A Day in the Life of Tempestby TempesttheblindpegasusChaptersThe Average MorningThe Mare behind the CounterFamily TroublesMorning RoutineThe Average MorningHaving lived in Ponyville for quite a few years, Tempest the blind Pegasus knew the layout well and could go anywhere within the small town without stopping for directions. He followed his memory to the market to by some fresh apples, bananas, and his favorite, mangos! Flitter, tried taking a bite out of a big red delicious apple. “Flitter, you already ate,” said Tempest as he heard the soft flap of a bats wings brush the hard skin of an apple. “C’mon, we need to get some other things.” Flitter pouted, but sat on top of Tempest’s head as the blind Pegasus paid for the fruits and moved on. They moved from stall to stall, looking for things to buy. Tempest stopped at a flower stall for a long while, knowing that choosing the best flowers here would be very important. “Excuse me, miss,” he said to Roseluck, the mare running the stand. “If you have any, I’d like to buy a bouquet of Ghost Orchids and a small vase of Jade Vines.” He got out his bag of bits, prepared to pay full price for the rare flowers that his mother loved so much. “Of course, Tempest,” Roseluck smiled softly and reached under her stand to pull out an already prepared bouquet and vase. “How’s your mother?” Tempest sighed and placed the usual amount of bits on the counter. “She… She’s doing alright… I’m going to go see her later today.” “Oh, you don’t need to pay this time. It’s on the house.” Roseluck pushed the bits back towards Tempest, feeling sympathetic for the blind pony. “Really? Thank you, Roseluck. And you smell lovely today.” He picked up the flowers and placed them carefully on his back. He smiled in the general direction of the mare running the stand and walked away to go find his favorite café. The Mare behind the CounterAs he walked into the café, he was greeted by a few friendly hellos from the waiters and waitresses. He grinned and walked to the bar, sitting on his usual stool by the large glass window. Flitter hopped onto the counter and looked at the small menu placed in front of him by a pink and blue mare. “The usual,” Tempest said to the mare. “And a bowl of fruit for Flitter.” “Alright, I’ll be right out with those, Tempest,” The pink and blue mare smiled and walked to the order window to give the cooks the order. Tempest leaned his head on his hoof and began to think. He thought about his mother. She looked after him after his father died. She was practically the only parental figure he looked up to. But since “it” started, she got worse and worse. He frowned and flicked his ear. Something brought him out of his deep thinking. “Tempest? Hello?” The pink and blue waitress was back and trying to get his attention. “Hmm?” He shook his head to clear any thought about his mother. He had time to worry about her later… “Yes?” “Uh, they ran out of oats, but we’re getting a new shipment in an hour. I hope you don’t mind waiting…” “Oh, of course not, I won’t mind at all,” Tempest smiled slightly and nodded. “I’ve got plenty of time today.” After Tempest got his meal, ate, paid, and got too shy to ask the pink and blue mare out, he and Flitter left the café and headed for the hospital. Author's Note Constrictive criticism is greatly appreciated. Family TroublesTempest stood outside the Ponyville hospital for a long time, wanting to go in, yet too afraid to enter. He was afraid that it could be too late; he hadn’t heard from his mother for a few weeks. He gulped and trotted in place, trying to make his final decision to either go in or go home. He made up his mind and trotted into the hospital, Flitter deciding to stay outside in a tree for now. “I am here to visit a Miss Palletta, in room three zero five,” Tempest said as he walked up to the receptionist. “Close friend or family?” Said the eggshell colored receptionist, her voice nasally like a stereotypical receptionist. Her blue mane was in a tight bun. “Family,” Tempest guessed that this was the mare’s first day on the job, since most of the other receptionists knew him and would let him right in. The receptionist found his name and let him through to go to his mother’s room. Tempest stepped into the elevator and felt the wall until he found the third floor button. As the doors closed, he sighed and hoped that it wasn’t too late. He hoped that his mother was still alive. She was the only pony left that mattered to him. The elevator stopped and he stepped out onto the third floor. He placed his hoof on the wall, knowing that there was a braille directory nearby. When he found it, he felt around with his hoof to find room 305. He gulped and headed down the Intensive Care wing of the third floor, pressing his hooves against the numbers of the rooms to help him find the way. Author's Note Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. Morning RoutineTempest woke up slowly, the warmth and light of the sun peeking through his curtains. The heat of the morning sun is what woke him up, as it usually does on warm Spring days. The blind Pegasus sat up, yawned, and stretched. “What time is it?...” he seemed to be talking to no one in particular, but he was asking a small fruit bat that was sleeping in the corner of the bedroom. The fruit bat opened one eye and looked at the Pegasus, then squeaked once and promptly closed its eye again. “Dangit, I slept in… Again…” Tempest hopped out of his bed and stretched his wings, the pale-ish purple feathers reflecting some of the sunlight from the window. “Get up, Flitter, we have a ton of things to do today…” The bat squeaked again and wrapped its wings tighter around itself, not wanting to leave its comfortable perch. Tempest walked over to the bat and bumped the wall next to Flitter, scaring the little bat and making him fall. Fortunately, its natural instincts kicked in and it saved itself by opening its wings. It hovered for a few seconds before flying up to Tempest and landing on top of his head, squeaking quietly in complaint. “You are quite possibly the laziest bat I have ever encountered,” Tempest muttered as he walked to his bathroom. “Get washed up, we’re going to go see my mom later today, and I want you to look your best.” Tempest closed the door to his bathroom and walked to his shower. Flitter hopped into the sink and turned on the water. They both washed themselves and got ready to take on the day. Author's Note This was assigned to me as a short story to write for school, so I thought, why not post it on here too? Constructive criticism is encouraged.
