A Cure for Writers Block

by The Drifting Bard

Rating: everyone
Tags: Random, Princess Celestia, Main 6, Princess Luna, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Cutie Mark Crusaders, Romance
Length: 5918

Another series of oneshots of infinite status and randomness

usually i would have either a longwionded unexplainable plot or a random bout of madness, such as the case with my other many fics on here (which as of late havent been updated...sorry)
to put it bluntly, this is what happens when i have writers block.... i write things, stupid things, short things....

feel free to comment and give feedback :L and if you want me to continue one as a full fanfiction just send me a message with the title of it and i'll see how creative i can get

Published 2012-05-15 03:54:01 UTC
Last updated 2017-12-29 20:30:33 UTC

another day

all this is written on a PS3

this little project here is just a little check to see if i can still keep my ideas flowing in order to write more stuff for the many different fanfics up on this glorious website...so hopefully as time passes on, there may be more of these little oneshots containing OCs and other things. enjoy and don't hesitate to say what you think

It was another cheery day in Ponyville. The leaves danced on the gentle leaves, and the sweet smell of spring was in the air. The smell was coming from a bouncing mare who was spreading joy to the hearts and hooves of those around her. Sighing inwards, I knew I wouldn't have the strength or the courage to ask her out. Sometimes life has a funny way of sneaking up on you.
On a day like today, the 15th of may the sunny skies over head would usually make way for a great and grand day out.

I had been walking through the park, watching as the young fillies played thier games, enjoying themselves. The sight couldn't help but make you smile.
these days though, I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. They had friends who wouldn't really leave them. They had thier who lives together in a sense.
but me?

Ha...

I was alone, so to speak.
The fact is, its not that I am alone... I just feel.... abandoned.
Times change, ponies change... and all the while, I stay the same.
Its funny actually, the most friendliest, laid back pony had abandonment issues. yeah...real funny
"Hey, Fame? are you okay?"
A voice was heard behind me. I faked a smile and continued on, "never better,"
My smile faltered slightly as i turned to face the speaking mare "Pinkie". she could see something was bothering me.
It was at that moment she pulled me into a hug. "remember if there's anything wrong you can always talk to auntie Pinkie"

Little by little, Pinkie could see I was having trouble opening up.
"Pinkie, as much as I appreciate the... emotional pillar you gave me... I'm..." I sighed mid-sentance as she shot me the most heart warming smile I had seen in a long while. we continued our trotting and wound up in a cafe. I took a seat by the window. "I'm nothing more than a.....jeez.. I don't even know the word...."
"I know what you are," Pinkie looked at me with an insightful look. "you're lonely"
the fake smile had completely gone, and I simply nodded.

She confirmed her own suspicions about me.
"I'm not just lonely, I'm... pathetic....I'm just as bad as those idiots drinking thier lives away in some seedy rundown bar, when the lights always flicker and the beer tastes like ass and..... and...... I think I'm in love with you, and that just makes things even worse for me"

"Why?" she exclaimed "why does that make things worse for you?" she asked.

I mentally kicked myself in the head for saying anything. "because..... because I don't know who I am anymore,"
It was true, I've lost myself to the facade that was a happy stallion with a penchant for madcap situations.
but the reality was that I would constantly get myself into these messes for fear of being alone.
I would constantly seek out dangerous situations in order to get noticed.

I suddenly felt a hoof bonk me on the head.
"you silly pony, I know who you are," Pinkie Beamed.
I raised an eyebrow.
"you're Bright Fame, a talented musician who knows how to party, you also know how to bake muffins,"
She continued an extremely long list until I noticed a blush forming on her face. ""and thats why you wont be alone...because you'll have me to pick you up when your down..."
"wait what?... are you saying?"
she simply nodded and pecked me on the cheeck.

"check please!"

the sounds of bits hitting the counter was heard as I phazed in and out of my own irrational thought is this a dream? am I... dead? my thoughts of doubt were abruptly silenced as I was once again brought out of a trance by getting pecked on the cheek. "you're doing that thing again"
"thinking? yeah... it hurts a bit doesnt it" we shared a laugh.
there was distinct noise in the background as we walked together, both of us grinning like idiots and sharing a few kisses.
however, as I looked up, I was met with a pair of very annoyed magneta eyes, "Pinkie Pie, there you are... wait you're not Pinkie Pie" the Cyan pegasus sighed as she reached behind me, grabbing the mare in question. "Pinkie, I thought we were pranking today remeber?"

