> Writer's Block Sucks > by CYAN ROSE > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Songs and Hot dogs (Edit) > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Vine By:Arte Pone That's all he had really. Arte just bashing his head against his ancient desk, Arte is a young dark red fuzzed stallion with black hair and has golden eyes. He pulls his head from his wooden desk, stares at his computer screen. The hate for writer's block grows accelerated from the inside. "I need some air," Arte said with a huff, getting up from his desk. Arte tried to get through the chaotic trash he calls his room, He couldn't barely take a step without stepping on dirty laundry or just random things he probably forgot, he bought. Finally after five minutes of walking through his room. Arte open the blinds that sun shines in his small living room. When's the last time, I went outside?. Always stayed at home writing,drawing and listening to music like if he was still a teen, he's in his early twenty's this stallion still has a long road ahead of him. Arte opens the sliding door, heat beats down on his balcony, step after step he starts feeling heat though is sandals. Why does the sun have to be so bright and so god damn hot? His right arm shielded his eyes against the bright star. Arte eyes begin to adjust to the brightness, wind blows from the east cooling him and the balcony. Two bedroom and one bath apartment on the 10th story he lived in had a nice view of Manehattan, the ponies that walked on the sidewalk,entering into small stores and big stores a like or just hailing a cab looked like ants to him. Skyscrapers windows gave a pleasant glow when the suns radiant rays hit them. The only thing that was awful thing about where he lived was, when he gets groceries, the utter struggle and pain he goes through, it makes him cringe just thinking about that. He takes a deep breath, inhaling the city air then letting all out. GROWLLL! His eyes widen from the roaring growl his stomach made, it sounded like a actual lion was inside his stomach. He walked to the edge of his balcony, looking downwards he saw a hot dog stand the aroma of the cooked sausages, grilled onions, sweet relish, ketchup and mustard seep in his nose, quickly he covers his nose and ran back inside. GROOWWWWLLLL!! His stomach didn't stop roaring on demanding one of those mouth watering hot dogs. Fine,chill out. He walks back inside his trashy room and gets the cleanest clothes he can catch, slips them on. Walking towards the door, he snags his keys. He gasped for a moment I left the sliding door open. He turned to the sliding door. Pulling on the handle, the sliding door closes tight, Arte flips the lock on it. He made his way to the front door, turning the knob, opening the white wooden door. Stepping out of his tiny apartment, shoving his key in the lock, he knew it was locked when he heard Click. He strolls to a grey,cold metal elevator. Arte's finger pressed the downward arrow, to entertain him while he waits for the elevator as the number goes up to ten, he counts with. one...two...three....four....five....six....seven.....eight....nine.....ten Ding! He walks inside. There was the panel to take him where he wants, His golden eyes glance over the four by six arrangement of buttons, down below the four by six in the center was the button lobby. Arte's finger pressed the button, the two doors close together. The elevator music wasn't as bad like the stereotypical ones that would appear on television or advertisements. A smiled appeared on his face as Arte head bangs a little. His lips goes with the lyrics, but not actually singing it.Screw it! I'm singing it and besides,No one is riding with me. He takes a deep breath and starts singing quietly. We Are The Lights by Varian and Mr.Fijiwiji "We are the lights, the lights, the lights,the lights,the lights" Arte sang happily, snapping his fingers to the chill out groove. Unexpectedly, the elevator doors open quick enough that anyone getting on, saw the dark fuzzed stallion singing. His body froze as he saw the peach colored mare, walk inside. His dark red fuzz on his cheeks changed into a bright red color, blushing in embarrassment. God....I'm a idiot His little scarf was his little shelter,the feeling of silliness filled his stomach to him it was a uncomfortable feeling. The mare next to him was wearing a light lavender dress that went a several centimeters above her knees, the lavender dress brought out her light blue eyes and her hair color matched with her eyes. They didn't look at each other, she pressed the lobby button. The two doors close once again, He didn't make eye contact with her, he