Hiddenby Undead Equestrian WriterChaptersEntry 1BookBirthdayEntry 1Mom got me this notebook in hopes that I'd use it as a diary to write my thoughts and feelings down since I'm not allowed to talk to anyone except her. I'm unsure how to write a diary, but mom told me to act like it was a friend, so I suppose I should start with myself. My name is Willow Creek, I'm 17, and I have to remain hidden, as I'm a unicorn. Unicorn's in Equestria nowadays are rare, having either had their horns removed or been hanged. I don't know why the unicorns are being attacked this way, mom won't tell me. Today was a bit interesting, the radio was talking more about the unicorn resistance in major cities like Manehattan and Neigh York, but there was a huge segment about the upcoming execution of the previous rulers of Equestria. They described how Celestia and Luna would be hung for all to see over the national television channel. I won't be able to watch it, not like I'd want to, but I don't have a tv, just the old radio I managed to fix up. My mom tells me every time we talk that if I'm ever found, they will kill me and her, just like my dad. I miss dad, but he was always away from home, traveling across Equestria and even into the Crystal Empire. I'm unsure what he did for a job, but I think it had something to do with electronics. My birthday is coming up soon, I will turn 18, and no one will celebrate my birthday. Most of my unicorn friends are either dead or have been forced into eternal servitude, working in mines or farms. My mother tries to avoid me, she says it's best for both of us, which I don't know if I believe. I feel she hates me, that she wants me to disappear so she can stop worrying about her own life. The only thing to keep me company in the basement crawlspace is a poster with the Mane Six on it, from a few years ago, and a small mouse that visits me every so often. I named him Mr. Cheesewheel, and I like to imagine that he has a bunch of ludicrous jobs that he runs for his mouse kingdom! Like being an international super spy, or a soldier, fighting for territory in a grisly war. I'm going to go to sleep. Goodnight, diary. BookI snuck out of the crawlspace when mom was at work today. I rummaged around the basement for something to do, and I found a massive box of books. Most of them are boring romance novels, excluding a few of the romance novels, which were actually romance-thriller novels. I found one that really caught my eye, it's a story of a mare who is in a very similar situation to me, she is trapped in a room, hiding with her family from invading changelings. I've not got very far in the book, due to my poor lighting and reading ability, but I'm a smart filly, I can figure out words, especially since I found a dictionary in the box, so that helps. I listened to the radio while reading. They talked about how being an Earth pony or pegasus made you better than unicorns, cause of some words I didn't understand, though what I did understand, it wasn't very nice. They used curses and swears, calling unicorns filth and trash, pathetic, and that Earth ponies and Pegasi where the only true races, that unicorns deserved to die or be enslaved. I turned the radio off when the whispers in the back of my mind started to agree with them. It's been a few days since I wrote in this diary though, I didn't have much to write down the past few days. Mom hasn't spoken to me since she gave me the notebook. I hope she brings me down some food though, I'm down to a loaf of bread and a small bottle of water. Mr. Cheesewheel showed up earlier, and I played with him for a little bit, letting him climb around in my mane, as I daydreamed about the past, thinking about how I'd like to meet some of my friends again. Oh, mom just got home, and she brought home a friend of hers. Her friend is an extremely mean pegasus. I know this because she's been over before, and every time she's insulted unicorns, even insulting me and dad to her face. She's even said that she's glad unicorns have been made nearly extinct. I'm going to try and ignore her as I keep writing a bit. I had a dream about a field of lilacs last night. I remember walking through the field, with five ponies walking beside me, though their bodies were complete blank, just black, no discernable features. I kept walking, before stopping at a small clearing with six large circular stone pedestals laying a circle around a small obelisk. I woke up shortly after that though, and I don't remember much more. Two days until my birthday, I hope Mr. Cheesewheel comes out and celebrates it with me. I'd like to give him a gift. I understand that it's my birthday, but