"oh, silly Dashie, I forgot about that, something... important came up" Pinkie blushed. Rainbow Dash caught on quickly. she noticed my goofy grin. "well...nice goin' Fame, landing yourself with Equestria's most random Mare" the rainbow maned pegasus chuckled. she then whispered in my ear a warning. "if you break her heart i'll snap that horn of yours off"
I smiled sheepishly, more worried about which horn she.'d snap off "oh and one more thing,"

she then smiled, speaking within Pinkie's hearing range. "Happy Birthday Fame"
there was a loud gasp and Pinkie disappeared. "was that good?" I chuckled.

within a few moments a rainbow streak had shot off into the distance.
I was again left smiling, somepony had actually remembered my birthday. it was a rare thing.
if this was manehattan or fillydelphia, I'd probably be wallowing in self pity at some bar somewhere. but now?
heh... if I was a dirty minded colt (no promises there) I'd probably say I'd be under or ontop of pinkie within an instance...

but guys like me are hard to comeby these days, Rarity said it herself, I had manners, neutral manners, I can be a pig, I can be a gentlecolt.
but she also said that whoever gets me will be extremely lucky.
thats bullshit.

i'm the lucky one. lucky to have friends like these and lucky to have her in my life finally

date: 14/05/2012
time: 23:34
...only 25 more minutes and im 21... level up get.

12 bar blues

contains human x Rarity

there was a cool breeze on the horizon.
the sun beat down on the grassy park. kids were as per usual playing and doing whatever it is that kids do.
the twanging of strings and conversations being made were coming from a tree. sunlight being filtered through the leaves.
i simply relaxed with a guitar in my hands. watching Pinkie pie with her new Coltfriend.
always knew the guy would finally get up of his flank and get her. Rarity was laid on her back, sunning herself.
"you know dear, thats a bit of a bad idea" i said with a slight chuckle.
"what is darling?" she asked.
"you've white fur and you're lying outside in the sun? are you trying to cook yourself?"
she didn't say anything.
"stay there, if I can get this right, i'll be able to cook an egg on your sexy little flank" i smiled.
ever since my first arrival here, i've been feared, revered, and finally respected.
and now...
i'm loved.

there were many obstacles in my path, but i got over them with a little help.
"if you even try it, i know a certain Human who won't be getting any tonight" she giggled.
within a few moments i had successfully re-tuned my acoustic. now sitting there next to my alabaster lover.
she looked up and smiled, "learnt anything new?"
i shrugged my shoulders and began playing a cheerful 12 bar blues scale.

the world went by slowly, i looked down to Rarity.
she had dozed off. so i simply watched the peaceful rhythm of her breath.
looking up i noticed the sun was slowly setting. the peaceful light blue sky slowly becoming different hues of pink and orange as the sun drifted off in the horizon.

i stopped playing as Rarity awoke from her slumber.
"hey, i thought i told you to wake me up if i" I shushed her as i pointed up at the spectacle before me.
"beautiful isnt it?" i smiled. she simply looked up at me as a small tear rolled down her cheek.
she simply nodded.
i placed the guitar down next her side.

"Rarity, i've been doing alot of thinking recently," i took a deep breath as she turned to me.
i fumbled around in my coat pockets, having made enough money to buy it.
"and i know we've only been together for what... a year and a half? but... ah..."
finally pulling out the box, she stood up in front of me.
"...Rarity, Will you Marry me?"
i opened the box, a simple bangle with a simple inscription.

my shimmering diamond

She stood there, unmoving. almost as if time itself had stopped.
then i saw the floodgates open as she repeatedly said "yes"
i placed the bangle on her foreleg, she jumped on top of me, showering me with kisses.
i then passionately kissed her back.

the moon had finally taken its place among the stars.
the moonlight reflected off of Rarity's alabaster coat as i carried her home.
she was giggling happily.

soon, i'd have a family again.
and for the first time.... i'd have a beautiful wife to come home to everyday.

