Something New?View OnlineJournal of Occasional NonsensicalitySomething New?I came across a... deranged looking human. “Hello?” I said to him. “Hi, how’s it going?” he said back to me. I stepped back cautiously. “It’s... alright,” I told him. The man sighed at me, before giving me a look of sadness. “Hey... are you okay?” I asked in concern. “I suppose my day could’ve went better,” he said in a monotone. I nodded slowly, waiting from him to continue. The man stared at me, not realizing the hint I was giving him. “Do you ever think that even the most cruel people in the world can change? That even the most cruel and dastardly people on the planet can turn a new leaf?” he asked in a somber tone. I tilted my head as I digested the words he had spoken. “...it depends. Realistically, the answer is always 'it depends.' Some people are inherently evil. But most... most aren’t. So yes, usually,” I said, hoping to possibly drive the man away. The man nodded in understanding. “Well I thank you for your time, not many people go out of their way to... talk to someone... randomly. I hope I don’t...” the man trailed off. I raised an eyebrow at him, motioning for him to continue. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I guess I’m just a little out of it today,” he said. “...” I did not offer a retort, instead opting to scan the area to count how many civilians there were in the area. “That’s fine, we all have days like that, no matter who you are,” I told him, offering a smile to go with my words. “What’s your name, friend?” he asked me in a happier tone than before. “...Daniel... and you?” I asked with a leg firmly planted. Something about the man put me... on edge, so I was prepared for anything to happen. “Well I’m Aedan, and some day, I know you’ll have the potential to change the world we live in forever,” he told me. “...” “You have a bright spirit about you... even though it doesn’t seem that evident,” Aedan told me. “I mean... you just contradicted yourself, but I understand what you’re telling me. As for potential... I don’t want to sound overly pretentious, but do you know who I am? Respectfully?” I asked him, glancing around for Octavia. “Well even though I don’t know you from Adam, I feel like I’ve known you for a very long time, and just haven’t seen you... Someday, I feel through some unknown circumstance, we may meet again. So until then friend,” Aedan told me, before turning, and walking away. I relaxed my posture, staring at the man until he vanished behind a corner of a building. I stared after where Aedan left, pondering the strange, quizzical nature of the individual. “There you are!” I heard Octavia’s voice call out to me. I glanced to my left, seeing her walk up to me, her saddlebags bulging with new swag. “I found an adorable new saddlebag, and I just had to pick it up for myself. Thank you,” she told me. I glanced to her, not hearing what she had said completely. “I... yeah, of course,” I said, changing my gaze back to where the man had left. Something was... off about him... something... new? Author's Note A conversation between Daniel and my friend. Dialogue was taken directly from him. No reason, trying new ideas!
Overly CrassView OnlineJournal of Occasional NonsensicalityOverly Crass“Bitch lasagna,” I said angrily. Octavia glanced up to me confusedly. “I... excuse me?” she said to me. I looked up to the sky. “Open bob,” I said to no one in particular. Octavia half turned her body to get a better look at me. “I... I’m sorry, I don’t know what... that...” she trailed off. “...what?” I asked. “What do you mean what?” “...what just happened?” “I... you were saying some very... unique things,” Octavia told me. I glanced around to see where I was. “I... don’t remember any of that. What did I say? Anything overly crass?” I asked carefully, worried that I might have done something irreversible. “Oh... you said... oh goodness... bitch lasagna, if I heard correctly,” she told me. I winced in surprise and confusion. “...I can tell you right now that I have no idea what that means, and that I’ve never heard that phrase before,” I told her. “...” “...did I say anything else?” “You said... open bob. Again, I have no idea what that means, nor have I ever heard that... term... in my life,” Octavia told me. I nodded slowly in understanding, trying to figure out what any of that meant. “...you don’t remember any of what you just said?” she asked me. "Absolutely not," I told her. She looked down for a moment. "Well then... let's just ignore that then," she said with a smirk. I gazed around the park where we were sitting. "Agreed," I chuckled. Author's Note One of my friends told me to write a short story with some memes, so here it is!
