The Tunnels and the Woman

by Fillyfooler

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Adventure, Tragedy, Dark, Human, Sad
Length: 398

A story about dreams, love and evil tunnels

This is the story of Sarah James Smith. She is a no-one, she is not brave or very smart. She has no one, she cares about no one and has nothing. This is her story about ponies, about dreams and about love. This will tell the life of a homeless woman, about a love found in dreams and about an evil found near the pits of hell.

Warning ( This may get graphic in all senses of the word. Also Pony/female human sex, expect it )

Note: The first chapter is in first person but the rest of the story is in third.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2012-10-28 02:04:27 UTC

The Note.

The Note

By Fillyfooler

All none-OC characters are property of Hasbro and the team that bring us MLP: FiM. I take no artistic credit for My Little Pony.

These are the last words of Sarah James Smith

The streets aren't safe, the homeless are going missing. I fear for my life. The tunnels are where I am and where I will die.

I saw things and felt things in my mind. They were strange things. Ponies, goddess, mythical creatures, love? What were they? What did they want me to do? I can do nothing, I was never meant to do anything. They were my dreams, they were my fantasies.

THEY WERE DREAMS!!! I wish to scream. But... they felt so real. She felt so real, those lips, those eyes and that fur. Her love for me felt real. It felt oh so real and gone much to quickly.

If any one is reading this, it means that you have properly came across the corpse of Sarah Smith. That's me... Or perhaps you have just lost your way. Well TURN BACK! NOW! Run from this place, this is a place of hell and fire. I have found this place and I'm the only thing stopping it. Even if I die my corpse will contain it. So RUN back to your home, or tunnel, back to your place of rest. Just run, it will corrupt you, it will change you till you know nothing but killing. So run and forget this place, never speak about it, just run and let this corpse rot.

I am doomed, I know this. They told me, she cried for me and I never saw her cry before. She was so strong, so very strong. She loved me and how I loved her. I wish that before I die, I could see her face again. Feel those lips touch mine. But she was nothing but a dream, a cruel dream.

I can hear it know, the destroyer of all we have and we care about. Well it will have me, I was already corrupt.

It comes now, I can feel it. So goodbye world, I hope we met again. And I hope, I can see her again, I hope I can kiss her again and I hope I will call her name one last time. Applejack, I am coming for you...