The Roadie

contains an OC
inspired by Tenacious D

un-named sequel to The More Days Go By

The thunderous crash of shattered glass resounded in the green room.
i took a bottle in my hooves and drank. removing the bottle from my mouth, I continued to listen as the horrible noise carried on. the vocalist was screaming into the microphone, the guitarist was permanently stuck in drop D... and the drummer? thicker than shit. the bassist was probably the only one with talent. fucking amateurs i thought to myself.
how these kids got big, i will never know. music was a lot better back in the day.
I sighed, taking a swig from the bottle.

I remember working with the human and his band of misfits, such a laugh.
hell, i was part of the band itself. in the end, they went their separate ways, but i continued on, trying to get a good job in the biz.

never worked out.
last i heard, Vinyl and Cello were married and had a few kids.
The human and Luna were happily enjoying each others company.

oh yeah... and my brother, the other guitarist, died last week of an overdose.
dumb bastard.

I slumped down onto the sofa, bottle in one hoof, paper in the other.
i grabbed a pen, and began to write a letter to the human. I wanted the band back.

I needed the band back.
even if i stay as a roadie.

which is what i was in the beginning.

Dear Booze

came about after realizing i could not please everyone

the truth can be seen in a shot glass

The smell of cigars and spilt alcohol perforated my nostrils. I simply sat down on a stool at the bar.
"The usual please, Buck" I sighed as I rested my hoof on the table, looking despondent.
he slid the glass of a peculiar color towards me. "thanks, just.."
"If i keep putting it on your tab, i'll never get paid" Buck chuckled. I looked up with a saddened look.
I took a sip of the amber liquid. "so what's got you all depressed then?" He asked.
"Its difficult to explain," I sighed. "but in one word?"
I took another sip, then threw caution to the wind and downed it. "Life"
"how much do i owe you anyways?" I asked.
he looked at me with a small smile. "just 300 bits"
upon hearing this, I laughed. "you better not be giving me a discount" i stated.
he shrugged, "buddy, the first one tonight is on the house" I handed him 300 bits.
"heh, its from the book sales" I grinned slightly before returning to a solemn state.

we both heard the door open, a small icy breeze flew in as a new set of hooves entered the bar.
i watched as she daintily floated towards the bar. "H-hello?.um... is..is this seat..." i didnt hear the rest of the sentence.
it became muffled by both the scarf and the Pink mane. "go for it, I could... use the company right now"
"oh, th.. thank you" the yellow pegasus smiled a sweet smile. her cheeks red due to the cold.
"Buck? i think she needs something to warm her up, dont you?" I chuckled, she suddenly squeaked.
"no, its alright" she stammered out.
"please, i insist, never seen you before in here either, whats your name?"
she spoke her name, but sounded like a whisper. "Fluttershy huh?"
she simply nodded. "I'm Wandering Quill, nice to meet you" i gave a warm smile.
"Buck, better idea, Pinot Noir"
"you sure? a whole bottle?"
"best way to get to know each other right?"
Buck let out a hearty laugh. "Not in my establishment thank you very much"
Fluttershy suddenly blushed "um... not to... dash your hopes or anything..but i'm not that kind of Mare"
Buck laughed harder as he set the bottle down in front of us. "i never said you were," i poured out a glass for her. "obviously"
at this point something clicked in her head. "Your Wandering Quill? as in Under the influence Wandering Quill?"
I sighed and lowered my head. "you'd think ponies would recognize me for one of my better works wouldn't you?" i said to no-pony in-particular.

Again the door was heard opening. "Hello Fluttershy, sorry we're late, Twilight was still re-arranging her books" came a refined voice. the owner of said refined voice was followed by a hairless Diamond-dog looking thing. "Who's this?"
"Wandering Quill, he's an author" A purple mare walked in as Fluttershy introduced me.
"oh really?, you wrote The More Days Go By? am i right?" i sighed and nodded.
"the ending could have been better" she continued. i simply sunk my head lower.
the human had seen the look on my face before. "hey, dude, chin up.. constructive critizism sucks like that, i know..."

