Life and Times of Silver Script

I slept about half the day away. It was Saturday, so Scootaloo was with her friends while Rainbow and myself were up in the cloud home. I sit comfortably on the couch after dragging a nearby coffee table closer to the couch with the intention of making it my personal work station for writing. I unload my black saddle bags along the table, shuffling sheets back into the stories I thought they belonged to, "Messy messy mess." I shake my head, snickering, "How am I such a slob?" I ask myself.

"Yeah, seriously Silver!" Rainbow pokes her head behind the couch right at my ear, making me jump.

"GAH!" my wings put themselves over my head, a reaction from the past years in the dangerous ghettos of Manehattan.

She snickers, jumping up over the couch and landing next to me with a soft thud against the cushions. "Still a little jumpy, huh?" she laughs, teasingly tugging at my wings for me to put them down.

"Blame Manehattan, place is a waking nightmare." I sigh, my wings going back to their slack position. A slight caress pulled my eyes to my wing, seeing her hoof still holding it.

"Oh, well, I guess you're glad to be here, huh?" she smiles, but I hardly hear her, eyes locked on the hoof seemingly absent-mindedly petting my ruffled feathers flat. She must realize me staring as I see her hoof slip from my wing and to her side, "Say.. how can you sit like that?" her sudden words make me look up, tucking my wings back against my sides, "I've seen one other unicorn sit like that, but I never see it enough to ask her why."

It's true how I sit is odd, even to myself, "It's just... comfy I guess." I shrug my shoulders, "Everypony calls me crazy, but I kinda tune them out now."

She chuckles softly, "Boy do those ponies have you pegged." I smile to her, she smiles back, and her eyes fall to the coffee table, "So what'cha doing?"

I sigh, looking back to the mess, "Organizing, for now." I pick up a sheet with one of my old poems, "When I'm done with that I need to find a certain story for your unicorn friend."

"Twilight?" Dash looked at a couple of the pages, maybe reading a line or two before moving them aside to peek at another page.

"No, Rarity." I slip the poem into one of the folders marked 'Old' and pick up another page, "I mentioned something about a forbade romance between a servant and a princess and she just..." I looked up from the pages and looked at Dash, making a face that looks overly joyed. After her small giggle, I turn back to filing. "I doubt it's really anything you'd be excited about."

Dash takes an exaggerated gasp, "Are you saying I'm not..." she takes a slight pose of an iconic high class mare, "ladylike?"

My eyes roll as I give a playful sigh, "I'm more saying I don't take you as much of a reader." My ear twitches at the slight 'humph' as the weight on the couch lifts and flies quickly up the stairs. A few sorted pages later, a large stack of books lands on the table with a thud.

"Not much of a reader, huh?" Rainbow smirks triumphantly, "I've got all of the Daring Do books to date, thanks to Twilight." I eye each of them, reading the titles quickly and counting them off in my head.

"Well, I give a dedicated fan props when they're due." I smirk up to the mare, "Congrats, you're the second biggest Daring Do fan in Equestria." Her look goes from proud to skeptical.

Predicting her next question, I turn to another one of my bags, "Well who's the first!?" Her face goes from skeptical to amazed when I turn around wearing a ratty old Daring Do hat and a picture of me and A.K. Yearling, the author herself. "No way..."

"I met the author, though only briefly. She was in Manehattan looking for something when I bumped into her. She seemed to be in a real hurry, so I asked for a quick snapshot and bam!" I take the top book from Rainbow's collection and look at the cover and the photo, "Funny how they look so similar, huh?" Rainbow hovers beside me, looking between them as well.

"Really? I don't see it." she takes the book from my hoof and places it back on the top, then picks up the whole stack with ease, "So you have a photo with her, big deal. I bet you geeked out when meeting her, all stuttery and stuff. I would never do that!"

"Okay maybe a little...." I put the photo back in the back, along with the hat, "So you read now? That's new for you."

"Yeah..." she smiles bashfully, "it's funny what a broken wing and a month in the hospital can do to you." She quickly flies back upstairs. I hear a few thuds and a soft grunt of frustration.

It takes a few minutes before Dash trots back downstairs, "Drop your books?" I call, not looking back at her. The only response was a soft grunt as she sat behind the couch, resting her chin on the back of it. I smile back at her as she stares at the table, and me shuffling papers back in their homes.

"You done yet?" she asked in a flat bored tone. My ears flicked softly as I turn back with a grin, matching the smirk as she eyed me from the corners of her eyes.

"Why? Interested in what I've got for stories?" I move to my bag, looking through a few of my completed works still only in rough draft forms.

"Not if all you've got are prissy romance novels." she teases with a light chuckle. I pull one file in particular out and hold it in front of her muzzle.

"Action? You got it. Adventure? Of course! And let's not forget the sprinkle of drama!" She looks at the cover of the folder, which I decorated with a small illustration.

She eyes the drawing for a moment, "That's kinda cool!" she takes the folder from my hoof and flys back beside me on the sofa. "Where'd you get the idea of knights and stuff?"

"Well, I'm not exactly a history buff, but Commander Hurricane was pretty awesome." I snicker, "This isn't a history story, per-say, well, it kind of is. It's about one of Hurricane's soldiers, not a real one, mind you, and his struggles with training, life in the military, so on. It's got a few important events scattered about here and there from the past."

Dash eyed me and looks back at the story, "Got something more, I don't know... cool?" My ears fell in a slight frustration, "... what?"

"Nothing, uhm...." I go back to my bag, shuffling through, "Ugh... you know what, how about you go through my bag yourself and find something that might tickle your fancy. I want to get this story to Rarity before I procrastinate anymore, then I have to grab a few things from Princess Twilight."

Rainbow frowns, "I hit a nerve, didn't I?"

"No no, I'm fine. I'll see you in a few, kay?" I trot out the door and close it a little harder then I meant to.

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The door slams behind Silver, making Rainbow wince a little and her frown grow, "Way to go, Rainbow Ditz." she sighs to herself. Here eyes go from the cloud floor to the open bag belonging to her guest, "Guess I'll browse, he did say I could." She sits on the couch, pulling up the bag and shuffles through the numerous folders. She pulls one out titled 'Nightmares Past' with an illustration of an intimidating looking Bat Pony in full plate armor and a Unicorn in a fancy robe. Turning the cover over, she saw on the first page nearly completely blank save for the title and Silver's signature under it. Her eyes caught a bright red hue on the back of the portfolio cover.

Terrible, not good enough for critiques or even a passerby reader.
REWRITE ALL!!!

Dash gasps softly, 'It's not in Silver's hoofwriting, so it must have been a critique who wrote it.' she gathered, 'No wonder he took what I said so hard... poor guy.'

She looks back at the front of the first page and read aloud, "Nightmares Past, by Silver Script." she turns the page, clearing her throat before reading again, "Chapter One...."