"The graves"View OnlineI wanna be wonderbolt... just like you"The graves"She had finally came out of the mud covered forest. All she had to do know was just walk up the hill, and she would be there. She looked up, she knew flying there would be much easier, but with the rain it might be harder for like a butterflies wings. Only the most experinced pegasus could fly through tons of snow and water. She took each step with care up the hill, careful not to trip. She finally made it to the tree, the tree that had been her favourite, or so she had been told. Next to the tree were two graves, both next to eachother. She shivered as she went up to them. She looked at them, as the pools of water re-appeared in her eyes. She layed down and looked at the two graves. "You... have missed so much... my first day of school.. my first day of flight school.. my first wonderbolt's show.. my first play... and.. and my first flight." She croaked out. She looked down thinking to herself about all the things they have missed. Thin small rivers ran down her cheeks,making a plip~plop noice as they fell onto the ground. Her mane drooped ever more, it covered her eyes, hiding her tears from the cruel world. The world who had taken away her childhood and taken away the people she most cared about. She carried so much on her shoulders that the world had made her carry. The world had taken a too big bite, and spit it on her, leaving her with the big bite and the mess to clean up. She then stood up and walked underneath the tree. She layed back down. Her wings flared open, little tiny droplets of rain flew of in different directions. Her feather ruffled, and begain to frizz from the weather. Soon her wings were a big thing of fluffyness. She sighed, and looked back at the graves. She put her head onto the ground. She didn't have to read the writing on the graves to know what it said,no, she knew it by heart. Starla and Sparky Dust, those were the names on the graves, Starla and Sparky Dust. She closed her eyes trying to forget, but she knew it was pointless, for every time she tried to forget, she only remembered. She slowly stood up, re-folded her wings, and walked away, her hooves makeing an echo noise. She walked away, with only the wieght on her shoulders and the dispar for company. Walking away with rivers on her cheeks. Author's Note Do you forgive me now..? ;~; please..?
"The giant willow tree"View OnlineI wanna be wonderbolt... just like you"The giant willow tree"She layed underneath the willow tree. The big and tall willow tree. Her uncle had threantened to take it down so many times, to chop it down, but he never did, he secretly loved the willow tree. She looked up, the willow tree tangled itself into the clouds. She was told it was so tall that it reached up all the way to Cloudscale. She flared her wings open and begain to fly up. She circled the dark intertwined with eachother branches. She rubbed every branch, but made sure she didn't ruin a crease. To her a crease was one of the laughter wrinkles her grandad had. She then closed her eyes remembering a bit. She shook it as her mane fell into her face. She flew over to a nice and sturdy branch, it was her favourite branch. She had been told many times of how her parents used to come up here, they would watch the glowing stars that lightened the dark world, how they would whisper there secrets that they wind would carry never letting go. She smiled faintly, she was locked inside a bitter-sweet memory, but it changed. And she saw it. She gripped the branch like her life depended on it, and to her, it did. She shut her eyes trying to forget, to only remember more. The great big pools of water appeared. That night, it rained everywhere, Equestria was drenched, but not from rain, it was from the tears of a pegasus who carried a horrible wieght, on her shoulders. Author's Note Hope you like it!
"Fate's since of humor"View OnlineI wanna be wonderbolt... just like you"Fate's since of humor"She held the knife in her hoof. It had a silver streak that glowed by the moonlight. That same silver streak was also on her. She helf the knife firm as she pressed it against her coat, careful not to hit a vessel. She pressed it deeper and deeper, untill red blood oozed and and made a tiny puddle of red. Just like... no.... don't think about it... Even though the cutting had been happing alot no one seemed to pay attention, everyone simply ignored her. She begain to grow mute, only talking when talked to, herself, the nurse, her granfather, and the graves. She reached towards a small box, a box of bullets. She pulled out a shotgun from underneath her and begain to put the silver bullets of into the gun. Her fate lied in her hooves. She made the killer weapon attacked to her hoof. Her hoof on the trigger. A tear slid down her cheek. "I'm sorry...." A sob escaped as she tried to mufffle it. She pulled it. A loud shot could be heard. But of course, no one heard it, because all ears fell death apon her. She looked to her left, there was a tiny hole where a picture of her,him,grandfather, her uncle. Her eyes forze on the picture as she crawled to it, slowly stroking it like she could go back and change everything. But she never went back in time to save her and him, no, she never did. Fate must have a cruel set of humor. Author's Note Sorry that this chapter took so long and is soooo short.