The Average MorningHaving lived in Ponyville for quite a few years, Tempest the blind Pegasus knew the layout well and could go anywhere within the small town without stopping for directions. He followed his memory to the market to by some fresh apples, bananas, and his favorite, mangos! Flitter, tried taking a bite out of a big red delicious apple. “Flitter, you already ate,” said Tempest as he heard the soft flap of a bats wings brush the hard skin of an apple. “C’mon, we need to get some other things.” Flitter pouted, but sat on top of Tempest’s head as the blind Pegasus paid for the fruits and moved on. They moved from stall to stall, looking for things to buy. Tempest stopped at a flower stall for a long while, knowing that choosing the best flowers here would be very important. “Excuse me, miss,” he said to Roseluck, the mare running the stand. “If you have any, I’d like to buy a bouquet of Ghost Orchids and a small vase of Jade Vines.” He got out his bag of bits, prepared to pay full price for the rare flowers that his mother loved so much. “Of course, Tempest,” Roseluck smiled softly and reached under her stand to pull out an already prepared bouquet and vase. “How’s your mother?” Tempest sighed and placed the usual amount of bits on the counter. “She… She’s doing alright… I’m going to go see her later today.” “Oh, you don’t need to pay this time. It’s on the house.” Roseluck pushed the bits back towards Tempest, feeling sympathetic for the blind pony. “Really? Thank you, Roseluck. And you smell lovely today.” He picked up the flowers and placed them carefully on his back. He smiled in the general direction of the mare running the stand and walked away to go find his favorite café.
The Mare behind the CounterAs he walked into the café, he was greeted by a few friendly hellos from the waiters and waitresses. He grinned and walked to the bar, sitting on his usual stool by the large glass window. Flitter hopped onto the counter and looked at the small menu placed in front of him by a pink and blue mare. “The usual,” Tempest said to the mare. “And a bowl of fruit for Flitter.” “Alright, I’ll be right out with those, Tempest,” The pink and blue mare smiled and walked to the order window to give the cooks the order. Tempest leaned his head on his hoof and began to think. He thought about his mother. She looked after him after his father died. She was practically the only parental figure he looked up to. But since “it” started, she got worse and worse. He frowned and flicked his ear. Something brought him out of his deep thinking. “Tempest? Hello?” The pink and blue waitress was back and trying to get his attention. “Hmm?” He shook his head to clear any thought about his mother. He had time to worry about her later… “Yes?” “Uh, they ran out of oats, but we’re getting a new shipment in an hour. I hope you don’t mind waiting…” “Oh, of course not, I won’t mind at all,” Tempest smiled slightly and nodded. “I’ve got plenty of time today.” After Tempest got his meal, ate, paid, and got too shy to ask the pink and blue mare out, he and Flitter left the café and headed for the hospital. Author's Note Constrictive criticism is greatly appreciated.
Family TroublesTempest stood outside the Ponyville hospital for a long time, wanting to go in, yet too afraid to enter. He was afraid that it could be too late; he hadn’t heard from his mother for a few weeks. He gulped and trotted in place, trying to make his final decision to either go in or go home. He made up his mind and trotted into the hospital, Flitter deciding to stay outside in a tree for now. “I am here to visit a Miss Palletta, in room three zero five,” Tempest said as he walked up to the receptionist. “Close friend or family?” Said the eggshell colored receptionist, her voice nasally like a stereotypical receptionist. Her blue mane was in a tight bun. “Family,” Tempest guessed that this was the mare’s first day on the job, since most of the other receptionists knew him and would let him right in. The receptionist found his name and let him through to go to his mother’s room. Tempest stepped into the elevator and felt the wall until he found the third floor button. As the doors closed, he sighed and hoped that it wasn’t too late. He hoped that his mother was still alive. She was the only pony left that mattered to him. The elevator stopped and he stepped out onto the third floor. He placed his hoof on the wall, knowing that there was a braille directory nearby. When he found it, he felt around with his hoof to find room 305. He gulped and headed down the Intensive Care wing of the third floor, pressing his hooves against the numbers of the rooms to help him find the way. Author's Note Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated.
Morning RoutineTempest woke up slowly, the warmth and light of the sun peeking through his curtains. The heat of the morning sun is what woke him up, as it usually does on warm Spring days. The blind Pegasus sat up, yawned, and stretched. “What time is it?...” he seemed to be talking to no one in particular, but he was asking a small fruit bat that was sleeping in the corner of the bedroom. The fruit bat opened one eye and looked at the Pegasus, then squeaked once and promptly closed its eye again. “Dangit, I slept in… Again…” Tempest hopped out of his bed and stretched his wings, the pale-ish purple feathers reflecting some of the sunlight from the window. “Get up, Flitter, we have a ton of things to do today…” The bat squeaked again and wrapped its wings tighter around itself, not wanting to leave its comfortable perch. Tempest walked over to the bat and bumped the wall next to Flitter, scaring the little bat and making him fall. Fortunately, its natural instincts kicked in and it saved itself by opening its wings. It hovered for a few seconds before flying up to Tempest and landing on top of his head, squeaking quietly in complaint. “You are quite possibly the laziest bat I have ever encountered,” Tempest muttered as he walked to his bathroom. “Get washed up, we’re going to go see my mom later today, and I want you to look your best.” Tempest closed the door to his bathroom and walked to his shower. Flitter hopped into the sink and turned on the water. They both washed themselves and got ready to take on the day. Author's Note This was assigned to me as a short story to write for school, so I thought, why not post it on here too? Constructive criticism is encouraged.