"I know, but... everything sucks right now, nopony wants me at the Jam night down at the bannered mare... my writing has gone downhill..." I let out a deep sigh. Fluttershy watched as i took another drink.
I continued to drink and ramble on with one human and three ponies drinking with me, the human and the unicorns must have turned it into a drinking game of sorts.

Fluttershy was looking on, slightly tipsy but with a worried look plastered on her face. "-and thats why the bloody idiots at the freakin pharmacy keep turning down my application" Fluttershy looked at me for a moment. "and that had nothing to do with what i was ranting about did it?" she giggled.

i stood up to walk off. "where are you going?" Fluttershy asked, i sat down at a piano.
Buck flashed a knowing smile as the telltale sounds of piano keys tinkling away was heard. "yer about to find out.

I began to play a solemn tune as my horn finally glowed. i was never good with normal magic.... music magic however was different... it comes in many flavours.

this one was soaked in a taste so bittersweet.

"thank you for it all dear booze"

the song was finished... and i left them confused.

Hospitals and other things

pain is pleasure

Lying in the hospital bed, I began to wonder.
What if it wasn't just a random occurrence that the stone had hit me.
What if it meant to hit me, like it was, I don't know, destiny maybe?
I'm rambling I know. I hate hospitals, I could never get used to the white walls,
and the smell of disinfectant perforating my nostrils.
Falling asleep, I thought about her, the Doctor from before.

Dreaming a dream which was kind of nice, ya know... The one where it's just you on a beach, enjoying life? Hmmm you've never had that one?
What about the one where you basically alone with your thoughts…
that's the one I've had the most.

Suddenly though, it all spiralled out of control, kind of like a bad comedy.
I was falling to my death, for what seemed like hours. I awoke in a cold sweat,
It was like my subconscious was telling me if I pursue this doctor, I could get hurt, or worse.

The rain started to get heavier. The lights outside the building were still shining as bright as ever. So I positioned my self near the window and simple watched.
There's nothing quite more calming than rainfall.
That is unless you're lucky enough to have some smooth jazz soul playing in the background to an otherwise dreary day.

"You're still awake?" I heard her voice.
"Glad I'm not the only one" I replied quietly, staring into space.
She was standing right behind me, when a clap of thunder was heard. She squeaked.
I looked at her; she looked a little bit embarrassed.

"Come here, doll-face" I said to her, attempting to sound suave...

and failing miserably. "Ya know, I never got your name?"
I chirped, she gave me a glance.
"My name?"
"Yeah your name, or should I just read it off your I.D card"
She laughed a bit more.

Who knew I was so witty.

I went back to staring out of the window. The rain was letting up a bit.

Suddenly I heard a sigh.

Her name was Redheart.

Please Don't Leave Me

Mere memories plague my mind, much like a bad itch on a fading scar

Rain.

That was the only sound I could hear, hitting the ground.
It was almost as if it was an eternal storm. the world was growing colder as it reached winter.
usually I'd be laughing with friends and such. but this was not the case.
My friends had all grown up and moved on with out me.
I was the outsider.

As I walked along, I could feel myself getting drenched.
I let out a small sneeze as the cold began to get to me.
I then felt the rain being stopped, blocked even...
I looked up to see an umbrella stopping the rain.
I moved forwards quickly, Getting back into the rain.
Hearing a huff from a mare who had so generously offered to shelter me
from the thunderous torrent of water, hailing from the skies, I simply gave a small smile.
everything had its limits. Mine was pushed too far when...
well...

when hadn't it been pushed too far.
She would always ignore me and my advances.
I'd go out of my way to cheer her up, to help her...
And what does she do? She walks away as if it was nothing.

As if I was nothing.

I had finally reached the outskirts of town, nearing the first exit I could find.
but something stopped me.

I took a brief look down to see a set of hooves hugging me from behind.
she was repeating something, I couldn't quite decipher it.pleasedontleaveTrixie
But after listening to it over and over again I finally snapped.
"let go, Trixie," I heard a sniffle. "Everypony leaves in the end..." I looked down as her hooves slid away.
As I began to walk away, she said something which to this day has never made me hate myself more.

