Chapters Blind writing challenge: A collection of random stories without an end
A world gone deaf (Slice of life?)
A world gone deaf
I began my journey a long time ago.
This journey....this quest of mine.....I don't think it will ever end. Why did I go? I had such a simple life before this, before I started to have these "Questions". Now I just wander the land, going from town to town.....place to place....with no such thing as a destination in mind.
Is it worth it? So far, I'm not sure. I'm just glad that I can find what I need to survive.
How far have I gone? Since I began this quest....this journey....I kept a small journal to log my time and distance. In fact, that's what I'm writing in now. Going through the pages of this journal....this simple book....I can see that I have crossed a great distance, and yet, somewhere around the middle, I've lost track of the distance. I don't know how far I've gone in steps now......but I DO know that I haven't gotten far to get to my goal.
Whatever that is.....
Why don't I give up? I have come too far, I think, to just give up now. As much as I want to quite.......I just can't seem to settle down. Every time I come to a nice little village or a sprawling city, I can feel the world around me just.....passing by. Like I don't even exist.....
Do I exist? I'm still not sure. I try to talk to the others......try to get them to notice me.....but they just ignore me. It's like they're deaf, but only to me.
A new town and a new place. Sunshine falling from the sky. They all just walk around and laugh, smile, and even make funny faces. All of them except me. I don't see them as happy and carefree anymore. I just see them as though they were deaf to the world around them. Deaf to who they are and who they want to be. Deaf to the one truth of this world.
Whatever that is....
I find myself wondering the same things over and over again. Sometimes, I even ask them out loud, if only to hear my own voice. None of them stop to listen though. None of them tell me that my ideas are good, of if they're insane. I am just ignored. Again and again I am ignored. Like I don't even exist.
Do I exist? I want to say "Yes. Of course I exist." But in the end it might be a lie. Oh well.....I guess I'll just have to keep on going until I find out.
Why don't I just give up? As much as I want to, I feel that if I ever do then I truly will be alone. Alone in this world gone deaf.
How far have I gone? I have tracked the weeks gone by, the months that never stop and the years that can't stand still. I can say that I have gone hundreds of miles already, and maybe I still have hundreds of more miles to go, but in the end I simply do not know. This journey of mine....this quest.....is the only thing that helps me move forward now. I can't turn back. I can never turn back. Only forward.
Is it worth it? So far, no. It is not worth it, and yet I persist. Maybe the world has gone deaf, but I sure haven't. I can still hear the world for what it is and not for what I assume. If I can still hear the world then maybe I can find the truth of it. Maybe if I can find the truth, then I can find my goal. I persist to find the truth of the world and my final destination.
Whatever those are.....
I began my quest a long time ago.
I am still looking for the few who will listen.
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Blind writing challenge: A collection of random stories without an end
Years ago I had a dream(Slice of Life?, Dark)
Years ago I had a dream.
It was a simple dream that most ponies today would just shrug off a few minutes after they wake up. Such a dream could be easily forgotten throughout the course of the day during, or even before, the boring tasks that lay ahead. Ponies would know that the dream couldn't amount to much, and besides, that's all it was.
A simple dream.
I was just a foal when I had it. A colt of no more than three or four years old. Truth be told, I didn't understand a whole lot of it. I just knew that it was another dream that I would soon forget once I woke up, but somehow......this felt different. Instead of watching from the sidelines of some epic quest like I normally would, I was sitting alone in a rather dark room. There wasn't much to see in that room, just two chairs with a table in between. Nothing else. The shadows around me seemed to call my name, and being a young colt, I had a very wild imagination.
That's another thing. I was actually aware of my surroundings, as well as of myself, in that dream, which is strange since I'm normally not. I could actually feel the floor below me and I could see around the room with my own eyes, but I could also sense strange things in the shadows. I was scared, and I was alone.
At some point in the dream though, I'm not sure when, I was visited by a strange mare. She glowed with a sort of holy light and made the shadows disappear. I was no longer scared, nor was I alone. We sat down in the chairs together and we just.....talked. Just like that. If anything else happened in that dream, I forget what it was, but I still remember that mare, and I remember what she told me.
Ever since that night, I dedicated my life to studying the aspects and the workings of dreams and their meanings. My dedication led to my getting my cutie mark at an early age, which is nothing more than a broad blue Z. I was made fun of for having such a strange mark. "Sleepy Zeke" they called me, partly because I told them that it meant I liked to study dreams, and partly because I fell asleep in class a lot due to my late night studying. Did this bother me? Only a little, but not enough to deter me from my path, which eventually led me away from that place.
