The Lucky colt

Can’t believe I’m adding a second entry… Maybe it’s about time I get this off my chest… But the question is since this is a journal and only I will see it, should I do something artistic such as write my dreams for the future now, or tell my life before telling my dreams? I know both are valuable to discover who I am, but what would be the point in putting a dream in the middle of a story? What if somepony picks this up and judges me for it?

I sound crazy just talking like this… Let’s go with another story, hopefully this one will be more therapeutic than the last…

I was seven years old and it was around the time of the school talent contest. All the other fillies and colts in my class had something they were good at, resembled by their cutie mark… But I didn’t have mine yet... I wasn’t good at much, I was just a small earth pony colt that looked like a mare for Celestia knew why. I did start cutting my mane and tail shorter so I could be seen as more colt like, but the fillies and colts in my class still looked at my short stature instead of my other features.

Nearing the days of the talent contest I saw everypony practicing in class, all having something special about them. I always loved to sing, but I was never good enough at it to be a talent, so I backed out of that position at the contest.

The teacher approached me and asked “Why aren’t you practicing, Mirage?”

I looked up at her and said “I don’t have a talent…”

She shook her head. “You have a talent out there, you just need to find out what it is… Have you tried something simple just for the show?”

“No…” I was too bummed to think of a quick talent I could have used.

“Well, I’m sure you’ll think of something.” She replied. Walking to the bookshelf she pulled a book down and offered it to me. “Try looking at this.”

Looking at the book it was titled ‘What makes me Special’, and I looked at it carefully. “What’s this?”

“It’s a book filled with talents ponies can have.” She replied joyfully. “Try looking at the book and seeing if something catches your eye.”

I nodded and opened it. It was amazing, so many talents I haven’t even thought of. Who would’ve known I could’ve used Creative Writing as a talent, so I knew what I was going to do. I was going to write a short story and read it to everypony, it’d have to be short but amazing, so I got to it.

I still have that story today, written in black ink on a brown piece of paper, based off my great uncle, and it got me in trouble with the school. It’s survived multiple moves, a small house fire, and having a bottle of Tequila spilled all over it. Let me re-write it for you, so you know how young me wrote compared to my stories now.

It was cold at the base, Dusk was trotting up to a medic and asked “How do you cure a snake bite?”

The medic looked at him and said “What?”

“Snake bite, how do you cure it?” Dusk asked again.

“Well,” The medic started, “You’re gonna have to cut near the bite and suck the poison out before it gets into the bloodstream.”

“Oh…” Dusk nodded. “Better go tell Ace the bad news.”

“I told you how to cure it, so go do it.” The medic was too busy with his own work.

“Are you crazy?” Dusk asked. “I’m not sucking on Ace’s ass.”

I know, it was short, but it’s what I wrote as a kid. I even wrote the word ‘ass’ because that’s how my dad always told me the story I based it off of. My dad always swore around me, so did my mom. They swore, drank, and did many things most parents wouldn’t do around me, but I accepted it and soon thought it was the norm.

Anyways, back to the talent contest.

I had finished the story just in time for the talent contest, of course I had wrote multiple stories but thought the one that was true would be the best. I went up on stage and heard something creaking, which I ignored as I told my story. Half way through the story, I heard it again, this time it was a bit louder as I felt the ground shake a bit, must’ve been a train.

As the stage shook, I heard the creaking continue until I heard a click. In a second I felt something hit my head and I fell to the ground, my eyes blurring as somepony ran onto the stage, ponies screaming as I passed out.

I woke up in the hospital. I don’t know how long I’d been passed out, but I was hooked up to some machines. The back of my head hurt as I looked around the room, seeing my mother, father, and grandmother watching me carefully. I suffered head trauma, and I had to stay in the hospital for a month.

During that month I was mostly alone in the hospital, trying to regain my memory from the past few days. I read a lot of books while I was there, and the ponies from school all sent me get well cards… Some of them were mean though… I wasn’t very liked in school, I did nothing to make ponies mad but somehow that was enough for one fourth of the class to hate me… Then again I didn’t talk to many ponies, I was a bit of an outcast, and receiving those mean notes made me hate each and every one of those ponies.

All but one... Sharp Shot. He and I were best friends in school, we were almost like brothers. If it weren’t for him, I would’ve been alone at school.

I think that was good enough for today… Time for lunch...