The Writer

by BombShelter

Rating: everyone
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Human, Other
Length: 1471

We don't always know what's behind it all.

Nobody knows much about The Writer. They don't know what he's been through, what he's been told.

Published 2016-04-11 23:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2016-04-11 23:10:01 UTC

His Story

There was a guy once. Yeah, that's all there really is to him. He wasn't a kid anymore, not really an adult either. Some said he was mature for his age, some said he wasn't. He didn't care, because he never did in the first place. He never cared about what people thought of him, good or bad.

People get injured, everyone does. Sometimes it is so bad that they need surgery. That's exactly what this boy went through. On his birthday in early spring, he underwent surgery to repair his shoulder which had been nearly destroyed in a prior accident months ago. Everything went fine, and he began his road to recovery just days after the initial surgery.

He wasn't very sociable other than at school, and even there his encounters with others we few and far between. He wasn't necessarily an outcast, more of a... quiet type. Some thought it was strange, but he still got along with just about everyone. Back to him not being very sociable. This could probably be blamed on the fact that he lived far from any of his friends, especially the ones that he truly cared about.

It was on one of his recovery days, maybe two or three weeks after the surgery. He was bored, and he was physically unable to do much to keep himself entertained. However, one of the few things he was actually able to do was browse the internet, YouTube to be more specific. It was on this site that he would discover something new, something that would change his life for God knows how long.

He found a video about something he'd heard a lot about, something he scoffed at. It was a full episode of a show he'd heard about for years, but never really knew much about. It was a kids show, something you'd see your daughter watching on a Saturday morning. There were these colorful ponies running around on screen all happy and such. He had been taught by society itself that this show in particular was a taboo, and that someone his age and gender should stay away from it.

He had never been one to follow society's rules, not by a long shot, but this was one thing that he was weary about. However, curiosity takes hold of all of us at some point, and despite his decision that he wouldn't even touch the show, he decided to watch the video. It was only twenty minutes, what harm could it do?

Little did the boy know what was in store from him. He opened the video, he watched it, and much to his amazement, he kind of enjoyed it. He didn't know why, heck he didn't even know why he clicked on another video to watch yet another episode of the same show.

Days went by, then weeks, and then months, and it wasn't long before he had watched every episode that existed for the show. He was happier than he'd been in a while, yet he was also scared, scared of what society would say. His confidence in himself was slowly fading away as he actually started to care what others might think of him. So he kept it a secret. He just couldn't let anyone find out that he watch a show about ponies made for children.

Skip ahead a few months to about early fall. The boy had seen every episode over and over again, and still nobody knew about what he enjoyed in his free time. However, the boy was getting slightly bored with just the show, and this bothered him as he was afraid he'd lose interest in the thing he looked forward to every day.

So he went back to the place where it all started, hoping to find something that would spark his interest and to reignite the flame of passion he had. He went on YouTube, where it all started, and found a certain video, a reading to be more specific. It was of a story, something he didn't know existed. It was called a fanfic, and while the video in specific didn't really catch his eye, a link in the description did. He clicked on the link, and the page shifted over to one he hadn't seen before. A site called FIMFiction lied in front of him, and it drew him in as if it had arms pulling him in through the screen.

It wasn't wrong before he found several stories all containing his favorite ponies from the show. He specifically enjoyed stories where humans we inserted into the land in which the show took place. He held some of these stories close to him, as they were an escape from the harsh world around him.

However, all good things must come to an end, and the boy found this to be very problematic. He wanted more, but there wasn't any to receive. There was only one option left for the boy, and while he knew it would be a lot of work, he knew it was the only way to get what he wanted most.

So he made an account on that site, and began to think about everything he looked for in a story, everything that he found to be amusing. He started writing around mid-autumn, and he just couldn't stop. He published his first story, and sat back, waiting to see if others would enjoy his story.

He checked back a few days later, and to his horror, his story was a complete flop. Out of shame and anger he deleted the story, and swore never to write again out of fear of failure.

Early winter came around, and the boy found himself slowly losing interest in the show that he had at one point loved with a passion. He opened his laptop, and went to the site he had abandoned almost a month ago. He logged in, started a new story, and began writing. He had an idea this time, and he learned from his past mistakes, and swore he wouldn't give up this time.

He posted his second story, and prayed that this time it wouldn't be a failure. And it wasn't. The boy was thrilled to see the positive feedback he received, and this only drove him write more, and more. He was finally a writer, something he was proud to call himself.

So he kept writing, slowly gaining a following of loyal readers who enjoyed his content. The Writer had one major flaw, however. He let the positive feedback get to him, and he started feeling like he was better than other writers, though he never let anyone else know that. It was another one of his secrets.

It was about mid-winter when everything changed for The Writer. He was starting to lose motivation, losing interest in being popular, about his fifteen minutes of fame. He was close to quitting, so close that he almost made an announcement about him leaving. Fate itself must have jumped in, as The Writer received a message one day just before he gave up.

The message told The Writer the story of someone who was hurt and broken, ready to give up in a similar way to The Writer, only much worse. The person who sent the message told The Writer that they were battling against suicidal thoughts, and that one of the very few things that helped them through the day was The Writer's stories. This really changed something in The Writer, something that reignited the spark. He started writing again, now filled with a raging fire of passion and motivation. He no longer cared about the followers, or the likes, or the views. Instead, he cared about his readers and put them ahead of himself.

The Writer went on to dedicate his abilities to helping others by either helping them with their own stories, or by simply entertaining them. He couldn't have been happier knowing that he was helping others, even if it was only a few. Still, nobody really knew The Writer. Who was he?

Well that's simple to answer.

I am The Writer.

Author's Note

This is all true in case you were wondering. None of it was made up, and none of it was changed at all.

You guys changed my life, and... well, I gotta say thank you. Maybe you're gonna downvote this because it wasn't an actual story, but I don't really care. I didn't write this for me. I wrote this to show people that you really can make a difference in someone's life. I also learned not to give up on something, because you may never know where it could take you.

Life is crazy, don't let it tell you what you can or can't do.