War...View OnlineJournal of Occasional NonsensicalityWar...I slapped a nine down on the table. “Well?” I asked smugly. “Damn,” Vinyl said under her breath as she laid a four down on the table. “Thank you!” I said happily, taking her card as well as mine and placing them in a small pile of cards next to me. I pulled another one from my in-hand deck and placed it face down in front of Vinyl. “One, two, three,” I said, flipping my card and revealing a two. Vinyl did the same, and... “What?! Are you kidding me? A one?” she exclaimed as I swept up her card again. War was an intense game of pure, unadulterated skill and coordination. “Son of a bitch! You’re so god damn lucky!” Vinyl yelled as she kicked the edge of the table. Okay, maybe not... “What can I say? It just comes down to skill, really,” I said as I sat back, taking a sip from my water as I did. “Oh, please. It’s complete chance! Unless... you didn’t shuffle the deck in your favour, did you?” she asked as she leaned forward, glaring into my eyes. “What? Me? Vinyl, how could you accuse me of something like that?” I asked, placing a hand on my chest to feign accusation. “Did you?” she pressed. I laughed at this. “Of course not, that wouldn’t be any fun,” I said as I drew another card from my hand. “Go,” she said. I flipped my card, flashing a six. “Yes!” she yelled as she picked up my card, her eight beating me. I chuckled a bit at this. “This is where the comeback starts!” she proclaimed her upcoming win. She flipped her next card. “...you’ve got to be kidding me,” she deadpanned. I smiled at the one that she had played. I flipped my card over, and... “Ah, a tie. You know what that means,” I said as I drew three cards from my deck. She mirrored my movements, picking three cards and placing them face down. I did the same. “Ready? One, two, three,” I counted, flipping a card with each number called. I quickly counted my cards. “Seventeen,” I told my opponent. “...nine. God... AH!” she screamed. I looked to her hand as I cleaned up all of the cards, and realized that she was in fact out of cards. I heard the sound of someone coming down the stairs, and turned to see Octavia coming down. “Alright you two, I need to go and get-” “FUCK!” Octavia was cut off by Vinyl screaming profanity as she walked into the kitchen, taking her loss in stride. “Graceful, no?” I asked as I looked to Octavia. She did a double take at Vinyl’s outburst. “I used to be completely against Vinyl, or anyone for that matter, cursing out loud, but after having lived with Vinyl for so long, I have honestly become dull to it at this point,” she said blankly. “THAT’S THE FOURTH TIME IN TWENTY MINUTES!” Vinyl yelled from the kitchen. My smile grew wider. “What were you two playing?” Octavia asked. “War, just war,” I told her, taking all of the cards and shuffling them into a neat pile. “Four times? You won four times?” she asked me. “Yep. Vinyl doesn’t know the one rule about war,” I said darkly. Octavia glanced at me. “Oh? And what is that?” “...war. War never changes,” ... “What does that even mean?” Author's Note Playing "low-card aces" war with Vinyl!
Getting Jolly EarlyView OnlineJournal of Occasional NonsensicalityGetting Jolly Early“Luna, what are you doing?” I asked confusedly. Luna turned to look at the area behind her before turning back to me. “I… what does it look like I am doing?” she asked, sounding concerned that I was questioning what she was up to. Normally, when I have to ask Luna that question, it is not anything good. “Well, it looks like you’re putting a wreath on your door, but...” I trailed off. “But what?” she pressed. I bit my lip as I tried to stifle a laugh. “But… well, you’re wearing a hoodie that says “happy holidays" on it,” I told her. She tilted her head. “And?” “And… it’s November eighteenth!” I shouted, throwing my arms up in exasperation. Luna gazed at me with a raised eyebrow. “…and?” “Luna, we’re still over a month away from Hearth’s Warming and you’re already preparing for it,” I told her blankly. “So? What is wrong with that? Am I not allowed to prepare for my favourite holiday of the year?” she asked innocently. “Luna, you told me last week that Ponyville’s Running of the Leaves was your favourite holiday,” I deadpanned. “So? Can my choice in favourite holidays not change?” “It can, but before that your favourite holiday was Hearts and Hooves Day, and before that it was Nightmare Night,” I told her. She blinked a few times. “Well, that just means that all of the holidays that we go through are getting progressively better and better!” she exclaimed. She turned around to continue fixing her wreath to the door to her bedroom. “You... I... ah, whatever,” I said as I turned, walking away. Five minutes later... “Oh, not you too,” I said quietly as I looked at Celestia. “And just what is that supposed to mean?” she asked with a smirk. “...what’s with the Hearths Warming hat?” I asked in a monotone. “Oh! I am preparing for the greatest Equestrian holiday! Gotta get into the spirit, of course,” she said with a hearty laugh. I turned and walked away. “Where are you going? Have some cheer!” Celestia called out from behind me with a laugh. "IT'S NOVEMBER!" I called back. I could practically hear Celestia smiling. Author's Note After one of my friends in class wore a Christmas sweater today, I was inspired to write about it. Nothing is meant by this chapter, feel free to prepare for Christmas in June if you want.