"Please Don't leave me"

Last I heard, She was traveling Equestria, Performing her magic.
Rumor also states that she was abruptly humiliated by a pony by the name of... smackle?...sparky? something pretty dumb sounding if you ask me.

I need to go find her again, and the others.

goodbye sis

some things are better left unsaid

Taking a brief look around the graveyard, I noticed a few things. Little indescribable things.
like the fact that the butterfly broach I left on her grave had gone. the fact that the flowers I had planted for her had died, wilting away just like her life. As my sister lay in that wooden box underground, I couldn't help but repeat the notion in my head that it should have been me.

it should always have been me, the black sheep of the family. the one who always made mistakes, the one who bucked things up for everypony else. My sister would always try to steer me on the right path, but somewhere along the way.... she got sick.

she seemed fine at first, sure there were a few coughing fits, and she couldn't use her magic as well as she used to. but she didn't let that stop her from running the bakery. but then things got worse. she had collapsed in front of the oven one day and was taken into hospital. as it turns out, she was exhausted, what with me running the business side of things.

every time Pinkie told her to take a break and let me work my magic, she woulds refuse. opting to continue working along side me, and more and more, i began to notice strands of her mane gently falling to the floor ever so often.

I remember that day.... the first time I saw her in the hospital.

what a wake up call.

She was lying there, hooked up to one of those annoying beeping machines. She looked so peaceful, yet in slight pain.
"....hey, Sis?" I called out quietly as I sat down in the seat near to the bed. I watched as her eyes slowly opened.
"hey brother" she gave me a weak smile. she raised a hoof to touch my cheek, wiping away a single tear.
"what happened? please tell me!" I cried out. She simply did what she always had done.

she smiled.

"Go back to work bro, its nothing I can't handle" she said with that cheerful voice of hers.
"But....fine, but when I get back, you tell me everything, got it?" I used a tone of authoritativeness, like any decent big-brother-by-2-minutes would. "oh and ah.... Dont go anywhere" I let out a small chuckle.

You know how it is when tings don't go as planned, well....

I began to walk back to the hospital with Pinkie Pie. however, finding out that both mom and dad were there made me simply stop in my tracks. "h-hey, is... is everything alright?" they both shook their heads, I simply rushed to the room ignoring the call from Pinkie. "come on" I got to the door. and could only watch from the window as the doctors tried everything they could.... but it wasn't enough.

A doctor looked at his watch, his mouth moving......

so here I am, replacing the flowers, and cleaning the headstone, feeling for the engraved lettering carved into it.
its been several years since you've gone.

here lies Pumpkin cake
loving wife, mother, sister, daughter

always live everyday like your last

I miss you.... goodbye lil sis.

Coming Home

"Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in." ~Robert Frost~

Home, a place I've stayed away from for too long. It seemed as though the more i stayed away , the more i wanted to go back.
Back to the way things were before. Sure, this little quaint town had some familiar faces, and more familiar voices.
But it felt as though since my departure i had faded into the background..
More importantly into the background noise.

It had been five years since I left to seek out who I was supposed to be. But in doing so, I left behind who I am.
As I walked through the town square, wearing my usual disguise, a simple cutie mark and mane change spell as well as some funky shades, and i was off to re-discover Ponyville.

The old bar was still there, although now a shell of its former self. The old buildings look the same, but feel different.
"Oh hey," I heard a voice "you new in town?" I turned to look at the owner of the voice as she landed behind me.
I didn't really say anything. "You could say that" I spoke without thinking. The mare trotted up slowly to me, as if to inspect my face.
"So? Whatcha doin?" she inquired, as if trying to figure out a mystery of life.

I simply shrugged, it was either Lie or tell a half truth, "I'm just exploring, seeing whats changed"
The mare shook her hair for a moment. Raised her goggles from her cerise eyes and simply blinked at me.
"Wait...don't I know you?"

