The Life and Account of a Mare Named Scribble

by Silver Herald

Rating: everyone
Tags: Slice of Life, Romance
Length: 726

The life story of a mare named Golden Scribble, as told by both the narrator and Scribble, herself.

Golden Scribble is just like any other mare, only different. She enjoys everything that other mares do, but she chooses to keep to herself as opposed to sharing her thoughts with other ponies. As a traveling authoress, Scribble never had the time to make new friends, for she was in an out of a city within days. this is no mistake, however, as her tendency to avoid making friends is caused by a tragic back story, one that Scribble has never revealed.
In this story, Scribble learns the importance of putting her trust in others by meeting some very important ponies during her travels- ones that prove that a true friend is worth more than anything.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-10-14 05:22:46 UTC

Golden Scribble

After a dark and treacherous time,

She met new friends, who were so kind.

They picked her up, and showed her the way,

And she began to see the light of day.

It was a bond that would surely last,

Their friendship grew so large and vast.

But the mare didn’t know there would be an end,

These ponies really weren’t her friends.

“Your hot chocolate, ma’am!”

A yellow coated unicorn mare softly closed her composition notebook and turned to the waitress, a warm and friendly smile on her face. “Thank you,” she said, placing a few bits on the table to account for her drink. The waitress left the steaming mug on the table, retrieved, the money, and trotted off toward the kitchen. With sure and steady hooves, the yellow mare picked up the mug, making sure not to spill a single drop. She lifted it to her lips and began to let the hot, delicious liquid fill her mouth. There was nothing she enjoyed more than the taste of fresh, well-made hot chocolate.

The mare’s name was Golden Scribble, but nopony knew. She wasn’t very social, in the sense that she didn’t try to make very many friends. Her real friends were fictional, and were contained within the composition notebook that she carried around everywhere. This notebook meant a lot to Scribble, as it contained all of her vented feelings, her works of fiction that so closely resembled the events of her life, with one major difference- every story ended exactly the way she wanted it to.

Scribble had a brilliant blue mane that ended where her neck met her body, and didn’t come any lower than her eyeline. Her cutie mark resembled a quill inside of a piece of parchment, and symbolized her talent for writing. It came to her the first time she vented through her written words, the day she chose not to remember, for the sake of her emotional well-being.

As good of an author as she was, nopony had read Scribble’s works. They were something she kept entirely to herself- she considered them more like journal entries than anything else. The notebook she was using was currently about halfway full, and probably wouldn’t last until the end of the week. She burned through one notebook every few days, and kept every last one of them. They were records of her life, her travels, her emotions, and pretty much everything else that went on in her life. It was like a scrapbook of words, and the pictures formed in your head as you read.

Scribble also didn’t like to stay in one place for too long, as it presented the opportunity to make friends. The mare possessed a strong desire to remain self-dependant, and had done quite a good job so far. She worked odd jobs every now and then, just to earn enough money to take a train to the next city, where she would find a new job and repeat the process. It was a lonely way to live, but it was the only way Scribble knew how to. The incident had changed her completely, and she hadn’t trusted anypony since.

After finishing about half of her drink, the mare used her magic to open her notebook. She used the same spell to pick up her pen, and continued to write.

It is right here that we begin our tale

About how one mare tried and failed

To trust another, young and slim

And would eventually fall for him

But her little crush would one day leave

And shatter the heart that he had weaved

Which left the mare, cold and alone

To run off and search for a new home.

Scribble put down her pen once more and picked up the mug, slowly bringing it up to her lips. Downing the rest of the beverage, she placed the mug back down on the table, leaving it for the staff to pick up. She placed her pen inside her notebook, closed it, and placed it inside her saddlebag. She stood up and walked out of the restaurant's front door, setting off the welcoming bells with a soft “ting-a-ling!”

“Next stop, the Los Pegasus train station,” Scribble murmured silently to herself. It was time to travel to the one place in Equestria she hadn’t been.

Ponyville.