Opposites AttractView OnlineJournal of Occasional NonsensicalityOpposites AttractOctavia finished assembling her creation, turning to face me. “Well? What do you think?” she asked expectantly. I looked at the sandwich for a few moments, before gesturing towards it. Octavia looked at me, then the sandwich, then back to me. “Oh! Of course, be my guest,” she told me. I nodded, and picked up the sandwich, before pulling off one of the petals. Truth be told, I was actually relatively fond of daffodil sandwiches. Having been introduced to them at a young age, I was one of the few humans who actually found them palatable. Not that they would be my everyday choice for what I wanted to eat, but they weren’t awful either. I took a bite of the daffodil, pineapple, and coconut sandwich, which Octavia had made for me. “Don’t be afraid to tell me what you think. It would be nice to hear someone recognize my aptitude for sandwich making,” she told me, placing a hoof on her chest in self-admiration. I chuckled, and savored the flavors, individually picking out the three distinct food items in the sandwich. Daffodil was a very strong flavor, and had a bitter kick to it. However, while I was expecting this, I was pleasantly surprised with what I tasted. The sweetness of the pineapple helped to balance out the bitterness of the flowers, and since coconut and pineapple were practically made to go together, the combination was not only palatable, but surprisingly sapid. I quickly took another bite to reengage the taste. “...well? What do you think?” Octavia asked me. I closed my eyes and let the taste of the pineapple mellow out the bitterness of the flowers. Everything came together in one large burst of flavor, and I was in love with it. “This is actually surprisingly good. Like, not kinda good, but really good,” I said after swallowing, and I watched as Octavia’s eyes lit up. “Really? Well... truthfully, I’ve never shown anyone else this recipe, it’s just something that my father used to do. For the longest time when I was growing up, I never knew why he liked putting that kind of stuff on his sandwiches. One day, when I was living by myself, I remembered it when I was making one, and I just... got hooked, if you will,” Octavia recounted. I listened through another mouthful, truly enjoying what she had made for me. This was something that I would definitely have to remember in the future. “Well, I think it has potential to be a family recipe, so you should probably keep it a secret,” I said with a wink. “Do you really think so?” Octavia asked with hope in her voice. “I know so,” I said while taking the last bite from my food. “...thank you,” she said quietly. I don’t know why, but this must have been a touchy subject for her, what with the way she reacted. I guess even the concept of sandwich making can be special to some ponies. “Anytime Octavia,” I said with a smile. Author's Note If you couldn't tell, I like writing Octavia. She's my favorite pone. I hope you enjoyed!
Pranked!View OnlineJournal of Occasional NonsensicalityPranked!“Don’t you think that this is a little... I don’t know... cliche?” I asked with a perplexed look on my face. Octavia was standing on a step ladder on the inside of Vinyl’s room. “What do you mean?” she asked me as she looked past her own foreleg. Three days ago, Vinyl had thought that it would be a hilarious idea to prank Octavia. She had taken the liberty of acquiring some “Xtra Hot Chili Flakes” from a comedy store she found in downtown Canterlot, and when her roommate was not looking, she slipped some into her food that night. Vinyl had told me all about it, but I got a completely different story from the victimized mare. When Octavia bit into her food, she got a taste that she was not particularly fond of. Octavia had never been one to appreciate spicy food; in fact, she tried to avoid it if at all possible. This, coupled with the fact that Vinyl had removed all dairy products from the house and disconnected the water, had lead to an extremely amusing and over the top reaction from Octavia. Or so I had been told. “I mean, hasn’t the whole ‘water bucket on top of the door’ been done to death already?” I asked as I gazed up at my friend. Octavia had never really be one for revenge, but when Vinyl did what she did, she must have crossed some sort of line with her roommate, because Octavia had started scheming almost immediately. “And not that it wouldn’t be funny, but...” I said as I looked around Vinyl’s room. “But what?” Octavia asked as she came down from the ladder with the bucket tucked into her left foreleg. “I mean... Vinyl has a lot of expensive equipment in here, of which she probably needs to do her job. Don’t you think that this would be the worst place in this house to start throwing water around?” I half-asked, half-hinted. Octavia looked towards all of Vinyl's DJ equipment for a moment, before sighing. “I suppose you are right. Really, I’ve never been one for pulling practical jokes,” she said with a huff as she set down the bucket full of water. I thought for a moment, before an invisible light bulb appeared over my head. “You know what? I have an idea...” I said darkly. Two hours later... “Do you think that this might be a little too mean?” Octavia asked me with a look of concern on her face. “I don’t think so. Besides, I really, really want to see her reaction when you break the record,” I said with an evil grin on my face. Octavia nodded, before standing up from the couch where we were sitting. “Alright, everything should be ready, so you keep a look out, and when she’s coming up to the house, you let me know, and I’ll do it,” she told me. I craned my neck to look behind me. “Well, you better start going, because she’s coming right now,” I told her, seeing Vinyl approach the door to the house through the living room window. “Really? Oh Celestia, alright, play