Its hard to react to a loaded question like that. There were three options

1) shout "holy shit its nightmare moon!" and run

2) look very afraid, flatten ears back and have a panic attack

3) say "yes i'm the masked vigilante Amazon you've rumbled me"

Somehow, i bypassed all three choices and simply ~~pussed out like a bitch~~ had an anxiety attack.
"Whoah, just follow my breathing, in for three, hold for three, out for three" She placed a hoof on my back, and somehow managed to calm me down as I followed her. Still slightly shaken up, I looked at her for a moment. "You good?" she asked, I could only nod in reply.
"Sheesh you almost remind me of Fluttershy and that other guy..what was his name? Wandering something?"

Finally finding my words, I replied. "Quill, and thanks for the help"
Truthfully, I had been gone for far too long. My little brother has practically grown up without me. However, It was good to know he had someone important in his life. I knew I had a lot to answer for, but that could wait.

After a round of questions, I had learned three things. Rainbow Dash was the fastest flyer in Equestria, a Wonderbolt and of course... A bit annoying. As we ambled towards the door of the old bar, I subconsciously took a deep breath.
I knew i had to explain myself to Quill but was unsure of how to exactly do it.
In the end, i had no time to plan nor prepare. "well, look what the proverbial cat dragged in"
"Quill," I was about to continue before it happened.
"You've got some nerve coming back here" It was her, the one that drove me away in the first place.
She looked the same as she ever did. "listen, After what happened I-"
"No, no more bullshit reasons, Driver, I want the truth" she was glaring at me, as if to burn holes in my skull.

"you want the truth? of why i left?" I asked, getting a little more stressed.
"I left 5 years ago because of so many reasons, some were better than others," she was about to interrupt.
"but to round it up, in a nutshell... You, Carrot top"
"what do you mean, me?" she came closer.
we all make changes and mistakes when it comes to any aspect of life.

"I loved you, but instead of going about it like others would and brush it off, you tried to spread a rumor that could have destroyed my life, so I realized my mistake and left, even carved out name for myself on the entertainment circuit"
her jaw dropped slightly.
Quill finally ran across, and without realizing it was soon jumping onto me for a hug.
"I just came back to see family, so if you want to start something else, could it wait for a few days?" I growled at her.

"Quill, lil bro... Ive missed alot havent I?"
"whatcha mean?"
"i've been virtually off the proverbial Grid for the past 5 years, so i need you to fill me in on whats happened"

"It'll take a while" he replied not expecting my response.

"I've got all year..."

Author's Note

I'm returning to the fandom but dropping the B-word.
recent events have gotten me interested in trying to pick myself up off the floor again. my mental health had thoroughly kicked my ass tot he curb and basically i disappeared.

I left the fandom back in 2013 due to a local group's drama... now that I'm no-longer affiliated with said group... I might just start watching and writing again to keep my shit together.

Here comes the arm

[oh god... oh god...

Here comes the arm](http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HQjCh6AjUe4)

Corruption, that is all that happened after the disappearance of the Princesses.

The lone Human stood at the edge of forever, watching time move forward slowly as his friend, Pony Joe, lay dead beside him.
He sighed deeply and turned to walk away, but son felt an envelope in his pocket.

As he read the paper, He shed a single tear.
"this city needs you now..."

Looking onwards, out into the streets as the chaos erupted across the city of Canterlot, The lone Human roared in defiance.
"Joe... when you see her.... tell her I'll be there soon... cause i still have work to do"

the man picked up his helmet from the floor and jumped off, Landing into a dumpster below.
He was prepared to die, that much was true... but were his enemies?

mistakes

contains Applejack x OC

I walked down from sweet apple acres, trying to piece together what had just happened.
knocking on the door with a bunch of roses was easy, but explaining myself to both Big Mac and the rest of the Apple family was the one of the hardest things to do.

next to this.