I like to give gifts rather than receive them. I've been creating a small hat for him, made of small things I found here and there. It's complete, and I will give it to him so he can embrace his true adorableness. I wonder what happened to Rarity and Twilight? Did they escape to the Crystal Empire? Did they get hung or castrated? I hope they didn't, I hope they are okay, and I hope their friends are on their side. Maybe they're trying to fix what made the Earth ponies and the pegasi upset with the unicorns? Maybe one day I'll wake up and I'll be in my bed upstairs, and the past month was an awful nightmare. Goodnight, Diary. BirthdayToday's my birthday, though it doesn't feel any different to a normal day. I listened to the radio this morning, and I caught the end of the publicly broadcasted hanging of Celestia and Luna. It's weird, knowing I became an adult the same day that Celestia and Luna were hung. I celebrated my birthday with Mr. Cheesewheel, I gave him the hat, and he looked so cute with it. Mom didn't say anything to me today before she left, and I doubt she'll say anything to me when she gets home. I wonder if she even cares anymore, or even loves me. I've had arguments with myself that she's planning on telling someone about me, and will laugh when I get dragged to the gallows. I had another dream a few nights ago. I was in the lilac field again, standing amidst the stones, but this time I was alone. Overhead was storm clouds, rain pouring down hard. It lasted hours, standing in the rain, my coat and mane dripping wet. After a few hours, I heard hoofsteps from all around me, as dozens, maybe even hundreds, of ponies came from the darkness, surrounding me and the stones. My horn lit up, zapping the central stone, as it glowed a soft red, an alicorn appearing above it. She spoke to me, saying my name, though I couldn't hear what she told me. Her words were drowned out by the thunder and rain. I awoke shortly after she appeared, cold and sweaty, with Mr. Cheesewheel sitting next to me. He was concerned, so I assumed I was speaking in my sleep. I think I'm done writing for today. I'm going to read some more of the books I found, and maybe I'll play with Mr. Cheesewheel a bit more. I always thought that my 18th birthday would be extravagant, that it would be fun and I could invite all of my friends over, but in reality, my 18th birthday was quiet, alone, and there is no one I can count on anymore. The thoughts that run through my head, the things I'm thinking of doing to myself make me want to cry, and scream, and run.
Entry 1Mom got me this notebook in hopes that I'd use it as a diary to write my thoughts and feelings down since I'm not allowed to talk to anyone except her. I'm unsure how to write a diary, but mom told me to act like it was a friend, so I suppose I should start with myself. My name is Willow Creek, I'm 17, and I have to remain hidden, as I'm a unicorn. Unicorn's in Equestria nowadays are rare, having either had their horns removed or been hanged. I don't know why the unicorns are being attacked this way, mom won't tell me. Today was a bit interesting, the radio was talking more about the unicorn resistance in major cities like Manehattan and Neigh York, but there was a huge segment about the upcoming execution of the previous rulers of Equestria. They described how Celestia and Luna would be hung for all to see over the national television channel. I won't be able to watch it, not like I'd want to, but I don't have a tv, just the old radio I managed to fix up. My mom tells me every time we talk that if I'm ever found, they will kill me and her, just like my dad. I miss dad, but he was always away from home, traveling across Equestria and even into the Crystal Empire. I'm unsure what he did for a job, but I think it had something to do with electronics. My birthday is coming up soon, I will turn 18, and no one will celebrate my birthday. Most of my unicorn friends are either dead or have been forced into eternal servitude, working in mines or farms. My mother tries to avoid me, she says it's best for both of us, which I don't know if I believe. I feel she hates me, that she wants me to disappear so she can stop worrying about her own life. The only thing to keep me company in the basement crawlspace is a poster with the Mane Six on it, from a few years ago, and a small mouse that visits me every so often. I named him Mr. Cheesewheel, and I like to imagine that he has a bunch of ludicrous jobs that he runs for his mouse kingdom! Like being an international super spy, or a soldier, fighting for territory in a grisly war. I'm going to go to sleep. Goodnight, diary.