it cool!” she told me as she ran up the stairs and into Vinyl’s room. “Play it cool... nice,” I muttered to myself with a laugh as Vinyl opened the door to the house. “Hey man, what’s up?” she asked me as she set her keys down on the coffee table with her magic. “Nothing, just hanging out. Octavia just went upstairs to get something,” I told her. It wasn’t technically a lie, since she really was upstairs grabbing something. “That’s cool, say, do you-” “Vinyl!? Is that you?” Octavia yelled from upstairs. “Yeah, I’m here Tavi, what’s up?” she yelled back. I smiled slightly, making sure that Vinyl didn’t see my grin. I heard the sound of hoofs coming down the stairs. “I wanted to ask you a question about one of these record you have,” Octavia said as she came down the stairs. In her right foreleg sat one of Vinyl’s most prized possessions. A vinyl record. Cohoof and Cambria. Their fourth album. Autographed personally by the lead guitarist. In absolute flawless condition. I had learned that it had been a birthday present from her father, and since it was Vinyl's favourite band of all time (surprisingly enough), she had immediately preserved it in a glass viewing case for all to see. It was of immense value to her. Priceless, really. “I was wondering if you- oops!” Octavia snapped as he pretended to trip on the last step into the living room. To catch herself, she needed to extend her right leg. To catch herself, she needed to let go of the record she was carrying. Crash! The record hit the floor, still in it’s original paper packaging, with a loud breaking sound. It sounded like glass breaking, albeit a little lower in tone. “Hey, Octavia, are you okay?” Vinyl asked her as she came to her side. “Ah, yes, I’m fine. The record, though...” she trailed off. “Hey, it’s fine, it’s just a record. I can always buy ano-” Vinyl stopped mid-sentence as she turned to see what record Octavia had been carrying. Her eyes went wide, and her jaw dropped open. Octavia came up next to her. “I am really sorry, Vinyl. I had to catch myself, and I couldn’t with the record in my arm. You understand, right?” she asked innocently. Of course Octavia knew how valuable that record was to Vinyl. Of course this was my idea... ...of course it was a fake record in fake packaging. I'm not that mean. “Octa... you... that was...” she gasped in disbelief. “I’m really sorry Vinyl...” Octavia trailed off. “That was... that... that was the record that my dad gave me...” she said with her mouth still agape. “I know dear. Do you know what else it was?” Octavia asked while placing a hoof on Vinyl’s shoulder. Vinyl looked to her with malice and confusion in her eyes. “...a prank,” Octavia said innocently. Vinyl flinched and blinked a few times. “You... what?” she asked confusedly. “Next time don’t disconnect the water, you know how much I dislike spicy food,” she told her roommate, and with that, she sauntered into the kitchen, humming a light tune to herself as she did. Vinyl watched her as she walked away, before turning and looking to me. “Gotcha,” I said with a laugh. Vinyl lowered her head and took in a large breath. “That.... was not funny!” she yelled towards Octavia. “It was hilarious!” Octavia yelled back. A little too far? Perhaps. An amazing, once in a lifetime experience? Absolutely. Author's Note A little longer than the other chapters, but still true to the name of the story!
Happy Hearth's WarmingView OnlineJournal of Occasional NonsensicalityHappy Hearth's Warming“IT’S TIME! OCTAVIA! GET DOWN HERE, IT’S TIME TO OPEN PRESENTS!” I heard Vinyl yell from the bottom of the stairs. I chuckled slightly, making sure I did not make a mistake in wrapping the gift I was working on. Of course, I was one of those people. I always managed to buy my gifts fairly early, but I also always waited until the last minute to wrap the presents, increasing the chance that someone would discover them before they were supposed to. This year, however, I was not concerned. I had found an amazing hiding spot that no one would ever think to look in. “I mean, really. Who would ever think to look inside of a pillow?” I muttered to myself. I briefly thought about what would happen if someone sat on the pillow, but quickly pushed this thought aside to focus on wrapping Vinyl’s present. This year, I had been invited to spend Hearth’s Warming with my two friends, and we had decided to exchange gifts as well. I had bought and given all of my other friends and family their gifts already so that I would be able to spend time here, so all I had to worry about was not messing up the wrapping job I was doing. “Yes yes Vinyl, I know, I’m here, don’t worry,” I heard Octavia respond to Vinyl as she came down the stairs. “Daniel! Are you coming?” Vinyl asked me as I heard her start walking towards me. “Hey! Don’t come in here, I’m still wrapping your present!” I yelled to her, spinning around to face her. “You’re still doing that? I wrapped my gifts last week,” she told me smugly. “Yeah? Well you have magic to do it, and I have to use my hands. It’s really annoying,” I told her as I went back to wrapping. “Well, hurry up, Octavia and I are ready to start,” she said, trotting back into the living room and sitting down on the far couch. I quickly finished wrapping the present, and picked up Octavia’s gift as well. I turned and walked into the living room, where the two mares were waiting for me. “Alright, I’m ready” I told them. Vinyl motioned towards the tree. “Well? Put them under the tree, you can’t just give them to us, we have to take them from under the tree,” she told me. I nodded sarcastically. “Ah yes, of course. How foalish of me,” I said with a laugh. I placed my two boxes under the tree by the stairs, next to all of the other gifts. “Why don’t you go first, Vinyl? You’re obviously the most excited one here,” Octavia told her. “Well, don’t mind if