One day when Derpy was on her way to work she started thinking about clouds. She passed a really big cloud and even though she couldn’t see it too well she thought it was pretty. She looked at all the different ways its shapes were smooshed and they came out on that side like this and on the other side they looked a bit like Happy and Derpy smiled. She had tried to think about the cloud all day and most of the time she did, and when she was eating her lunch she imagined that the cloud was a bunch of different things, and she had felt really excited about it and wanted to go home so she could try to write down all the things about the cloud.
She had flown home really fast, and the wind wasn’t even that bad, and she had thought about clouds some more, and the way they looked different in the night, and how every cloud was different, and how all the millions of shapes and sizes and assemblies of clouds and their properties and weight made up the building blocks of the sky and Derpy lived in the sky and she was just a fragment of the giant picture of white blankets that draped over the horizon that shone every night in different colours and the clouds were part of those colours and everything was a part of them, and everypony’s coat and mane and cutie mark were their own shape like clouds and the clouds changed over time and so did ponies and Derpy had all of this in her head and wanted to write it down.
She got home and pulled out her notebook and started writing. She got down a few things but they didn’t look right. She didn’t like the word cloud when she wrote it down. She started imagining if she showed her cloud thoughts to someone else that they might think they were really pretty, and they might laugh or clap, and Derpy would feel a big swell in her chest like she felt when she was thinking about it right now, and then she would be happy she had written down about clouds.
She had been too tired to finish, and she had told herself she was so excited she could wake up the next day and write all of her cloud thoughts. But then she had slept in, and the shower was too warm and when she got to work she couldn’t remember everything about clouds, and then her mailbag spilled at work and she delivered something to the wrong person and she forgot her lunch and had to eat sugar cubes that tasted like paper and when she was on her way home she saw a sky kitty but it ran away from her when she stopped to pet it. And when she got home she couldn’t find her notebook, but she said it was okay, because she couldn’t remember about clouds, and she would write down her cloud thoughts tomorrow, on her day off. But her day off came up, and she didn’t even though she found her notebook again, because her head felt heavy and her chest felt funny, and she felt sad.
She put the notebook away and didn’t think about clouds anymore.
I thoughts the clouds would sate the depression in Derpy.
A good name for clouds would be bluffs.
These are my thoughts.
2181666 And I Respect Them My Good Man.
S...she doesn't think about them anymore...?
It's such ingenious writing! Something beautiful enters her life, and then the next day is just terrible! AND SHE DOESN'T THINK ABOUT CLOUDS ANYMORE!!!!!!!!
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Jeez, it must be terrible to be unable to remember the things that make you happy...no wonder she's so sad
I sometimes decide to write something down tomorrow and then I can't remember it enough in the morning...
This is so sad, and cute, and beautiful. I must keep reading. I also must hug Derpy... someone teleport her here so I can give her hugs!
2186669*casts a spell and sends Derpy to your house* their we go, now go give Derpy a great big hug
Feels have reached critical levels. I'm reading on anyway.
Onward to death or flipping glory.
this happens to me far too much, I have a thought, an amazing idea. yet when i write it, it looks so ugly I can hardly make my self try and start again. this one spoke to me the most. Worse yet, the way you play the song of this story makes me feel sad because I don't think I could even come close. damn envy.
this was quite amazingly written
NO!
I love clouds! I write about clouds! Don't forget the clouds...