Once I was old enough, I took off on my own in search of the one that I knew would help me. I know this, because she told me herself. I had to find the mare in my dream.
Despite everything that I had studied and learned, I somehow knew in my gut that the dream mare was real and not fake. I knew it was possible to walk in another's dream, even though that kind of magic can only be used by one being that we know of, but it is because of that fact that I knew she had to be out there. The Princess of our night couldn't be the only one who can move around in another's dream.
For years I had searched for her. Those who knew of my quest believed I was a mad man and that she doesn't even exist, but I know better. I know because of what she told me. I know she is out there, somewhere, waiting for me to call her name.
Today, I am coming close to finally finding her, to finally holding her in my hooves. I want to see her again, once more, if only for a second, I want to see her again. When I find her I will tell her of my journey, of my hardships and of my trials, and that everything she told me has come true so far.
Once I find her and I call out her name, I will finally be able to dream again.
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Blind writing challenge: A collection of random stories without an end
The Voices of Frosting (Random) Author: Mythic Spell
The voices of frosting.
By: Mythic Spell
For TLSpark’s blind story writing challenge
What’s up, everypony, I’m Misconduct the Draconequus! What do I look like? what do you think? I’m a Draconequus, silly readers. Anyway, here I am talking without any clue what I’m going to talk about. I guess that’s the point of this, right? tell a story without thinking ahead? Well, at least that’s what Mythic told me…
-Hey, you should talk about our adventure to the Xenomorph home world!-
Quiet, Dachande. you’re just my imagination…..I think. I don’t really know. Besides, I don’t like that little “adventure” much. stupid Xenos and their facehugging…..Well, this is my, er….Friend, Dachande. He’s a Yautja hunter supposedly somewhere here in Equestria.
-You still don’t believe me about that? man, you’re thick.-
Shush, this is my story. The last thing I need is you talking loud enough for the others to he~
(Ooh, you’re telling a story? Mind if I listen?)
Fantastic. Sure why not? Dache is already here, why not have you here as well, Nihai. Next thing I know, the other voices will join in as well. Well, I guess, meet Nihai’ Vadamee. my Sangheili friend, or at least that’s what he says he is. I have yet to see both of them in reality. So, These are two of the voices I hear, the others are around somewhere. Probably using r34 on my memories. I swear, Tucker and Fang have their minds permanently in the gutter.
~No, My mind isn’t in the gutter permanently, I just find the gutter comfy.~
^Bow Chicka Bow WoW!^
Yeah, that figures. Ask and you shall receive. Why do I have to be the only sane Draconequus stuck with an insane mind? So these two are are Pvt. lavernius tucker, and Fang the Keidran. You might know Tucker from the internet series Red vs. Blue. Tucker likes to bug me with his catch phrase whenever possible, which is often, considering lots of things I say sound dirty. Fang is a Tiger keidran from the webcomic TwoKinds. He’s a white tiger patterned Keidran with Azure colored eyes and Hair that resembles Mythic’s mane. Now, hopefully, I won’t be interrupted anymore. I was thinking about talking about my Parasprite war with my bro, Discord, but that’s still being written. So let’s talk about the one thing that can get Pinkie to be quiet for 10 seconds!
-Oh no.-
(I don’t like where this is going…)
~And what is it that can get Pikie to stay quiet? I’ve got no idea.~
^Is it Donut’s baking? I hope not, He makes horrible cream pies. Bow Chicka Bow Wow!^
No, Tucker. just be quiet. We will talk about…..FROSTING! Yes, frosting is the one thing that can get Pinkie to stay quiet for at least 10 seconds. Don’t ask why, Because I don’t know.
~Oh, frosting? I’ll remember that next time I have a headache and Pinkie’s being obnoxious.~
Quiet, Fang. Anyway, Frosting is a sugary substance people and ponies usually add to cakes or desserts. I have no idea how to make it, so I’m just going to say the ingredients are magic.
-Wow, real Origional.-
Quiet, you! Just because I caught some of the aftermath of Discord’s plot to rule Equestria, doesn’t mean I act like he does. Though I’m pretty sure that floating hippo over there is coming on to me….. Crap. There’s my crazy. Why does it show at times like this? I blame you, tucker.
^What? Why me?^
Because reasons. Now, For some reason, frosting has Pinkie trapped in it’s high glucose grip. I find frosting unbearable to eat after a while. Not enough chocolate milk. Everypony knows that Chocolate milk is the new ham sandwich!