I do!” she exclaimed, popping up from her place on the couch. I was quick to steal her spot, not that she really cared. Vinyl walked over to the tree, and scanned the small amount of boxes for her name. “I’ll start with Octavia’s, since Daniel just put his here,” she said to herself more than anyone. She picked up a medium-sized box that was wrapped in white paper, with a neon blue bow holding everything together. The colors matched Vinyl’s coat and mane perfectly. “This paper is really cool Tavi,” she said while sitting down next to the mare. “Thank you, it was actually rather difficult finding a color that so closely resembled your mane,” she mused. “Daniel?” Vinyl asked me, and I nodded, standing up and picking up the gift that Vinyl had gotten for me. The present was wrapped in yellow paper with a red bow accenting it. I thought it looked quite nice. “I suppose that’s leaves me,” Octavia said as she stood up. She picked up my gift to her from under the tree, and came back to sit down. “Alright, ready? Open them,” I said aloud, undoing the bow on top of my box. The sounds of paper rustling was all that could be heard for a few moments. “...oh, wow!” Vinyl exclaimed as she pulled out a large, grey hoodie from her box. She smiled at the front, before turning it around to show me. “...is that a Cohoof and Cambria hoodie?” I asked. “Hell yeah! This is great! Thanks Tavi,” she thanked her friend, who had a rather proud look on her face. I looked down at my present, and pulled the last bit of paper off the gift. Inside, I pulled out... “...is this a... a capo!” I quickly realized. “Yeah man, for your guitar. Look at it though,” Vinyl told me with a hint of pride in her voice. I looked closely at the capo, only to see that not only was it painted in the colors of Vinyls coat and mane, but across the bar of the capo was the word “Vinyl.” Overall, this was an amazing gift, put simply. “That’s really cool! Thanks a lot Vinyl, this is now my go-to capo,” I told her with a warm smile. “Good, that’s what I was hoping for,” she told me, before looking back to Octavia. She had just opened her present, and pulled out a... “Oh, goodness. This is simply beautiful,” she mulled to herself. Octavia held a water bottle in her hand, but not just any run-of-the-mill bottle. The body was a dark grey titanium-aluminum alloy, and engraved on the side of the bottle by unicorn magic was the word “Octavia.” Above that was Octavia’s cutie mark, also engraved into the side of the bottle. “This is... this is purely magnificent. Thank you Daniel,” she told me with a genuine smile on her face. I nodded, happy that she was content, even thrilled with the gift. “Alright, one more time,” Vinyl said. This time, we all just got up together to get our presents. I sat down, Octavia’s gift in hand. Vinyl had my gift to her, and Octavia held Vinyl’s gift. “Ready?” Open them,” Vinyl told us, and the sounds of paper rustling filled the house once again. I was first to get my gift open. “A mug... and on the side, it says... shut your...” I trailed off. The mug was white, and on the side of it, were the words “shut your,” and underneath that was a... musical scale? “Shut your... Eff, Eh, Cee, E... oh...” I smiled, mentally kicking myself for not immediately getting the joke. “Get it?” Octavia asked me with a large grin. “Yep. Shut your face,” I chuckled to myself. The notes on the scale were arranged in the order of the notes “F,” “A,” “C,” and “E,” spelling out “face.” Pretty clever, if you ask me. “I love it! Thank you, Octavia,” I said sincerely. She nodded with a smile, before Vinyl began yelling about her gift. “A studio pouch, but... there’s something inside,” she told herself, before unzipping the bag. “...a new set of artists pencils, and a set of colored pencils to match! Hey, how’d you know I needed a new set?” she asked me with a laugh. “You were complaining about it last week,” I told her with a smirk on my face. The studio pouch I got her had the word “LOVE” on the side, but the “O” in the word was a vinyl record. You wouldn’t know it by looking at her, but Vinyl was quite the artist when she wanted to be, and she absolutely loved drawing. “I love this, thank you,” she told me happily. I nodded my response. Finally, Octavia managed to get Vinyl’s gift open. “You do a very good job of making sure we get a workout when we open your presents,” Octavia quipped. She dropped the paper, and... “...a brand new pair of saddlebags! My, come to think of it, mine were getting pretty worn down, were they not?” she mused to herself while running her hoof over the bag. They were a light purple in color, and the straps were an even lighter shade of purple. They paired perfectly with Octavia’s eyes and cutie mark. “This is perfect, thank you Vinyl, really,” she told her, clutching the bag to her chest. For a moment, we all just looked around. We had all given and received wonderful gifts, spent time with our close friends, and now... “Well, I guess that’s it for presents. Now we have to clean up this mess,” Octavia said apathetically, motioning towards all of the paper on the floor. “Or... alternatively, we could not, and just go eat,” Vinyl told us smugly. Octavia looked to me. I shrugged my shoulders. “Works for me,” I thought aloud standing up. Vinyl was quick to join me. We both stood and watched Octavia, who sighed audibly. “Curse peer pressure,” she said quietly, before standing up and joining us in the kitchen. “...hey guys?” I called out. Both mares looked to me. “Thanks a lot for inviting me over. It really means a lot to me,” I said happily, yet sadly at the same time. “Of course, you’re our friend, and we’re more than glad to have your here. Happy Hearth’s Warming,” Octavia spoke softly. I smiled. “Happy Hearth’s Warming...” Author's Note Happy Hearth's Warming, Merry Christmas, and Happy Holidays to everyone! Thank you!