wanted out. Can this thing go any faster? It feeling like this is going to last for hours! The same song played, the urge to sing along to it was gone, Finally the elevator doors open the the lively lobby. This is Manehatten after all, there was ponies of all kinds of size,shape,and color his eyes can catch. The two stepped out of the elevator, he quickly storms to the huge double doors that leads to Manehatten. People walked by or walked passed him, the young stallion made his way through the crowd of people. Arte felt his mouth water as the scent of hot dogs seep inside his nostrils once again. The owner of the cart greeted him with a smile. "Hello, welcome to Nathan's Hot Dog Stand, what can I get you?" said the owner with a slight Manehatten accent. "I want one hot dog please" -He blinks and puts his hands in his pockets- "With ketchup,onions and sweet relish please" The owner gave a simple nod and started going to work building the dark red pony's hot dog. He watched the hot dog being put inside the bun then the toppings. Contain, he was very eager to eat it but waiting felt like centuries to him. Without knowing he licked his lips as the owner held out his order. He snaps out of it, he grabs his prize Finally! The stand owner looks at Arte's eyes and laughs. This makes him look at the other stallion. "What's so funny?" Arte asked with slight feeling of being fun of. "Its nothing, I know when a customer is hungry like starving and dying to eat my famous dogs" - He hands him a coke - "Don't worry about paying it kid, It's on the house" Arte smile grew till the point his cheeks ached. Sweet! Jackpot!. "Now get out of here" The owner said. Arte walked to the park to savor his food. He sat on a nearby bench and bringing the dog to his lips. Each bite he took was small, chewing it thoroughly letting the favor hit his taste buds. SOOOOO GOOOODDD!!! It was finished after 8 minutes of heaven, he sat back on the bench, taking small sips of his beverage, watching ponies walk by on their phones. He wondered if he even had a phone, He didn't. He gets off the bench and walks to the nearest phone store, once he enters a blast of nipping air sends down a shiver down his spine and dark red fur on his arms goes up. Why does it have to be so cold? His body adjusts to the room temperature, He glances over the new and old phones alike, but one from the whole room filled with electronic devices stood out to him. He grabs it from the shelf and also in the progress knows what plan he's going to apply with his new toy. As he walks he uses his new phone downloading applications and making it his own. He gets back to the lobby. Face to face with elevator again, he waits once again when he pressed the upward arrow. The two doors open again and steps inside. Again with the song, so catchy but I won't make that mistake again. He stood there quietly like as he was receiving a lecture, he did what kept him occupy his time counting with the numbers. Ding! He steps out of the elevator once again and it shuts closed. He puts his key inside the doorknob and turns, the door opens. He takes a deep breath. "Home sweet,Home" said Arte with a smile as he walks to his room. His happiest guy in the world face, turned into a look of disgust and hate. His computer still on with the same title and his name. You know what! I'm going to clean up this room. He went to his kitchen and grabbed a couple of trash bags and a clean hamper for his dirty, rotten clothes that made his hairs in his fuzzy arm stand on edge. Picked up the trash, like tissue papers, balled up papers and food wrappers. Clean clothes went to the clean hamper, after he was done he walked by his door and placed the bag full of trash near the door, as for the dirty clothes he placed next to the door as well. He plopped down his couch, "playing" with his new toy. He took a glance over to his fridge,seeing his cousins number. Arte knew that's the only family he had in touch with through Skype on his computer, all of his friends after high in Canterlot became complete strangers to him. He doesn't blame them after all he was very shy and his trust thin as a needle, he's still like that. He gave a sighs then try to make up of what numbers were on the tiny sticky note on his tall, white fridge. He types in new contacts what number he thought he saw, Arte fingers went to work as he typed to the number [Hey It's Arte text me back when you get this :3] An hour passed by and Arte as on his headphone listening to his favorite song. Tristam- Vine [DrumStep] His phone rang he stops the music and disconnected his headphone then slipped them on his neck. Putting the phone to his ear with joy