The ProblemView OnlineA Scarred PastThe Problem"I don't know if I should tell pinkie this"I thought "she is the least likely to judge but is the most likely to laugh" as twilight was musing this she had ended up at Sugar Cube Corner already. "I might as well tell her" I thought. As I entered The store I was hit with a wave of aromas such as freshly made cookie dough, sugar canes, and CUPCAKES. "Hello dear" said Mrs. Cake" would you like to buy something?" "No thanks Mrs. Cakes but do you know where pinkie is?" I asked. "Yes she is upstairs in her bedroom with gummy." She said with a bit of a sad tone which made me wonder. As I said thanks I went up the stairs to here crying coming from pinkie's room, surprised by this I just stood in wonder of what could of made pinkie cry. Over coming this I opened the door and saw pinkie crying on her bed with gummy by her side chewing on her cotton candy like pink hair comfortingly. "Pinkie are you alright?" I asked quietly not wanting to scare her. Pinkie, startled shot up straight on the bed sending gummy flying and asked "twilight what are you doing here?" "Oh ummm" I stuttered" why were you crying" she stared downcast making me regret that I asked. "You don't need to know" she said. "But pinkie we're friends we can tell each other things, right? "Twilight you don't need to know everything about diddly squat so JUST GO AWAY!" She yelled which scared me and all I did was run, run back to the tree house when she needed me most.
EscapeView OnlineA Scarred PastEscapeThings have gotten so bad, dad beats us on a daily basis, he hits mom, and whips us to work faster. He's become a monster that has authority and we have nobody to tell, Grandma Pinkie died and so did aunt Pie. I'm so depressed that I have started cutting myself to feel better. Maud caught me once and begged me not to do it again, I just said I would but didn't stop. Death seems so inviting and easy, and celestial be damned It would be a "hell" (get it) of a lot better than this place but I don't have the guts too. Diner time has come and I had to take the seat right next to my father, you could smell the alcohol off of him. He said how worthless we all are and slapped me. I was so angry I wanted to kill him so I put my hands I'm my pockets so he wouldn't see me make fists, that was when I realized that I had the knife in my pocket from earlier before I was interrupted by diner time. I took out the knife and stabbed him in the chest while he was least suspecting. Oh how he choked and the look of shock in his eyes so awake he almost looked sober. I looked in a sense of pride and horror of what I had done. My family stared at me in shock, no one said a word. That's when I got up and ran, ran away from my father, my family, from hell. A/N TWO CHAPTERS IN A DAY WITH WRITERS BLOCK I'M ON A ROLL.
Lone WandererView OnlineA Scarred PastLone WandererSo I wandered around for about 2 months going from town to town until I ended up at dodge city, I slept in the alleyways and scourged for food. I never spent more then two weeks at a place but I only spent 3 days here. I felt as if tension was rising almost as if something big was going happen. I woke up to loud noises and looked outside the alley ways to find a big parade with people standing all around. I felt like I needed to get out of there or else I'll be caught by the patrolling police. I somehow ended up near a bakery shop, and the food smelled so good it made my stomach growl. You could smell the cupcakes, muffins, cookies, and other pastries. I decided to check the back to the trash cans to see if any of the pastries were still good. Most were stale but there were a few edible ones in there. I heard noises so I hid behind the trash can, I saw a male person with a orange hide and a darker shaded orange mane and tail. He was throwing trash away and he must of saw me because he stared right at me. I guess no matter how dirty I am my pink coat and mane stick out like a sore thumb. He looked at me in a form of pity which I did not like, it made me feel weak and helpless. "He there little fella" he said " where are your parents?" I shrugged. "Would you like to come inside" he asked politely. I just simply stared indecisively. "We won't hurt you" the man said " my name is carrot cake."
A New Land and Maybe New FriendsView OnlineA Scarred PastA New Land and Maybe New FriendsONE WEEKLATER: After the long time it took to move everything from the original store to this new place i've only seen part of this town, ponyville I believe. The Cakes taught me everything from counting to spelling and everything in between, because there is no school. I met a young light purpleish foal that says that shes going to grow up to be a teacher, I think her name was Cheerilee and she was with her friend Big Macintosh. He was a red foal with a orange mane and a southern accent. i also met a old lady her name was Granny Smith, and she seemed nice. I had told the cakes that to let every pony know about their new store they should have a grand opening party, they agreed to it but the problem was there was not enough room in the store to hold a party of the size I was planning. So I asked Granny Smith if I could use her bar, she was skeptical at first but I said they could sell their apple treats their so they would have profits from the party. (Ah capitalism) She agreed to it and I was so happy. I was looking around the party and found a young filly who seemed like she was not enjoying the party, I asked her why she wasn't enjoying the party. She said her mom was the magician for the party and she kept pressuring her to be a great and powerful magician, so that she didn't have to work on the rock farm who the owner was killed by his own daughter. I told her not to worry and that she would be a great magician and be powerful. She told me her name was Trixie and I said goodbye. I started feeling sick and went to the bathroom at least that bastard is dead he deserved it. I threw up a little bit, washed out my mouth, and left the bathroom. I looked at the too stands the cakes and the apple family they both had good lines and looked like they were making great profits, satisfied that this party didn't need me anymore I went home and slept because I haven't got the stamina to last at parties yet. A/N I'm sorry I haven't updated in a long time, I've been working on this chapter for a long time. Also if it seems a bit rushed it's because I finished it on the other app but screwed it up by pasting another story over it and they is now undo button.
