Horse-words writer believing in the Savior and Lord Jesus Christ, creatively crafting stories in imitation of a creatively crafting God. Consider this: Are you sure you're going to Heaven?
Deep into the future, Party Piece—the Element of Laughter's furthest descendant—forgets.
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A polished version of a Writeoff entry from an intentionally unspecified contest.
Thanks to Venerable Ro for brainstorming help during the initial Writeoff contest. Thanks to Casketbase77, Jaded Hearts (Cinderheart), and Paracompact for revisions/pre-reading long after its release. Thanks to Groaning Grey Agony for the cover art.
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Never change this story, not for a minute.
Wow, this story is really good, really tugs at my heart with the ending
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A challenge in its premise, an exercise in its style, and - most importantly - a success in its final draft.
Re-reading this finished work, I appreciate the tonal consistency. Mortality, detachment, and isolation hang over every scene like a dark cloud. Party Piece has a lot of Sunny Starscout in her, being the chipper protagonist in a world where everyone has forgotten the customs of friendship. However, with the forgetting being literal and the concept being tangible, this story maintains a sense of mysticism. It even guises as a parable at points, with quick movements from key scene to key scene, peppered throughout with narration that feels didactic, even though it isn’t.
The ending is delicately dour, with Party’s quest failing in nearly every way. Sure she breaks the macguffin, but the world is not repaired and no memories are restored, not even her own. Her companions also die directly due to their own poisoned behavior, so Sunny Starscout she most certainly ain’t. And yet, there is still an implication of belated triumph. George Orwell is proven wrong when Party is still able to conceptualize an action she no longer has a word for. An action and concept she wordlessly passes on to baby Grist Mill.
Perhaps that alone is enough. ~~~s remain lost to Equestria, but the seed is planted so they might yet be rediscovered by the next generation. And when they do, we can only hope the hard times come again no more.