talking to the person that understood him the most. "Hey long time no see" Arte said cheerfully. He heard sobs through the other side of the line, this worried him and made his heart sink. His cheerful mood was murdered "Hey whats up? What happened it sound like you were crying..." Arte said with a slight of worry that grew. Finally the sobbing and sniffles were done ad he could tell they have collected their thoughts and emotions for a brief moment. "Arte.....your mom....she's gone," Arte gripped his phone tight and his eyes filled with shocked then followed back with tears. > Twisted Emotions (Edit) > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- The call was a week ago, he stayed in his little shelter,his emotions going all of the place. Losing someone that close, he knew it was going to happen, death it's part of life the end of the road. He would've never thought he would lose his family, tears and anger won't bring her back. Arte has gotten over the crying and everything else a broken person would do. He remains on the couch where he received the news about his mother's passing, barely eating anything. Sure he'll get up and make himself a sandwich time to time if his stomach was hurting that much from starvation. The worst thing was he missed her funeral, Arte didn't have the best relationship with his mother, but he knew she loved him deeply, even when she let him go that one day. His upper half of his body Springing upwards, gasping his golden eyes frantically looking around. It was just a dream... His arms rest on his bent knees while his eyes focusing on the nothingness, feeling no emotion as memory flow back to him, the times he smiled with her and the times where they argued. Anger comes in for feeling bad for himself, to be honest he hated being like this. Come on....get up... His legs move to the edge of the couch getting ready to get up and move on. We haven't gone back to Canterlot in a long time....Oh would my old friends feel? I haven't been exactly been keeping in touch...They're all strangers to me and I'm a stranger to them... Arte checks the train schedule, he walks slowly to his room still feeling empty which affected his performance. Picking his favorite outfits, he plans on going back to Canterlot to try feel like his old self again. Dragging along the floor his bag as he puts it near his door, Arte goes to his room, throwing himself on his bed, Staring at his white, lifeless ceiling. He tries to smile while closing but his smile turned into a straight, blank expression on his face. Hours have passed it's time to go back where his story or in his case where his life began. Shortly before leaving he makes a sandwich and makes a coffee for himself to wake himself up a little enough to make through noon. He leaves his apartment and outside of the building with his medium sized bag trying to hail a cab. Many cabs pass by and none stop by for him. He begins to get very frustrated, but he knows that he needs to be calm and patient this is Manehatten after all. Arte's tolerance earns him his cab, he tries to smile again,but except a sigh of relief escapes his mouth. His feet enter the yellow and black & white checker pattern car. The driver looks at his rear view mirror looking at the black & yellow hair, dark red fuzzed pony. "So" - chewing his gum loudly- "where to kid?" The deep black fuzzed stallion said. "To the nearest train station please" Arte said with a black expression on his face. "Alright" said the driver nodding. The black stallion began driving and Arte tries to get comfortable with his luggage sitting on his lap. He looks out the window with his hand cupping his cheek followed by a deep sigh..deep sigh "Dang it...I'm stuck again" I say with a deep sigh as I close my computer. The motion of the train cause my little black bag to fall on the floor, the other passengers get their bags and get off. I'm one of the last ones to get off. Step by step I start to shiver a little and my palms get sweaty as I'm holding my black medium sized bag. I chuckle nervously, looking at the snow white,golden and deep lavender city. "Here I go..." > Gravestones and Old Strangers > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I walk through the snow white city, old memories flow back in my head good and bad times I had with my friends and family. That's not the thing I need to pond over right now, If I'm going to visit I need a place to lay my head. My thumb rests under my chin and my index finger under my bottom lip. I start thinking about a friend that will at least give a chance or agree to stay over. I smile without noticing ,thinking about my childhood friend vinyl or these