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An Unimpressive

How did you find your way here? Nobody here but us ghosts.


Scootaloo finds herself at a crossroads in her life. A well-traveled road appears before her, but when what one wants is to be different, no meaning can be found on a beaten path.

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This story is something of an experiment, and a speedfic besides, so I'd love to hear folks' thoughts and opinions on both the style and theme of this piece.

Now if only I could have found a picture of Scoots riding a flaming motorcycle...

Izzat a pod racer?

I enjoyed the metaphoric anecdote and the style, though I have seen similar. Nothing the knocked me flat, but well done.

Her special talent is obviously playing musical instruments with her face.

In moment, she stood, staring mournfully at where both filly and plant had been moments before.

Haven't seen that turn of phrase before.

Speedfic so you use an image of Scootaloo in a pod racer...?

Too much to hope for, I know. Ah well, will read.

I cracked up at "You can drink from glasses and they never spill!". Legitimately laughing out loud, for at least a solid minute.

I'm not entirely sure what happened at the end, but I think that's the sort of ending this type of thing needs. Overall, I liked it. :twilightsmile:dl.dropbox.com/u/31471793/FiMFiction/Scootaloo_lolface.png


I thought it was the Nightmare trying to take over Scootaloo(and failing). Of course that just leaves the question of if it succeeded or not.

I am really intrigued. Have my faves and a thumbup :twilightsmile:

Sexy ass introductory sentence.

Flat landscape, huh? Inb4 "it was a dream."


I like the sound of "not-place."

This is like The Great Divorce, starring Scootaloo.

Hah. You know, an empty glass has to be a really sucky cutie mark.

Nice spin on Rainbow Dash's "awesomeness," that it's really just a pony expressing her individuality in stereo. If I could grasp that simplicity, than maybe I could improve Scootaloo in my own fics.

I knew this fic would just slice itself off like a lizard tale at some point or another, being under 2k words and all.


Well, after the first few paragraphs, I was afraid that this was gonna be one of those "say so much and yet have so little happen" kind of stories. Y'know, where it's all about analyzing a character in some trippy fashion, only it turns out to be just a dream or something. Only, this isn't a dream. What... What is this? Lulz.

I dunno whether to feel bad or sad for Scootaloo. I mean, it seems as if she has a moment of epiphany, and realizes that her main goal in life is not so much to emulate Rainbow Dash but to acquire her golden mean so that she can resonate with self-confidence and "awesomeness" in such a way that is indicative of her idol. But then it ends... without an ending, suggesting that the metaphorical desert trek she's on will continue indefinitely.

It kind of feels like a cop out. Kind of. If the story has something else poignant to give me, like some HUGE tragic detail that I've utterly overlooked, than I'm stupidly blind to it. Like, is there significance to the pony who steals the "plant" (o lawd, Scoots and the quest for the big bright green pleasure machine)? Is it implied that she will ever cross paths with the other foals wandering this wasteland of pre-pubescentville? Makes me wonder.

Anyways, it's cool to see you analyzing every marsupial's favorite chicken. But... erhm... Huh?


When I saw this, I was gonna use a Robert Frost quote in my comment. After reading it, I know that wouldn't do anyone any good. Because I have no idea what this is. I kinda like it, though.

And now I'd love to see this with Applebloom and Sweetie Belle.

You haven't seen that turn of phrase before because it's a typo. Herp. This is what happens when I write and revise a piece in a little over an hour and a half.

It was meant to be more Scootaloo rejecting an easy answer and seeking her own, but it's certainly open to interpretation.

Ehh... swing and a miss, I guess.

How come I read the italics in your vindictive voice?

I dunno, man.

I had intended the light to seem more benign, but I'm glad people have their own takes on it.


Not really a miss, I'd say. It's a speed fic. It's more like eating a hot pocket than a spaghetti dinner.

For a "speedfic", this was very satiating, Vim. You write Scoots well (something I've never even tried), and you've given your readers a lot to ponder in fewer words than many fics do in many thousands more. Well done, sir.

Thanks, T.D.! I was hoping to inspire thought with this little thing.

You ought to see what I get done with more time and more words. (Then again, some of my stuff gets a little out there...)

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Nice work on the theme and symbolism. The opening had a lot of repeated words. Like all. And flat. And trample. And all. So much all!

Very poetic and symbolic:twilightsmile: Love it!

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