A Place To Be Called Home Too

by PonybringerofDeath

First published

You were living in Manehattan when you were just a little colt and have very few fond memories of living there, one of the memories you have was of a cute orange filly with freckles and talked with a southern accent. You were her friend at the time but when you saw how sad she was being away from home you felt bad, so as her friend you did what any friend would do try to do. Cheer her up, then she suddenly disappeared you were worried about her but when you had ask her family they said she went home, you felt sad and disappointed that she didn't tell you she was going back home or even say goodbye to you. But you don't dwell in the past and with your new job moving you in to a new place your a little happy and from what you hear it's nice there, A nice town called Ponyville whats the worst that could happen right?.


Hey. everyone I wanted to put this note here so you have a better understanding of my writing as I refer the ponies to somebody and as well have hands, I call them fillies, colts, foals and etc, while they also keep their horns, wings and tails, So basically the only things that have changed are the hoof to hands and how I refer to them, I hope this clears things up.


Now on to what's most important for my story, and that is good and nice constructive criticism, I am twenty percent behind this idea for my story (twenty percent, get it?) all jokes aside, I encourage you to leave feed back as I will read it and with the feed back you leave it helps me to get to know what wrong with it or what I am doing right, either way that allows me to make a better story for you guys to enjoy.