What’s Ham? ooh! is it a type of meat? why do the carnivores and omnivores get all the tasty sounding food?
Umm, Pinkie? You do realize this is on the internet, right? Ponies don’t have internet yet. Back to the frosting!
~why does there have to be so much interruptions?~
Okay, you know what. I’m done. You all are getting annoying. See you all later, I’m going to go mess around in the TARDIS. These interruptions aren’t getting this story anywhere, unless the point is to drive me off the deep end.
^Bow Chicka Bow Wo……^
Stop it. Just, stop. Seriously, go back to Blood Gulch and annoy Church, not me. So! It seems I can’t think of anything else to talk about, except for talking about nothing with these voices here. So thank you all for watching, and as always, I will see YOU! in the next part! BYE BYE!!!!!!!!
-You didn't go anywhere.-
Yeah, I know. So, instead of frosting, Lets talk about random things, like how to fit pancakes into the mass of the sun!
(That makes no sense.)
Exactly! I'm a Draconequus. I need to have my moments that make no sense.
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Blind writing challenge: A collection of random stories without an end
I wasn't prepared.... (Romance, Sad, Slice of Life?) Author: Steel Soul
By Steel Soul
Twilight sighed deeply as she leaned her head against the window of her living quarters, the patter of raindrops causing her depressed mood to deepen even more. The lavender mare’s eyes drifted towards the wings that limply hung from her back. She slammed her head softly against the glass barrier not really knowing what to do. Not really knowing how to do it.
She was a princess.
A bucking princess.
And she couldn’t have been more unprepared for what lay in front of her.
“Dear Celestia…why me…why now…?” She said as she softly hit her head against the window once more. “I…I wasn’t prepared for this…” She leaned her head against the window, wrapping her hooves around herself before sobbing softly.
“Twilight?”
The mare’s eyes drifted towards the figure at the door. A black stallion stood in the door frame, a concerned look upon his features. His white mane matted down with the scent of fresh rain filling the room. He stepped closer, a gentle smile appareing upon his features.
“Um…hey…Hope I’m not interrupting.”
The mare wiped a hoof across her eyes before forcing herself to smile. “Thunderlane…You made it…”
The black pegasus puffed his chest out as he spoke. “Course I did. No way in Tartarus would I miss your coronation.” He felt something crash into him, but instead of Twilight’s normal tackle, she had wrapped her hooves around his neck, sobbing softly into his already damp fur. The stallion raised a hoof to stroke her mane, the wet appendage damping her hair as she did so.
“Heh…Congratulations Twilight. You deserve it more than anypony else.” He pulled her way to look into her puffy red eyes. “Or should I say your majesty?”
“NO!” She screamed, causing the stallion to rear back a bit. Catching herself, she lowered her voice to a whisper. “N-No…I…Its bad enough that I’ll have a whole country calling me that. Please…not you…never you.”
Tunderlane pulled her close, stroking her mane once again. “Ok Twilight. Ok. I promise.”
She lay in his hooves for a long while, her face buried into his chest as she felt his heartbeat’s rhythm. It wasn’t long before she looked up at him. Her eyes were puffy and her cheeks tearstained. Thunderlane had to do all that he could to not outright laugh at the miserable mare.
“I…I must look like a total wreck right?” She asked with a sad smile, wiping a bit of snot that was beginning to run from her nose.
The stallion chuckled as he replied. “Yeah…You kinda do.” To which he received a strike to his foreleg. Dang she could hit hard. “Heh but for a total wreck you still long just a cute.” He said with a wink.
The mare blushed brightly before turning away. “I…I best go clean myself up huh? You had wanted to take me out to celebrate so-“
“Well…” Thunderlane interrupted. “We can stay here if you want.” He smiled as he wrapped his hooves around the mare. He could feel her wings begin to twitch slightly and he smiled at the soft feathery feel of them.
“I…I would like that…” She said with a sigh. She felt the stallion’s wings wrap around her frame as he pulled her closer and sighed contently.
It was a while before he spoke again. “Wow…A princess. Still kind of surreal no matter how you look at it…”
The mare leaned her head back and closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of the stallion’s embrace. “I…I’m still reeling from the shock as well Thunderlane…” She felt him shift and looked upwards towards him. She could see him looking down at her, his golden eyes pouring into her purple ones. She blushed when he didn’t say anything for a long time, just staring.
“W-What? Do I look that bad?”
The stallion chucked. “Well there’s that…” He received another hit. “Ouch…Heh…but that’s not the reason I’m looking at you.” He paused and looked away. “I’m just remembering…”
“Remembering what?” She asked with growing desire to know.