"Applejack?" my voice trembled slightly.
"who is it... oh...its you" her face fell as soon as she saw me.
i was about to speak. "ah though ah told you to never bother me after what you've done"
i sighed as i gave her the roses "please just hear me out"
she looked as if she was about to go off and buck me out of the house.
"just go," she threw the roses back at me "and take those stupid flowers with you"
i sighed and walked in to the room. "i said leave"

"what happened to us, Applejack?" i sighed.
she gave me an annoyed look of confusion. "you slept with berry punch" she stated.
"and who told you that?" i asked.
"Carrot top"
i sighed. Carrot Top always did like to spread shit around.
"and you believed her?"
"well of course i did, you've been acting strange all damn week!"
"well before you decided to turn against me and act like a foal you'd have seen that i was actually trying to sort something out," i took a deep breath "i was trying to get you an anniversery present so that on the day i wouldn't do the usual thing and forget"

she looked dumbfounded. "i guess that i wasnt that good enough for you, was i?" i left the roses behind as i jumped out of the window, landing in the hay below.

she was still sitting there, dumbfounded. Big Mac had scooped up the roses and placed them in a vase in her room.
"ah must be such an idiot" she sobbed.
"eeyup" Big Mac uttered.

Pieces (Mistakes part 2)

Another taster of mistakes

the sounds of things crashing and breaking echoed through out the night.
the shouts of anguish and self-hatred seemed to only get worse, the closer Roseluck got.
the mare knocked on the door, "Is everything alright in there?"
I opened the door slightly, she could barely see the wave of destruction that had hit the room.
"Its....Its over Rose" i sighed as a tear dripped from my cheek.
"wha... Applejack....she" Rose-luck was angry.
I've seen her angry before, but not like this.
"that stupid" she suddenly stopped in her tracks, hearing the smash of a glass bottle.
she quickly bucked the door down only to see me sitting there. "the bottle was empty"
i smiled half-heartedly. "just like my head" i began to chuckle.

another knock on the door, "Big Mac? what in the blue blazes are you doing here?"
"She... " the Red stallion stood before me, but suddenly grabbed me by the neck and dragged me off.

Roseluck stood, dumbfounded "what just happened?"

in my head, a feminine voice was heard "now arriving at sweet apple acres"
i felt my hooves knock against steps. "Big Mac, i can walk you know"
"no time" he threw me through the door, "fix it fix it fix it!"
i looked at Applejack, her green eyes were now bloodshot, her mane was disshevelled, and she was almost unresponsive.
"Applejack?"
"Shadow? is that you?" she asked, her voice was now cracking.
i let out a sigh. "yes its me, look... i just...."
she suddenly pounced on me, kissing me violently.
in between the kisses, Applejack kept on apologizing. "can you ever forgive me?"
she asked. i let out another seep sigh. "if i had a bit for every time you said that.... i'd have approximately one bit"
she looked at me with hope.

"can we just start again?" i asked,
"ah....ah can live with that" she smiled.

Life Happens

again back to writing on the PS3

this is why we can't have nice things

...."no,....no..... no" A young Stallion was sitting at a desk, taking an account of the things floating in his head.
As he did this, the steaming cup of coffee beside him toppled over. "Oh buck....not again" He sighed, defeated by a simple spillage. "well... there goes the work...again" he got up and trotted back onto the kitchen, flinging the mug ever so lightly into the sink.

you could say that this pony wasn't very bright, but then again, you'd be wrong. as he glanced into the mirror for the umpteenth time, he , again, sighed. "why the hell am I still at home anyway..." he slumped down into a usual thought.
"ehhhh screw it.... TO THE BAR!"

He darted out the front door, galloping back to lock it. Grinning sheepishly, he found himself at the front of the bar.
"well here goes nothing"as he pushed the doors open, he slipped inside being careful not to be seen until he reached the destination. the sounds of ponies laughing and basically having fun were heard. he mentally berated himself for not being happy-go-lucky like the opther residents of Ponyville. in the end, he gave up and left. His anxeity problems made themselves known again.

in the end, he found a small spot to sit down and watch the stars and much of the universe go by, peacefully existing without a care. for a brief moment he could see streaks of green and purple hearing the faintest cries of "giga drill breaker". Shrugging it off, he got up to go home. defeated once again by his own insecurities.

"why am i such a fuck up?"

as if on cue in some bizarre, un-identifyable way, It began to rain.

he went back to the bar, it began to look more... empty.
"sorry son, we're closing up for the night... or morning" the barkeep looked at the stallion apologetically.

He'd seen the stallion before.

"I know, Dad"