Best Friends....Never?View OnlineA Scarred PastBest Friends....Never?"My name is pinkie pie." I said. "Why are you in the corner?" "You're a stranger," she replied" I'm not allowed to talk to strangers." "But if you can't talk to strangers then how do you meet new people?" I try to explain. "I have my animal friends I don't need to meet new people." She replied. "Oh, can we be friends though" I ask. "I'm sorry but I don't know you at all maybe if we knew eachother more but we can't talk until later." She replied skeptical. "How long later?" I really wanted to know. "When we're a lot older and I can trust you better." My heart sunk and my main deflated. "Oh ok well I'll just to then" I walk out the door and mindlessly walk and walk and walk and walk. A/N sorry it's so short but my eye hurts and I'm exhausted
The FarmView OnlineA Scarred PastThe FarmNarrator: we all knew about pinkie and the rock farm but what we didn't know was what happened there. Pinkies pov: it was finally night we were able to catch a break. It's so hard moving the rocks here and there we are all tired. We being me, my three sisters, Maude, limestone, and marble, and our parents igneous and cloudy. We are the most successful rock farmers but it's tough work with just us. No talking or playing just work and sleep with meals but that was it. My father was very unhappy today even more so then usual and that made me unhappy. He called for a family meeting and everyone came into the living room. He said that as the economy (whatever that is) is decreasing we will have to work harder, faster, and have shorter meals. It's almost been a week since that was ordered and we have become mostly skin and bones. Life has become more miserable. My sisters aren't doing well either, mostly to tired to even look at each other. But that all changed when I saw that rainbow, it was beautiful. I decided to throw a party for my family to help make life more enjoyable. After the party though there still was work and it's still tough and dad has become short tempered and angry, something else is up and I intend to find out. It turns out my dad had business plans that got cancelled making us lose more money. My dad has been drinking and yells at us to stop slaking of. Soon occasional smiles didn't happen anymore.
Possibly A New Family?View OnlineA Scarred PastPossibly A New Family?"Cupcake!" Mr cake yelled" where are you?" "I'm in the kitchen" mrs cake replied. "Could you come over here real quick" he said back. We could hear here footsteps coming and I was starting to get nervous. She appeared, she looked like a middle aged mare with a blue coat and swirly red mane and tail. "Why who is this?" she asked. "I found her next to a trashcan in the back" mr cake cut in. "Dear why were you in the trashcans, don't tell me you don't have a home?" I just shook my head and stared at the ground. "Huh, come with me dear" she commanded She sat me at a countertop, the shop was empty, but by the look of there hardly being any treats rush hour just ended everyone was probably watching the parade. She came back with a rainbow frosted cupcake which I ate hungrily with no self control. It tasted sweet and delicious with a hint of lemon. "It was delicious, thank you" I said " no problem dear" she replied what's your name she asked" pinkamena Diane pie" I answered. "That's a mouthful, how about we call you pinkie pie?" She asked. "Ok" was all I said. "Hmmm, well since you don't have a home how about you stay with us. We're going to move our shop in a few days to a place called ponyville and it has a upstairs loft we aren't going to use." "I-I-I-" I stuttered" thank you" I finally said. "Your welcome dear, what kind of people would we be not to get you a home" she said. As it turns out they let me stay but in return they taught me how to bake to help them in the kitchen when they needed it, soon it was time to pack up and move to ponyville. Don't worry ponyville isn't the end it's only just the beginning oh and feel free to comment
Boredom KillerView OnlineA Scarred PastBoredom KillerI woke up with a killer headache from the party. I found some pills and popped one of them, hoping it was the right kind. I walked down the stairs and saw mr. And ms. Cake baking, I had decided to help the but they said the didn't need any. So I walked the streets hoping to find something to do. I came across a pony who had a blonde mane and a gray coat, she said her name was ditzy but people called her derpy. I found that kind of rude but she didn't seem concerned about it. A I continued to walk around I ran into a building that was off from everywhere else which I found strange. I knocked on the door and waited for a answer. A small filly like me cautiously opened the door and quickly slammed it shut when she saw me. "That's strange" I thought to myself. The door was unlocked so I opened it up but the filly was nowhere to be found. As I was about to leave I heard a sniffle come from the corner of the room and walked over to there. "Hello?" I called out." What's your name?" "F-flutter-sh-shy" was the response. A/N ALMOST TWO MONTHS SINCE I UPDATED THIS?!?!? I deserve to be punished. Don't hate me people