“How we first met.”
“Oh…that…” She giggled. “That was so long ago and yet…I remember it like it was yesterday.
“I still feel it like it was yesterday too.” The stallion joked nuzzling her cheek. “That’s was the first and last time I challenged Rainbow to a backwards flying race. Ugh…worst day ever. Not only did I lose but I broke my wing and scraped my leg as well.” He looked down at the mare. “The only good thing that came out of that whole day was…seeing you.”
The alicorn blushed as she spoke. “It was quite the impression to make for a first meeting.”
“Hey. You know me. I’m all about first impressions.” The stallion said proudly.
“You do know that was the worst first impression in the history of first impressions right Thunderlane?” Twilight asked.
“Hey If you if you’re doing it wrong then you better give it your all, right?” The stallion admitted proudly.
“Dear Celestia…what do I see in you?”
“Besides my devilish good looks and sparkling personality?” The stallion said holding up his head up high.
“Yeah.”
He was quiet for a moment before shrugging and smiling dumbly. “I have no idea. Though it sounds more like a personal problem.”
Both pegasus and alicorn laughed uproariously before falling into silence, the patter of the raindrops the only melody within the room. Twilight pressed the back of her head against his chest, allowing the pegasus to rest his chin within her mane, the soft scent of lavender filling his every senses.
“Nothing will be the same will it Thunderlane?” Twilight said breaking the silence. Thunderlane closed his eyes listening to her as she spoke. “I…I will have to live at the castle. I’ll have to leave my friends in Ponyville…I…I didn’t want that. I don’t want that.” She began to shake. “I…I…” She began to shake. “I’m scared Thunderlane. I’m scared that I will mess everything up. I know my friends relied on me before but this…this is different. This isn’t just some…some adventure. It’s ruling a nation. What if I’m not up for the task…Thunderlane I…I…” Thunderlane’s hoof fell over her mouth gently, silencing her.
“Let’s run away.”
Twilight’s eyes shot open. “W-what?”
“We can run away. You and me. On the lamb.” Her turned her to show her his smile. “We can run and run and keep on running. The lands to the east are huge I hear. We can stay there. You and me. We can leave all of this behind. What do you say?”
Twilight looked at his face trying to find an ounce of his kidding personality. Needless to say, she couldn’t. “You’re…You’re serious…”
He held her close. “Dead serious…”
The mare blushed before pulling away from him. “But…but I…I mean…”
“If it’s too much for you Twilight then let’s get out of here. If you’re having this many conflicting emotions then I won’t fault you for wanting to run.” He trotted towards the mare, placing a hoof upon her face. She leaned into it, allowing the stallion to stroke her cheek softly. “Twilight Sparkle. I’ll love you no matter what decision you make. I’ll stand by you in the worst of times and in the best of times. If nopony else will then I will…one hundred precent.”
Blind writing challenge: A collection of random stories without an end
Saying Goodbye (Sad) Author: Pen Brush
Saying goodbye. By Pen Brush
Its always the hardest for me to say, even more so then I love you and it gets harder as I get older, and I watch them get older in front of me. I think over my past and my future about them, and what I will do once they are gone.
Voices in my head tell me to leave them alone, to not even bother, protect yourself, don't get into trouble for them, but it is my duty, my name, my honor to continue, to always put myself on the line.
They deserve to be protected, my safety doesn't matter as long as their species survives.
I always have a friend by my side any time I travel, and they keep me from doing things I otherwise would regret, they keep me grounded, a crazy stallion in a big blue box.
Sometimes though...I make terrible mistakes, and I end up ending their lives with my stupidity at not being able to save them in time. The guilt will eat at me, and I will hide away in my big box, but always will come out again to save another.
Sometimes they get tired of the danger, of the travel, even of never being able to stay somewhere for so long, and they will leave on their own, after one last adventure, and I never see them again.
Sometimes I have to make them leave, because of an issue that could hurt them, or even kill them. I had to wipe one of my friends memories of our adventures to keep her from dying a painful death, and she never remembered me when she woke up with her parents, having been traveling with me for what seemed like weeks. She left me during Christmas.
Saying goodbye is the hardest thing I ever had to do in my life, and sometimes I can't say goodbye. I am never able to keep my friends with me, and I always end up getting new ones, whether they die, leave, forget me, or end up staying in another dimension, it is always my fault, and it hurts to say goodbye.
I am The Doctor, I have had many lives, and many companions along my long life, and fighting monsters and protecting my adopted planet, is much more easier for me to do, then saying goodbye to the people I love.