Something is wrong...View OnlineJournal of Occasional NonsensicalitySomething is wrong...Something is Wrong... I flinched. “...what’s wrong?" Vinyl asked me. I looked around for a moment. For the briefest amount of time, everything seemed normal. But... then... “I...” I trailed off. Vinyl turned towards me, taking her headphones off of her head. She set them down on the tray that was in between us, opting to give me her attention instead of her music. “Are you alright? What’s up man?” she pressed me. “Something... something doesn’t feel right...” I told her as I lowered my head in thought. There was no way I would be able to put it into words, but like I said. Something just felt... wrong. Like... somewhere, something was in the wrong spot. “I guess you shouldn’t have eaten those hay fries after all, huh” Vinyl joked as she elbowed my side, laughing as she did. Her attempt to lighten the mood went, unfortunately, unnoticed. “...say, is something really wrong? What is it?” She asked with a concerned gaze, going as far as to lift her shades from in front of her eyes. My heart, my mind, my body, my soul... An overwhelming feeling of dread washed over me, yet... there was no cause. I could not see, feel, or remember anything that could have happened or that could happen that would cause me to feel this way. The clacks of the train wheels under us were a constant reminder that I was still very much here and alive, yet I felt... disconnected. From me, from my friend, from my seat, from... from my life. No... it wasn’t dread. It was... something. Ah! What is this? The feeling was completely alien to me. I cannot describe it to you. The only thing that I can say is that something felt completely and totally... “Wrong. Something just feels wrong,” I told Vinyl. “That’s... not a lot to-” Vinyl was cut off by an external voice. “Would you two like anything to drink?” a colt called out to us, cutting through the thoughts that I was having. “I... I’ll just have some water, thank you,” I told him. “Same,” Vinyl said. He nodded, pouring us both a tall glass of water with a lemon garnishing the side of the glass. He set them in our cup holders, before nodding and walking away to serve another set of passengers. Suddenly... Everything went back to normal. Nothing was wrong. Nothing was out of place. Everything was whole again. “Seriously dude, talk to me. If something is wrong, I need to know so I can help you,” Vinyl told me. I flinched again. “Everything... is normal again,” I thought aloud. Vinyl’s shoulders dropped. “Look, would you stop talking in code?” she half joked. “...I don’t know, Vinyl. Everything is normal now,” I said again, looking at my hands as I did. Vinyl slumped back into her seat. “Alright, well... you have fun with that,” she gave up. I sat back into my own seat. The feeling was completely and utterly indescribable. Nothing was wrong, yet everything in my life, for a short time, had felt... incorrect. I didn’t feel like myself, and I felt like I didn’t know who my friend Vinyl was. But... in a different way. An experience that was completely alien to me, yet sat right on the top of my mind. If I ever find out what this feeling is, I’ll be sure to make a note of it... Author's Note A piece about a small moment I had the other day. The feeling was so weird that I HAD to write about it. I hope you enjoyed!