days "DJ Pon3". I remember where she lived as a colt but I bet that she doesn't live where she use to as a filly. A grown mare has to want her place right? With the money she's earning as a DJ or in my words a music producer she has to have a massive house. Anyways I'll focus on this later, but know I need to visit a gravestone. I sit on a nearby bench, putting my black bag on my lap. Zipping it open and I rummage through the bag to find the notice for my mother's funeral that was sent to me through my depression. I sigh deeply as I got up and walk to the address. It's been awhile I stare at the name of the graveyard where loved ones never come back. The graveyard was called The Garden and again I take a deep breath, taking a step inside the graveyard. My goal finding my mother's gravestone, but some gravestones I read, getting on one knee, moving some grass and dirt to see the name of who died then read the date they fallen. "Come on, this is-" I stop to see my mother's gravestone. So many emotions flowing in, I'm feeling the same when I first received the news. A couple of tears flow down my cheek as I try to keep my breath in check, putting my hands in my pocket, my black and yellow hair hiding my face. "So...It's been awhile mother...How have you been" -Started crying more- "Fine I guess...I'm sorry for...for..." I couldn't talk anymore, my tears started to cover my vision, pressing my top and bottom teeth the hardest I can. "I'M SORRY FOR LEAVING YOU!" I yelled out. After, all of the tears I place a white rose on her grave, I know she loved them. I walk away with my eyes red and still sniffing from the sadness. I was walking without noticing I bumped into a white fuzzed, electric-blue maned unicorn. We were face to face, she looked at my saddened face. The electric-blue, white mare slowly smiled and wrapped her arms around me. Putting her head on bottom of my chin, I would call it nuzzling but I wouldn't assume anything at this moment. My grief disappeared, my heart beating rapidly and a shade of bright red set in. "Your back..." said the electric-blue haired mare, pulling away from the hug. I looked at the white fuzzed mare, I felt like I knew her so assume for the best. "Vinyl?" Her smile turns into a cheerful grin then she nodded. "Yup" Vinyl looks up at me, I noticed her happy mood changed into a serious one. "So,why did you come-" -Vinyl stopped talking for a moment- "Oh... that" "Yeah, I came back to visit her", I say rubbing the back of my neck. "I don't know where to stay maybe at a hotel or something" Vinyl puts her hands back behind her back, rocking back and forth. A smile appears on her face. "You can stay over at my place. If you want" Vinyl said with a bigger smile. I looked at her with a little bit of blush of some reason, just the thought of a guy staying at a girl's humble abode? I need to stop thinking like that; She's my friend. Vinyl punched my shoulder and started smirking.Vinyl began getting face to face to me, but for me it was a little to close. My shade of pink grew more. "Don't think wrong now Arte" Vinyl cooed. "W-what! I wasn't vinyl. I swear" I said nervously. Vinyl pulled away and started laughing, I laughed with her. This is the first time in awhile I laughed or felt some kind of joy. My eyes set on her, stopped laughing and I sighed. "So why are you here Vinyl?". She looked up at me. "Because I was here to visit you mother Arte. She was an amazing mare, I hope you know that" "I know she was..." I said silently, holding my black bag tightly. "Your dad was abusive. She wanted you to be safe Arte, I hope you know that's the reason why she sent you to Manehatten to live with your aunt and uncle" Vinyl said staring down that the ground. "I know Vinyl" I said pulling my shirt to cover the bottom of my nose and my mouth. Vinyl looked back up at me and her blank mouth turned into a smile once again. "Forget the past Arte. We can't change it" She's right, I can't change the past, all I can do is focus on the future. "So how long are you staying here?" "Three days" I responded. "Oh cool!" Vinyl said excitedly. I saw her red eyes moving up and down looking at me. Vinyl's left arm hugged her abdomen, her other arm's elbow rested on top of her left arm. Vinyl's index finger tapped her bottom lip. I was wondering at first What in the hell is she doing? "You change, so much Arte" Vinyl said with a smirk. I just remembered how Vinyl's humor was a little bit sexual or inappropriate. I don't know how I survived Vinyl's jokes. "Yeah I did. Yup the old stranger changed a lot while living in Manehatten" I chuckled. She looked up at me seriously. "Your not a stranger, your my friend"