Tom's Cruise
Tom sighed.
The sky looked so high and proud with such beautiful shade of blue today. He wondered what sort of greatly talented pegasi ponies would have possibly done that.
He was nothing compared to the great species of ponies.
He was a rock.
He knew that. Rarity knew that... well, sort of. Why would he even have a glimpse of thought that it would have worked out?
Why would he even care?
Why would have he fallen in love?
Just to have his rock heart shattered into pebbles?
Tiny, insignificant pebbles?
He shed a tear. A man tear.
Oh, wait, or is it a rock tear? Can rocks even cry?
Tom wondered.
That was all he did.
Always.
He was on a boat. He was a devoted worker, but now, he did not know.
He figured some fresh air would do him good, and immediately regretted as he did.
The fresh air freshened up his mind, just reminding him of the horrible rejection from the unicorn.
The EVIL unicorn at that. She was mean. And she was course. And unrefined. But she was dear. And so unsure. Why did she threw her away? She used to love him, call him the most engrossing way possible, and adored him. Now she would not even talk about him.
"A drink, sir?"
His damp mind returned as an noble looking stallion asked in his way.
"The strongest alcohol available on ship... Oh, but even if you simply have to fudge it, make sure that it stays within my budget."
He added quickly in the end, remembering his poor wallet situations. The stallion looked at him with a funny expression.
And of course he won't understand. Rocks don't speak. What was Tom thinking?
The stallion pony shook his head and muttered something about going nuts and left, leaving Tom all alone to think to himself. He was not too sure that he welcomed such thing. The loneliness took place in his cold rocked heart, and he looked at the glorious sun. He asked to the sky.
"But you like me, don't you, princess Celestia?"
[Of course I do, Tom.]
An gigantic alicorn boomed from the lighted clouds.
[Of course...pfff...what kind of....princess...pfftttt...would not like.....pfffffffttt!!]
Even the giggling boomed.
[Hahahaha! No, I.....pfffttt...hate.....ugh, I can't do this......hehehee]
And the light disappeared, just like that.
If rocks had mucus, he would have ate them by now.
He turned to Bloomberg.
"You like me, don't you, Bloomberg?"
Bloomberg said nothing. He was a tree, after all.
In tears, Tom looked upon the sky once more. There was not much variety of things he could do when he was a rock. It was now the fantastic arrangement of yellow and orange. The sun was settling in for today. How time flied when one rock tormented himself of sad thoughts and a certain alicorn helps.
Celestia calling it a short day was possible, too, come to think of it.
He saw as the moon appeared out of nowhere. It was always a fantastic sight, that one. Princess Luna outdid herself for today quite well as the moon shone so brilliantly, so bright and glorious, in other ways than the sun would have ever done. What glory! What darkness! What nightly sky thingy! What pathetic attempt to get the words up to 1000 words because FIMFiction would not let the writer publish with any less than 1000 words! Cheese is the best food that exists! Trixie is the best pony!
Sentimental, he stood for a while.
Not that he had a choice.
He remembered the good times where Rarity used to take him in her house and glisten him within the light. Those were the great times.
He sniffled.
Stars filled in the black pastel of the sky.
Then some shooting stars raced across the sky, so quick and in such grace. There sure were a lot of them today. He wondered as the double shooting star crossed the sky. So intense! What could it mean?
Most shooting stars were too fast for him to handle to catch even a word of his wish to spill his cold rock lips. He looked for a chance, which was hard to get a glimpse of. But as soon as he did, without any spite of a thought, he wished.
He wished with all his heart and beyond.
"I WISH FOR LOVE!"
The shooting star disappeared just in the nick of time til he was finished of this small wish.
Then to his surprise, it reappeared.
He gasped.
Bloomberg gasped.
Even the audience gasped in awe!
The shooting star started to shoot! It came closer, and closer, and closer, and closer!
And as soon as it was so close that Tom was able to taste it....
BAZAAM!
Tom opened his eyes. That was when he realized he had eyes.
Then he smelt the fire and destruction. That was when he realized he had a nose.
The he looked around.
That was when he realized he had legs.
He was a rock with legs and eyes and a nose.
"OH MY GOD!!!"
When he shouted, that was when he realized he had an mouth as well. And a full set of teeth!
He was not just any rock with legs and eyes and a nose now.
He was a SUPER ROCK!
Tom leaped in joy, then realized he was too heavy to leap, so collapsed almost immediately. It did not matter. He had legs to actually collapse now. He smiled, for the very first time in his life.
Then he realized.
The shooting star had granted his wish.
So he stood up, and looked at the rising sun. The night was short when you were a super rock.
"HANG ON RARITY! I AM COMING!!!"
Then he ran.
Into the sunrise.
Forgetting that he was on a boat.
So he drowned.
And that's when Bloomberg said,
"Tom, what the heck."
DA END
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I didn't write this fiction.
It just kinda happened to me.
LET THE THUMBS DOWN BOMBING BEGIN!
