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Bronyofcuba


My father is a writer and my mother graduated of Literature, reading and writing its in my veins.

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And yet... Rainbows are still made, somewhere far away, somewhere deep inside.

Gaze into the despair of a foal lost to the arms of fate. Dive into a ruined yet alive heart. A short story of disaster, through the eyes of a foal.

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Comments ( 3 )

This was a chilling read for such a short story. It told a lot in a short matter of time. When a selection was being made, I felt dread at the bottom of my stomach. I like stories that give me emotions, as if I’m actually there.

One question, though. Was the main character the one being shot or was the mare referring to a random foal about to be shot? It was a bit hard to tell.

11141686
Ah I get that, might re write it again at some point. It was the foal narrating, the main character

11143888
Oh, ok, I think that clarifies some things

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