Chapter 1: The Little Filly was all alone in the Churchyard
The little filly was all alone in the church yard….
That’s how it began, and so far, that’s all he had.
“Come on Ramón! You have the idea, you have the plot, what’s keeping you boy!”
Ramon Scribbles screamed to himself as he paced the red carpet floor of his finely decorated house.
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He was a tough looking unicorn stallion with a coat which had an interesting shade of tannish brown which sadly didn’t complement his black mane. Despite only being in his mid thirties, he had quite the interesting life.
Despite being a pony, he actually had a human father (who also named him Ramón). His mother died shortly after he was born and he was raised in the human nation of Romancia with his father and grandparents. Of course being a pony in a largely dominated human nation wasn't easy but he somehow managed to pull it off.
As far as he could remember, he had a peculiar fetish towards adventure and foreign cultures both pony, furry, and human. After graduating from the famous Paris Academy for Intelligent Students in archeology (at the very young age of only eighteen), he decided to join the Romancian Foreign Legion for “field experience” as he told his father and grandparents.
He was a fairly decent soldier and he spent most of his five year tour deployed in South East Eurasia and many other exotic locations. It was in the RFL that he wrote his first adventure novel The Cradle of God when he was only nineteen years old. He openly admitted in an interview, he wrote The Cradle of God out of complete boredom because his days in the Legion were notorious for their long periods of patrolling.
The book was a huge success and Jericho Montana (the human protagonist of his novel) became a popular character in literature rivaling even the famous Daring Do.
After his tour of duty with the Legion expired, he moved back to Equestria in Manehattan and began his life as a novelist, working as a newspaper editor to keep himself going.
His career as an author took off with the success of his next novel Adventures of the Griffon Pirates another adventure novel about a pony that teamed up with Jericho to rescue her father from a band of griffon pirates! He had a lot of fun writing that one!
He wrote many more novels involving his character but he also delved into the realms of other genres.
He wrote his first horror story Wendigo when he was twenty-four.
It was a horror/suspense mystery novel about a human detective who traveled to the Everfree forest to investigate the disappearance of a small child. In order to do so, the detective had to battle an ancient demon known as the Wendigo, which was based on a legend a Karelian-Indian soldier had told him in his days in the Legion.
Wendigo was an instant success and it terrorized and entertained its readers. It was such a huge success; he followed through with another book, The Occurrence at the Oakridge Cabin, a very scary novel about a group of young mares who are stalked by a psychotic killer in a small cabin.
Ramon seemed to have it all! He was the writer of a successful adventure series and horror novels; and he recently negotiating a contract with Hollywood to make one of his novels into a film.
But he was going through one problem.
His writing thought was drained out!
“What to write what to write!” he repeated to himself as he walked around his room in circles taking a sip from a small glass of hard apple cider.
His head was throbbing as he desperately tried to get the creative wheels in his head turning again. He promised his publisher that he was gonna be working on another horror novel, this time about a girl who searches a haunted mansion in the mountains to search for her missing brother. But he was having difficulty getting started. His typewriter just sat at his desk empty and unattended with a sheet of paper inserted into it. It only had one sentence:
The little filly was all alone in the churchyard...
That was it, nothing else, not even a title.
Ramon sat down and pinched his tired eyes with his hooves. He was very tired and didn’t get much sleep last night due to him worrying over his next novel. Sure his deadline was eight months away (although he was notorious for finishing his books in half that time) he was unsure how he was gonna finish!
He looked at his type writer with a rather vicious look. He had sat down at that typewriter many many times and had very fond memories of it. It had been a gift from his grandfather.
Ramon smiled as he remembered the first story he ever wrote on it.
Captain Kramer and the Space Monkey Pirates from Planet X!
It was a childish story he wrote when he was only eight years old and it was more or less a fan fic of Captain Kramer, a very popular Karelian super hero show from his childhood. He used to watch it every Saturday morning with his father.
Ramon, for whatever reason, went to his dresser and took one of his books off the shelf with his unicorn horn. He laughed when he read the title: Cougars and Young Wolves.
It was his first attempt at writing a young love story and it was no contest that it was not his best works. It wasn’t bad it was just… well different. And the fact that it had more swearing than a Quentin Tarantino movie. But to his defense, it was a tale about a nineteen year old college student who has a sexual affair with his forty year old teacher. What did the critics expect?
Ramon then grabbed another book: A Bullet for an Ugly Fellow. He loved this one!
In this story, Jericho Montana was in the deserts of Appaloosa searching for treasure all while battling buffaloes and a scheming con Pegasus who wanted to take the treasure for himself.
Ramon had spent over several weeks in Appaloosa studying buffalo ways and culture to work on his novel.
“What a minute…” Ramón suddenly said to himself. Unpredictably, he began jumping up and down like he used to do when an episode of Captain Kramer was about to come on.
“Eureka I got it!!!” he shouted to himself and he raised his hooves in the air. He didn’t care anymore; the creative process was starting to come back!
Looking back at his old works had gotten him started again and he rushed back to his typewriter and began typing:
The little filly was all alone in the church yard she was fresh and pure like a summer violet in the breeze.
“Oh yes I got it!” he squeed with so much happiness. Tomorrow he would have to contact his editor. He wouldn’t be able to deliver his manuscript in eight months. He should have it in about four months.
With a happy neigh and pleasant squee, Ramón continued to type his next story happily away. The creative spark had once again comeback to him!