conversations. She often considered herself to be the exact opposite of those things.

While in the company of three very different ponies, Rainbow begins to wonder what she's meant to do when the situation calls for anyone but her.

CW: the death tag is for a character dying of cancer. No physical on-screen death occurs in the story. This story could be rated E however needs a T rating to get the death tag.

Entry for the Renaissance Contest. Preread by the ambidextrous and enigmatic SunlightRays, the vigilant and incomparable applejackofalltrades, and the ingenious and ineffable wishcometrue. Cover art by the glorious and confluent Mushroom.

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Comments ( 15 )

That was something special

This really hit close home to me...when my mom died of her sickness that plagued her for years it felt like RD felt, just everything was colorless and wrong since it wasn't like I wanted things to be, but I knew that no matter what nothing would change and since she wasn't hurting anymore...everything was right and wrong at the same time.
Without my friends and family just being there for me when everything felt like it was crumbuling beside me I understood the power of just being there.

Thank you, from the bottom of my heart for this story and for reminding me that even after these past few years there's a lot to never forget and much more to learn.

This was a nice little story. It had a good pase, and felt very real. Perhaps a little too real? I hope you haven't go e through something like what AJ did.

Though, I relate more to what Fritter was going through, as opposed to AJ or RD, considering that I've actually had leukemia before. The sense of not being in control, of having others make decisions for you, and knowing that they just want to help but they're not actually helping. You have to put on a strong front for them, even though you're the one who's sick. The conflicting feelings that you're the one who's suffering, but they're the ones who're going to have to live with your death for the rest of their lives.

Anyways, good story. Definitely deserves attention.

Utterly real, and absolutely heartbreaking. Thank you for this.

Thank you!

I’m sorry for your loss, I’m glad this piece could resonate with you!

I’m glad you’re still with us, thank you for the comment!

Thank you!

Been a while since I read a emotional story. Thanks for this

This is an incredibly sad and well written story! This seriously made me feel really sad. If you don’t mind me asking how did you become so good at writing and what tips would you give someone wanting to learn how to write stories? Again, really good story! Can’t wait to read more/finish reading your other stories!

You did a really great job "spoiling" the end without ruining it. It's a great tragedy with a good sad satisfactory ending. I do recommend either getting an editor or re-reading your work in about a month and patching whatever you can find. There were a few bits that were a little difficult to parse.

Man gets about 30000 days to live if lucky. About 80 summers. In that time, the window of opportunity for anything at all is always smaller than that. We may die before our time and never even get some opportunities. Even if we live another 100 years ourselves, our older family surely won't, and so our common time is foreshortened for us both.

I essentially regret every second I waste on youtube even if it's video's restoring faith in humanity. Habits are hard to break and I figure that if I were to know I'd die within 5 or so years, I'd still struggle to change them. Your story got me to thinking a bit and I thank you for that. I think I would like to see a followup story where you can explore this topic more in-depth (as this was fairly superficial, and I mean that in the absolute most positive sense).

Thanks again for the good read!

Dealing with death is one of the hardest things we do. This reminded me of when my grandmother passed.

Its never easy when someone says they're tired. For 2 years I watched Mom fight Ovarian Cancer, for a far shorter time I visited her in the hospice, I miss her everyday, but I'm glad we could be together for as long as we could.

Now I interrupt this fan fiction to bring you a special message from the Princess of Friendship's voice actress herself!


“Doesn’t mean the problem is something we can punch to death.”

"I want my father back!"

This was nice and sweet, even with the sad ending. It was interesting seeing all these characters play off each other, including with Luna's odd presence. Honestly, for a period of time, I wondered if Rainbow was just imagining her and she wasn't there, up until other characters talked to her. You did a good job writing Apple Fritter, especially with her being mute in this story.

“Do not underestimate the power of simply being there,” Luna muses. “It can be refreshing to know that we do not face change in solidarity.”

I believe the word you are looking for here is "solitude".

Literally, nobody fucking cares, spambott.

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