Mockingjays

by Mooner_178

Rating: mature
Tags: Slice of Life, Dark, Tragedy
Length: 286

The indifference of a being is as bad as no argument being made at all.

My remaining life could be measured in days; hope is a commodity I can no longer afford, the passing of the sun is the clock of whips readied to strike and bring order to a walking decay. The stench of those who have given in, will forever, never leave me. The blade drops and like a pest being brushed aside we resume our toil, the sunset being our respite.

What less have I got to lose?

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2015-05-20 02:01:25 UTC

The Awakening of The Mind...

If I try hard enough I can remember a time we were here together, our young little lives in a backwater town that held no interest to any except the passing nomadic merchant. The birds sung the most wonderful of tunes, they wished no harm on anypony and only wanted in life was to sing. It was and still is the most saddest, beautiful thing I've ever thought of. The grass never yellowed, the trees bore ripe fruit every season, the cold of winter never bothered me when you were there. The flakes of snow were like dancers in the day and lovers in the night.

For such a tiny town we had a diverse population of ponies. Like clockwork we all were a cog in a bigger machine, the Pegasi took to the air, the Earth ponies dug in the ground and sprouted new life, the unicorns housed the other two and kept them at peace.

Like a traitorous kin the poison of darkness crept near but we were blind to it. The light of life kept us blind to the darkness and for that I was thankful, until it took what I valued most. It started near the outskirts, the farms. It nested in corncribs and poisoned the food of our little town. It festered in the hearts of these ponies. Those afflicted didn't last long before they were taken. Now the light was being chipped away. Our covers were being removed and left behind the bloody wounds, unrecoverable. The darkness surrounded the town. It only had to wait.

Our hearts and foods had been poisoned. We were at each other's throats at trying to find a solution.