BookI snuck out of the crawlspace when mom was at work today. I rummaged around the basement for something to do, and I found a massive box of books. Most of them are boring romance novels, excluding a few of the romance novels, which were actually romance-thriller novels. I found one that really caught my eye, it's a story of a mare who is in a very similar situation to me, she is trapped in a room, hiding with her family from invading changelings. I've not got very far in the book, due to my poor lighting and reading ability, but I'm a smart filly, I can figure out words, especially since I found a dictionary in the box, so that helps. I listened to the radio while reading. They talked about how being an Earth pony or pegasus made you better than unicorns, cause of some words I didn't understand, though what I did understand, it wasn't very nice. They used curses and swears, calling unicorns filth and trash, pathetic, and that Earth ponies and Pegasi where the only true races, that unicorns deserved to die or be enslaved. I turned the radio off when the whispers in the back of my mind started to agree with them. It's been a few days since I wrote in this diary though, I didn't have much to write down the past few days. Mom hasn't spoken to me since she gave me the notebook. I hope she brings me down some food though, I'm down to a loaf of bread and a small bottle of water. Mr. Cheesewheel showed up earlier, and I played with him for a little bit, letting him climb around in my mane, as I daydreamed about the past, thinking about how I'd like to meet some of my friends again. Oh, mom just got home, and she brought home a friend of hers. Her friend is an extremely mean pegasus. I know this because she's been over before, and every time she's insulted unicorns, even insulting me and dad to her face. She's even said that she's glad unicorns have been made nearly extinct. I'm going to try and ignore her as I keep writing a bit. I had a dream about a field of lilacs last night. I remember walking through the field, with five ponies walking beside me, though their bodies were complete blank, just black, no discernable features. I kept walking, before stopping at a small clearing with six large circular stone pedestals laying a circle around a small obelisk. I woke up shortly after that though, and I don't remember much more. Two days until my birthday, I hope Mr. Cheesewheel comes out and celebrates it with me. I'd like to give him a gift. I understand that it's my birthday, but I like to give gifts rather than receive them. I've been creating a small hat for him, made of small things I found here and there. It's complete, and I will give it to him so he can embrace his true adorableness. I wonder what happened to Rarity and Twilight? Did they escape to the Crystal Empire? Did they get hung or castrated? I hope they didn't, I hope they are okay, and I hope their friends are on their side. Maybe they're trying to fix what made the Earth ponies and the pegasi upset with the unicorns? Maybe one day I'll wake up and I'll be in my bed upstairs, and the past month was an awful nightmare. Goodnight, Diary.
BirthdayToday's my birthday, though it doesn't feel any different to a normal day. I listened to the radio this morning, and I caught the end of the publicly broadcasted hanging of Celestia and Luna. It's weird, knowing I became an adult the same day that Celestia and Luna were hung. I celebrated my birthday with Mr. Cheesewheel, I gave him the hat, and he looked so cute with it. Mom didn't say anything to me today before she left, and I doubt she'll say anything to me when she gets home. I wonder if she even cares anymore, or even loves me. I've had arguments with myself that she's planning on telling someone about me, and will laugh when I get dragged to the gallows. I had another dream a few nights ago. I was in the lilac field again, standing amidst the stones, but this time I was alone. Overhead was storm clouds, rain pouring down hard. It lasted hours, standing in the rain, my coat and mane dripping wet. After a few hours, I heard hoofsteps from all around me, as dozens, maybe even hundreds, of ponies came from the darkness, surrounding me and the stones. My horn lit up, zapping the central stone, as it glowed a soft red, an alicorn appearing above it. She spoke to me, saying my name, though I couldn't hear what she told me. Her words were drowned out by the thunder and rain. I awoke shortly after she appeared, cold and sweaty, with Mr. Cheesewheel sitting next to me. He was concerned, so I assumed I was speaking in my sleep. I think I'm done writing for today. I'm going to read some more of the books I found, and maybe I'll play with Mr. Cheesewheel a bit more. I always thought that my 18th birthday would be extravagant, that it would be fun and I could invite all of my friends over, but in reality, my 18th birthday was quiet, alone, and there is no one I can count on anymore. The thoughts that run through my head, the things I'm thinking of doing to myself make me want to cry, and scream, and run.