Breaking and EnteringView OnlineJournal of Occasional NonsensicalityBreaking and Entering“Well, I can’t say that I’m surprised that you of all ponies got yourself into this situation,” I said aloud as I looked at the door to Vinyl and Octavia’s home. “Ha ha ha, shut up,” Vinyl responded to me as she paced back and forth. We were standing on the stone path that was outside of my friend’s house. Vinyl had stepped outside to do... something, and in the process closed the door behind herself without unlocking it. The keys were inside, and of course, Vinyl didn’t have any other way of getting back into the house. Not unless we got... creative. Or... not creative... “I don’t suppose you have any genius ideas as to how we can get back inside, do you?” she asked, turning to me with an eyebrow raised. I glanced up at the windows that were on the second floor of the house. “I don’t know, you don’t happen to be carrying a ladder on you, do you?” I asked her. “Ah, what a surprise, I don’t. Sorry, I guess I left it inside!” she yelled to me. I snickered to her. “Well we aren’t going to get anything done by being smart-asses... though I guess that’s how you’ve made it this far, so maybe I should try it sometime,” “You’re already really good at it, you don’t need to try anything except for getting us back inside,” she quipped. “What about the back kitchen door? Is that open?” I asked hopefully. Vinyl thought for a moment. “I actually don’t know. It should be, I’ll go try it,” she told me, before turning and disappearing behind the side of the house. I walked up to the window on the front of the house, only to find that it was sealed with no way to open it. That’s probably what the other windows were for. “It’s locked too. I guess Octavia always locks that one, now that I think about it,” she thought aloud. “...does she keep a key on her?” I asked. Vinyl nodded to me. “Yep, in her saddlebag, why?” she questioned me. I crossed my arms and smiled. “You know, we don’t need to stay here. We could go and do something else and wait for her to come home. I think it’s around two, so she should be home in... a few hours? Four, right?” “Yeah, she comes home at four usually. Where would we go, though?” “I mean... Donut Joe’s is always open late. We could go and hang out there for a while,” “I... well... that’s not a bad idea, actually. I don’t feel like waiting here, and climbing on the roof does not look appealing. Eh... screw it, let’s go,” Vinyl told me, turning towards the restaurant section of Canterlot. I’m sure Octavia would be confused as to where we went, but hey, she can’t complain. I was bringing her free donuts! Written after I gave myself a random prompt. "How would you break into your own house?" I wouldn't. I would leave and wait for someone to come home. Lazy? Yes, but if I can go and get coffee, I don't see why I would stick around!
Hearts and Hooves DayView OnlineJournal of Occasional NonsensicalityHearts and Hooves Day“Wait a second... isn’t it Heart’s and Hooves Day?” I asked out loud as I swallowed the last bite of my first glazed donut. “...I guess so, yeah. Do you have a special somepony?” Vinyl asked me. She picked up her iced coffee and took a long sip. “No, not yet. I guess it’s a little late for that anyway,” I spoke thoughtfully, taking out my second donut from the bag it was in. “Well, I guess you and I are in the same boat then,” she mused while setting down her drink. “What about you? No one in your life?” I asked, trying not to sound like I was suggesting anything. “Me? Well... not really. I mean, there’s this one colt, but he doesn’t really like me in that way, you know?” she told me. This surprised me. Vinyl was always moving so fast that it was interesting to see her talking about something so down-to-earth. “Aw, well you never know, something could change anytime,” I told her. She smiled. “Yeah, I guess so. At the same time, I don’t really care either way. Relationships are complicated, and messy. They aren’t always fun,” she laughed to herself. I chuckled along with her. “I know where you’re coming from. Sometimes I tell myself that I just don’t want a relationship. Too much hassle. It’s a bit cynical, but... eh, whatever,” I thought aloud, biting into my second donut. “Someday if the right person comes along then... maybe I’ll give it a real chance, but right now? At the height of my career? It would probably just slow me down,” she said, almost proudly. I nodded, sitting back in my chair and sighing loudly. Vinyl did the same, glancing to me. We stared at each other. “...” “...” “...” “...we’re both aware that we’re saying these things to make ourselves feel better about being alone on Hearts and Hooves Day, right?” I asked. “...I mean... I didn’t want to say it, but... yeah, pretty much,” she responded. I smiled warmly. “I’m glad I have a friend like you, Vinyl,” I told her. She smiled. “Me too man. Happy platonic Hearts and Hooves Day.”
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Don't forget to subscribe!View OnlineJournal of Occasional NonsensicalityDon't forget to subscribe!Octavia stared into my eyes, and I slowly found myself being captivated by her gorgeous, violet orbs. “You know, you’re the best thing to ever happen to me. Not the fame, or the money. Not the lights or the crowds. You are,” I said to her. Her gaze remained unchanged. “Oh, playing hard to get? I see how it is,” I pouted. Octavia remained stoic, and I slowly raised my hoof, tapping her on the nose and laughing. When I opened my eyes, I... "Octavia, are... are you okay?” I asked her. When she did not respond, I slid my arm out from under her, and sat up on the bed. “Hey! Octavia, are you there? Hellooooo?” I said with a chuckle. She simply stared at the same spot on the ceiling. I sat up straighter this time. “Octavia, cut it out. Come on, what’s the matter?” I said, and once again, she remained motionless. I reached out with my hooves, placing them on her shoulders. “Come on, what’s wrong? Octavia? Octavia!” I shouted, shaking her gently. Suddenly, at a speed that I have never seen before, Octavia shot upright, grabbed me by the arms, and put her face right in front of mine, only a few milimeters separating us. She stared into me, not into my eyes, but into me. I could practically feel her looking through me. She placed a hoof gently on my cheek, and slowly brought me forward. I did not resist. Just before our lips met, she suddenly placed a hoof on my chest, stopping me. I looked at her confusedly, before she pulled me forward, so that she was talking into my ear. I felt her breath on my neck, and I shuddered. She opened her lips, and spoke. ... “You should subscribe to Diem, for great emotes, like DMBit, and DMLamazo,” I looked at her confusedly. Author's Note If any of this doesn't make sense to you... that's the point. To see what I come up with when I let my mind go and express my creativity freely. Sometimes... it makes absolutely no sense at all. More will come soon, not to worry!
