Writers Block

“Oh man, oh man, oh man,” I said worriedly as I paced back and forth in front of the fountain in the center of Ponyville. It was nighttime, probably around seven- or eight-o’ clock. I glanced around nervously at the numerous shadows cast by the torch-lit street corners.

Just then, I heard a voice behind me. “You seem a little nervous tonight,” I turned and, standing just a few feet away from me, was Rainbow Dash. Her rose-colored eyes had a humorous glint in them, and her mane seemed to shine in the surrounding light.

I smiled nervously. “I was just, uh, thinking about my book,” I lied. Asking her to go for a walk with me at night may have made it a little obvious, but I wasn’t sure if I was ready to be open with my feelings just yet.

“Well, what are we waiting for?” she said excitedly, and dashed off in the direction of the forest. I followed close behind, planning out how I would tell her how I felt about her.

When we reached the forest, Rainbow smiled at me mischievously and dove into the bushes, disappearing instantly. I stared for a few moments, until she poked her head from the thicket.

“Come on!” she said, laughing, and then dove back in. I shrugged, and then jumped in after her.

I ran through the near-pitch-black forest, guided only by Rainbow’s laughter as she sprinted only a couple of yards ahead of me. I hope she decides to stop soon, I thought tiredly, because I don’t think I can keep this up for much longer!

Just then, I entered a small clearing, perfectly illuminated by the moonlight. I looked around in wonder and confusion. What is this place? I thought awestruck. I heard a rustling off to the side, and when I turned, I saw Rainbow Dash entering the clearing, a proud smile on her face.

“You like it? I found it earlier when I was flying around. Even during the day it looked like an awesome spot to hang out in,” she said as she approached. I nodded wordlessly as I continued to study the surroundings. The edge of the clearing was covered in all kinds of flowers, and slightly off-center was a small pond.

I turned to Rainbow Dash once again, and saw she was right next to me, eyeing me strangely. I chuckled nervously, and she pushed me over, knocking me on my back, and pinned me to the ground.

“R-Rainbow, what are you doing?” I yelled.

She just smiled sweetly. “Shh, Sketch, calm down. I know how you feel about me,” she said in a seductive tone, “and I feel the same way about you.”

I froze, and for a few moments my mind quickly went back and forth between She really likes me! And WHO TOLD HER?! I stopped breathing as she closed her eyes and leaned forward, bringing her muzzle close to mine, and-

I bolted upright in bed when I heard a loud knock at the door. I looked around my room wildly, trying to figure out what had happened, when it hit me: It was just a dream. “AW, COME ON!” I shouted, and then jumped out of my bed, grumbling all the way to the front door. I lightened up a little when I saw it was just Pinkie Pie.

The bouncy pink earth pony smiled. “I’m throwing another party over at my house! I went a little overboard on the cake, so I decided to invite you and the other girls over! And besides,” she said, leaning in close and lowing her voice in a secretive way, “you could take this as an opportunity to talk to Dashie.” I gulped.

“Hey, why did you shout like that?” Pinkie asked suddenly. I sighed happily.

“Oh, I was having this amazing dream,” I said happily, but stopped when I saw Pinkie eyeing me funnily.

“What were you dreaming about, Sketch?” she asked teasingly.

I quickly glanced behind her and said the first thing that came to my mind.

“Uh… ducks. I was dreaming about ducks.”

She stared at me suspiciously for a few seconds, and then started smiling again. “Okay! I’ll see you later, then!” she said happily, and then bounced away. I stared after her, and suddenly got an idea for my story. Well, maybe not an idea for my story, but something I could do related to it. I ran to the living room, grabbed a piece of paper and pencil, and started to write. Now that I finally had my story underway, I needed to send word to a publishing company for when it was finished.

Dear Grey Wings Publishing,

My name is Hasty Sketch. I am 16 years old, and was wondering if you would be willing to take a look at a story I am working on. I have attached the first two chapters of my story for you to read and perhaps see if you would be interested in publishing it when I am finished. I am looking forward to your feedback.

Sincerely,

Hasty Sketch

I looked over my letter a few times, making sure I had gotten it right, put it in an envelope with a copy of my story, and then sprinted off to the mailbox to send off my letter.

When I reached the box, I saw there was already a letter waiting there for me. I opened it quickly and began to read. It was from my parents!

Dear Hasty Sketch,

How are you, son? We’ve been settling in quite well here in Manehattan. Your mother is enjoying her job at the flower shop, and my job at the construction site is… well, it’s work. We wish you were here with us, but I know that you need space to get your writing done. But, enough of that; How are you? Is your writing coming along? Are you making friends? Make sure you let us know soon!

Love you son,

Dad and Mom

I smiled as I read this; I could always count on my dad to check in on me. I went back into the house and wrote up another letter.

Dear Mom and Dad,

I’m doing pretty well out here in Ponyville. I’ve already made some friends, and I’ve gotten a good start on my story. I don’t think things could be going any better. I’m glad you guys are settling in alright, and hope to see you soon.

Love, Hasty Sketch

I walked back to the mailbox and deposited my two letters, now feeling better about having been awakened from my dream. “Now,” I said happily, “I have a party to attend!”