Writers

My name is Twilight Sparkle.  One day I had been reading my collection of books and had finally decided to write one of my very own.  I wanted to try my best to write a really good story.  But once I sat down and started to write, I had nothing to go on, I came up short.  I sat in front of a piece of paper that was completely blank for hours trying to muster something up along the lines of anything I could call a story.  But I couldn't think of one solitary thing.  Giving up I went to bed early that night, feeling defeated I slept with no peace.  I had a nightmare, one that chilled me to the complete core.  This was my chance I thought, I could write what happened in my dream.  I thought inspiration had struck me.  But I was foolish, my magic had played a trick on me.  I began to write.  Before I knew it I had page after page written of a dark and lonely world.  I sat there writing for a very long time and didn't notice everything was changing behind me.  My magic had pulled me into the world I was writing.  I had become my main character, except.  I couldn't remember what I had written.  I looked at the pages that were in front of me.  I couldn't read them.

"Oh poor Twilight Sparkle."  I heard my voice say, but this voice was evil.  It sounded just like me but tainted with pure evil.  I looked around the barren world I now found myself in.  I heard evil laughter, laughter all around me.  It was so close but I couldn't see anypony near by. Then everything went dead quiet, not a solitary sound except for my frightened breath.  I looked around trying to see anything.  But all I saw was a dark world that frightened me, there were dead trees all around me.  The sky was pitch black, there was no sun or moon.  I felt like I was in the realm of death itself.  There was a stream, I could see it close by.  I ran to it, thinking just maybe there would be somepony to help me.  But the river was small and still, it didn't flow like the rivers back home.  It appeared to be dead and lifeless like this whole world.  I was struck in horror when the river turned into a crimson red river.  I gasped in horror, it was blood.  There where bodies littering the river, bodies of different shapes and sizes.

"Spike...mom...dad?  Whe-where am I?  Why?"  I asked myself tearing up, my family was in the blooded river.  The evil laughter started up again.  It was ringing in my ears like a horrific song.  A horrible sound that would drive anypony to the brink of insanity.  I tried covering my ears with my hooves, but the laughter was as if it's was inside my head.  I couldn't help but cry, I felt alone and afraid.  I shut my eyes trying to forget what was around me.  This place was playing tricks on my mind and I was helpless to stop it.  I shook my head trying to think of anything then this place.  I felt a cold chill on the back of my neck.  I was paralized still, afraid to turn around.

"Poor Twilight Sparkle is scared."  I heard that voice again.  My own voice...an evil voice.  I opened my eyes and looked around in a panic.  Again I saw no sign of life.  Tears were flowing heavily from my eyes.  Then I felt a brush on my back.  As if death itself was touching me.  I slowly turned my head and I saw my own eyes staring back at me.  Lifeless eyes that would chill anypony to their bones.  She looked exactly like me, but she was coated in blood, her eyes were lifeless, as I stared longer they turned black, solid black like a black hole.

"Who?"  Is all I could say, I felt sick to my stomach, I was gagging and was ready to throw up.  When this copy of me smiled, it was an evil menacing smile.  I couldn't help but heave out every bit of what my stomach held.  The taste of it stained my mouth, making me wish for anything to get the dreaded substance's taste out of my mouth.  She stood there smiling at me.  Her black lifeless eyes staring into me.  I was paralyzed, I couldn't think, I couldn't breath, I couldn't do anything but stare into those void less eyes.

"Death and decay, oh how I've longed for an image."  The other me said before she walked toward me.  My eyes moved away from her's.  I was able to breath again and was able to think.  Most importantly I was able to move.  I ran in the opposite direction of the other me.  I ran with all my might.  I ran and ran as far as I could.  My legs gave out on me and I fell to the cold hard ground.  I was breathing hard, taking in large gasps of air.  I felt the ground below me, it was pitch black and it felt rough.  I realized that the ground was made of flesh, real living flesh.

"What is this world?"  I asked myself even though no one was around.  At least I hoped no one was around, I had hoped that I lost the other me.  That I would never see her again, but I had an odd fear in my gut that it wouldn't be the last time I would see her.

"This world is death and decay in a living state.  It is the realm between life and death, at least that's what I've heard others call it."  There was a male pony leaning on a dead tree.  He was standing on his back legs.  He had on a blood red fedora and tie.  He looked familiar, but I couldn't place him.

"Who are you?"  I asked him, I got to my hooves and was unsure what to do.  I kept an eye on him, he didn't look like the other me.  He looked normal, well as normal as I can place in this forsaken place.

"Forsaken, that is a good word for this place.  Forsaken would do just fine for the name of this place.  Or perhaps I can do better, idk I'll think about it."  He knew what I was thinking.  It seemed as if he knew what I was going to write before I did.  I suppose a writer like him would be able to do that, even if the story hasn't been written yet.

"What?"  I asked even more unsure of what to do.

"This world, like I said is death and decay in a living state, and you Twilight Sparkle have found yourself trapped here.  I didn't plan for this to happen at all.  Yet your here, and I can see there are others here as well."  He said, he wasn't making much sense at the time.  But now I knew what exactly he was saying.  Funny how things work out within a story.  He looked at me.  His cool red eyes seemed to look into my very soul.  It wasn't like staring at the other me, he gave a warm look, one that a father gives their frightened child.  I panicked when he looked away from me, like he was going to leave me.  Unfortantly he did, or he will.

"How do you know my name, who the hell are you?"  I never liked using language such as I did that day.  I wasn't in my right mind, I suppose I'll never be in my right mind again.

"Lets put it this way, I'm the one who brought you here on accident.  Sad really Twilight, you were one of my favorite characters, but I got careless.  I damned a few souls I liked allot.  Poor Doctor, poor Daring Do, and Poor you Twilight Sparkle.  I don't know if you'll make it out of here alive, but if you do I am sorry for what is going to happen."  If I only knew what I did now maybe things would have ended differently.  Maybe the threads of words would have wrote differently.  Maybe things could have been happier then they turned out."  He disappeared after that, I didn't even notice it at first.  He was just there and then he was gone.

"Twilight Sparkle."  I heard the other me say.  The evil voice sent chills down my spine.  I turned around and there stood the blood coated me.  Her black lifeless eyes staring at me, eyes never blinking, forever staring.  She had a pencil between her teeth that formed a evil sinister smile.  I was paralyzed again, unable to move, but this time I was able to think clearly.  I would of liked to pretend my thought's were of happy ones.  But to my dismay they weren't.  A tragic story is written by someone who has been close to the darkness for far to long.  Was this Twilight actually me when the final word was written?  Only words can tell what will happen when the story ends.