Next year will be better!View OnlineJournal of Occasional NonsensicalityNext year will be better!“Did you happen to see an energetic pink mare bouncing around the castle grounds?” my roommate thought aloud as she stepped into our apartment. “Yeah, she was all over the place! I could hardly keep my eyes on her before she shot off to Celestia knows where,” I said, pulling the dark purple shades from in front of my eyes. I threw them on the coffee table as I rounded the corner into the kitchen. “There were a few instances where I was completely shocked at the kind of things that she was capable of,” I heard Octavia call as she sat down on the couch in the living room. I swung open the door to the fridge, my eyes scanning the shelves for something to drink. I eventually settled on pouring myself a glass of milk. “Like what?” I responded. “Well… at one point, when I was able to get a longer look at her, she... seemingly pulled a large plate of food from out of her mane,” “Out of her mane. Like…” I trailed off as I set the milk down on the counter, a glass levitating out of the cupboard and settling next to me. “I know, confusing. I had no way of really knowing what she did, or how she managed to hide something like that so perfectly,” she told me. I brought the glass up to my mouth, cleansing my pallet and quenching my thirst at the same time. “How do you think that even works? Like... how does she fit stuff like that in there without anyone seeing it?” I asked as I wiped my “milk mustache” off of my lip. I heard the sounds of a cello case opening, the locks making their trademark “clicks.” “That was something that I had been wondering myself. With the way she seemingly avoids the basic laws of science, especially with the way she moves... perhaps it’s best not to think about it,” Octavia told me as she pulled her cello from its case. I stealthily slid the glass I had used into the sink, and placed the milk back into the fridge. “You know, Princess Celestia seemed quite entertained by all of the shenanigans that she managed to get herself into,” Octavia told me. I let out a hearty laugh. “Ha! Sometimes I wonder if she even cares about the Gala. She always looks bored when she’s there,” I thought aloud. “Hm, maybe you can see it they’d let you play one of your sets there next year,” she told me with a smile. I thought for a moment, before my jaw dropped open. Octavia noticed my expression immediately. “Vinyl, I was only kidding. There’s no way that they’d let you-” She didn’t have time to finish her thought. I had a set to compile for next year. It had to be perfect, of course! Author's Note Set after one of the many Gala's that happen every year or so.
SmadView OnlineJournal of Occasional NonsensicalitySmadVinyl sighed audibly, giving off an air of defeat as she sunk back into her place on the couch. “What’s wrong?” I asked her, picking up my glass of water from the coffee table as I did. “I just… I don’t know. Maybe it’s the weather,” she told us, staring at the ceiling. Octavia glanced at me over the book she was reading, giving me a concerned yet disinterested gaze. "Well… what’s wrong with the weather?” I asked, looking to the window as I set down my water. There was a light amount of snow coming down at the moment, but overall it was rather nice out. “Eh… I don’t like the snow. It’s all… cold, and wet sometimes, and it gets everywhere… it’s like rain, but not as wet and way worse,” she said, waving her forelegs around in exasperation. “I mean, it’s not all bad, is it? We could be in the middle of a blizzard right now,” I responded. She sighed again. “I guess you’re not wrong… ah!” she yelled, sitting up from her seat. “Vinyl, please, try to keep it down. Some of us are trying to read,” Octavia rebuked her roommate. I glanced to her. “...I mean, you’re the only one reading, so...” I told her, smirking. She shook her head, dropping her shoulders at the same time. “Sorry, I just feel so… is there a word that’s a mix between angry and sad?” she idly question the room. Octavia and I shared another glance. “...disgruntled… miserable, desolated… malcontent would work, I suppose,” she thought aloud. I briefly pondered the words she had stated, but Vinyl… “...smad. I think I’m smad,” she concluded. The book Octavia was reading dropped to her lap. “Smad? I give you a list of perfectly accurate words to describe how you feel, and you settle on one that you just made up?” she interrogated Vinyl. I bit my hand to keep myself from laughing. “Yeah, it fits perfectly. Sad and mad… smad. That’s how I feel. This weather is making me feel smad,” she reasoned. Octavia looked to me for backup. My smile grew even wider. “I… you… ah, whatever. I’m getting myself some wine,” she said as she left her seat, opting to drown out Vinyl’s antics with alcohol. At this point, it wouldn’t really be that bad of an idea... Inspired from this picture that my friend showed me in class today...
