Equestrian Nightmare

by VectorFan98

Rating: teen
Tags: Human, Dark
Length: 1443

A failed writer gets brought to Equestria by a mess up from Luna and realizes he wasn't the only on

After is latest story being rejected by publishers Ryan goes on alcoholic bender and gets brought to Equestria by a mess up from Princess Luna and soon realizes he wasn't the only thing that was sent there.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2012-09-10 01:43:01 UTC

Chapter 1

I sat down at my desk reading the latest batch of rejection letters from various publishers about my

book. I have been rejected by every publisher, mocked by the public and ridiculed by my family. Yet I

continue to write because I know it’s what I’m meant to do, so every day I mail in my new story to a

publisher and pray for acceptance.

Where is my life going? I mused sadly, burying my head in my hands. I peeked out from between my

fingers, and spied a manila envelope sticking out of a pile of mail. I opened the package, my hands

trembling with anticipation, but it said that the publisher has again rejected. I just sat there, reading the

letter over and over, growing more and more dejected. I groaned and got myself two bottles of Crown

Royal, sat back in my chair and threw another rejection letter in the trash. I just sat there drowning my

sorrows; I rarely drink so it came as no surprise when I couldn't walk normally after the first bottle.

I was looking over the empty bottles of Crown Royal when I heard the phone ring in my bedroom. I

could only afford the one phone, so I had to get up to answer it. I had to sit down on the edge of my bed

after checking the caller ID, because it was my father. I haven’t talked to him since I moved to the

Colorado Mountains to get my head straight, and work one of my failed attempts at a book.

“Hello”

“Ryan, how are you?” my father said coolly.

“Hello, dad,” I answered, ignoring his question.

“Ryan, why don’t you come back home? I can teach you to be a dentist properly, far better than any

school can. You can take the test and get your license by this time in the next  8 years.”

“I don’t want to be a dentist, father! I’m born to be an author!” I shouted dramatically.

“Wake up Ryan! You’re not a writer and you will never be!”

In a fit of rage I hung up on him. I lay back on my bed; I remember when my dream began May 14, 2010 the day that Alan Wake came out. I don’t why it made me start to write but the day I finished the game I began to write. The month of May was the first time I was rejected by a publisher, sure it made me sad but i kept trying. For the next three months I worked on that one story trying to get it published ,

every publisher in America and the UK rejected my work, so I wrote another story because with

experience comes knowledge, but yet again my second story was rejected. For three years I have been

rejected by every publisher in America, Canada, and England.

After I sobered, I had to go back to work at Starbucks, where every day I was mocked by those idiots

who bring their laptops and write poetry. When I arrived I was greeted by my boss.

“Mister Shelton, where have you been!?” he yelled.

“Sorry Mr. Wilson. I've been sick.”

“I don’t care what your excuse is! I know you've been drinking, but I need you to work, and get here on

time,” he replied.

“Yes sir.”

I went to my register, and began my job, with the lovely inclusion of having to listen to idiots who bring

their laptops to write poetry.

I sat there at my register, watching my life fade away seeing people coming in and out, seeing people

write poetry and “stories” just a like normal day. when I have to take orders I would just said nothing

and have a blank emotionless face, my coworker Isaac would act  like his job was something important

but if he get fired they will probably replace him in a week. The day was like normal, people would walk

order coffee and walk out. I knew I could do better with my life, I knew what I had to do. I walked in to

Mr. Wilson office and I turned in my uniform and I walked out.

~~~

With my previous actions still buzzing around my mind like an angry hive, I was surprised to realise that

the normally long journey came to a sudden halt as I reached my grey front door. Trudging through bills,

bags and littered pieces of what even I deemed unworthy for my stories, I made my way to the small

desk beside my bed. I merely glanced over the letters, pens, plain paper and even my newest story,

seeking the real reason why I found myself at the desk. I reached under to pull out a brown liquid sealed

in a glass container, and began to unscrew the cap to the last of my whiskey. All the while my mind

reminded me of my mistake.

What the hell were you thinking? Is this already better than what you had about an hour ago? This

pigsty is going to be the beginning of my already successful life? I chided to myself, reaching into my

pocket to find my wallet. Flicking over the brown flap and opening it up, I found that I had only had ten

dollars

Great... that will last me about a week.

With the ever looming, cold sensation of melancholy filling my soul, I chose to attempt to lighten my

heart with the effects of the spirit in hand. It wasn't long before I had come to the bottom of the glass,

and I could feel the burning rage build up as I scowled towards the empty glass vessel. I thought I could

obliterate my troubles by simply shattering the bottle, but first I was not going to let the last drop go to

waste. Tilting the drink back, lazily leaning backwards, I waited for the last foul taste the throat

scorching beverage. However something else took my immediate attention.

With my balance corrupted by newly found night time companion, Jack Daniels, I fell back out of the

chair. With a piercing spike of pain, followed by a constant torturous throbbing, my body decided to

slowly shut down. I could only watch as crimson life force ventured further away from my skull, pooling

on the frozen floor in a mock attempt to climb back into my gasping mouth. Paralyzed by pain and a

slowly arriving state of unconsciousness, I continued the glare at the now shattered bottle of whiskey.

It wasn't long before the darkness stole my vision, but I was certain that my problems were finally over.

~~~

I woke up in an area filled with thick grey fog which I could barely see through;   the laughter of children

filled the air. The ground felt like grass, but it was dark soil. The world felt flat with no hills, the wind

doesn't make a noise, but only an almost silent voice said “come here.” I followed the voice, the more I

went north the voice got louder, but when the voice was at its the loudest. A black figure came down, a

hood and robe concealing its figure, though I could still tell that it was not humanoid.

“Oh no this is not good” the dark figure said

“Who are you, what are you and most important where am I

“We are Princess Luna, and we are an alicorn you know the wings of a Pegasus and the horn or a unicorn

she said

“And where am I again? I asked

“Yes, thou are in the dream world” she explained

“The dream world” I asked

“A place where the dreams are stored and sometimes nightmares. I guide ponies through their

nightmares to the end” She replayed

“But how did I get here” I asked

“Well thou got in an accident and after then thou got in coma and we were trying to see if other

creatures in different universe dream, but when we were looking thou came”

“Alright so send me back”“We are afraid it is a little more complicated than that universes keep moving around and until yours gets near this one we can send you back home, but until then you are stuck here”

“So what am I supposed to do?” I asked

“Well we have a student who lives in Canterlot and thou could stay with him, his name is Dawnlight he is

overall a generally a nice pony”

“ OK I will go stay with him”

“Great when thou wake up, thou will have arrived at his house”

A bright blinding flash came from her horn.