"The things they said"View OnlineI wanna be wonderbolt... just like you"The things they said"Everything... they beat her in everything, she probably couldn't even win a ugly competition ... she was too ugly, or at least they said. They probably were... They always we're right, never were they wrong. Not one single time. "Hey looser, you got an alibi?" They would say in a taunting voice. "No..., why you ask?" She questioned, barley above a whisper. "Because....., they would pause for a second then began to chant, U-G-L-Y YOU GOT NO ALIBI, YOU UGLY, YA YOU UGLY!" They would chant it until almost everyone snickered. And that.. was just they start of it... "Hey retard, where you dropped on your head as a foal, no wonder your so stupid." "OMG IS THAT A GIANT FLYING SAUCSER, oh wait, its just that pimple." "Look how fat you are, you take up the whole hallway, just by sticking your butt out the door, hate to see the rest of you." It only got worse as years passed, they said more cruel things, she became more scared and scared, humiliated and always wondering.... why? "Hey you dirty slut, heard you did a wing job with the player boy, and even sucked the janitors dick." "Are you pregnant, or did you gain like a bajillion pounds?" She started to get bags underneath her eyes... "Wooow, looks like you been shopping for bags, AT THE UGLY STORE." "Then they said the worse thing yet... they talked about her parents and granddad. "Gee whiz, I feel sorry for your parents, they probably did that thing on purpose just so they could get away from you." Then worse rumors started.... involving her granddad. "Heard they did drugs together, smoked pot, did weed, all kinds of stuff." "Did you know he touched her, heard she was willing, even liked it." "She tried to kill him once." "Used to get drunk and buck all night, yep she's a dirty slut." "They used to claim there hate for, Princess Celestia." " I know right?" Then the bomb shell exploded. "He never even loved her, he thought she was revolting, he probably made that crash on purpose, don't blame him, wouldn't want to see her ever again." That pushed her over the edge. "Fine... you won't ever have to see me again, but one day.. you will all regret this... all of you, every single pony will regret what they have done." She thought as a sniffle escaped. Then... it... happened..
"The bottom of the bottle"View OnlineI wanna be wonderbolt... just like you"The bottom of the bottle"In her hoof was a quill, the feather was soft and purple, the pen part of it was a light shade of pink. It ticked her hoof lightly as she tried her best to write as neatly as possible, she was failing a bit for, her hoof was shaking, she was sweating, and her lips were twitching. There were a few smudged of ink on the thin piece of paper. She signed her name the way she used to do when she was a filly and kissed the bottom part leaving a mark of her peach lip-gloss. She grabbed the thin piece of paper very carefully and wrapped it in a loose knot with a old red ribbon. On the ribbon she wrote, To: My uncle, on the other side of the ribbon, From: Lighting. She looked longley at it but. quickly shook her head and walked to the bathroom. She used her magic to open the mirror cabinet, looking for that certain bottle, then her little eye spied it in the far back. She quickly swiped it and attempted to open the bottle. Of course the bottle cap was tight, her uncle had screwed it on very tight so no pills fell out ever. But, she had somehow gotten the pill bottle off. She grabbed a hoof-full, about 5 0r 6, got her glass of water and quickly drowned those pills down. The room began to spin, she felt light-headed. There wasn't enough oxygen, she gasped, but then it was taken over by... quietness, and then.. she fell with a thud. "Dusty, you home?" A voice called out as the front door was shut. That pony crossed the table where the note had been written. They picked up the note, reading on the ribbon who it was to and from. He carefully untied the loose knot and read its contents. Dear My Uncle, I'm sorry, I couldn't take it no more, I know I have been told since I was a little filly to never give up and try try again, but I failed, I'm giving up, Im getting your pills and ending it, they do say no pain no gain, but sometimes.. its so much pain no gain. I will always love you, but trust me you could have done nothing to stop or see this. If grandpa ever... wakes up, tell him his little lighting loves him. You both mean the world to me, goodbye. Love, Your little Dusty. A kiss-mark was right next to Dusty. His eyes began to water, hoofs shaking, eyes darting, and his whole body was trembling. He snatched the phone from the kitchen counter and raced to the room with the only light on, (besides the kitchen and dining room) his bathroom, As his hoofs shaked, he dialed 9-1-1. "Hello this is 9-1-1, Police, firestallion. or an ambulance?" A pony with a males voice asked. He had finally reached the room, but he was too late, a sob was caught in his throat. "Hello...?" Asked the pony "Uh.. uh.. er... I.. I think my niece is dead..." He stuttered. She groaned, her head was killing her, she looked down and saw she was wearing white, and above was a bright light, was she dead...?
"The Light"View OnlineI wanna be wonderbolt... just like you"The Light"There was a light, it burned my eyes, made me want to shut them again, but at the same time... it was hypnotic in a way, I felt drawn to it, I reached out towards it, my hooves reached towards it, then I noticed my clothes weren't the same. I was wearing a large white robe. It was just like what the angel ponies wear..... My thoughts... had been confirmed... I... was dead... and... I COUDN'T BE MORE HAPPY. No more teasing, bullies, and especially no Rainbow Dash and Gilda. To tell the truth I would miss my Uncle, and my granddad, but granddad was in a coma... so it wouldn't matter, and Uncle would probably just advertise at my funeral.... oh well. At least I would see my parents, Mom and dad, oh how I missed them. But, then the event turned, I was so happy I shook, I was shaking everywhere, I heard a beeping noise, it was going faster and faster... beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep.... and faster, something was wrong, I felt pain all over, it felt like my chest was tearing apart, something was clawing inside of me, trying to escape but it couldn't it was stuck there. Just like me, because it wouldn't let me leave. There were voices, blurry things rushed towards me, they wouldn't let me go.. they held me down... and stuck a needle in me... and quickly removed it... my eyes begin to get droopy and heavy, they started to flutter.. I tried to stay, and reach towards the light, but the more I tried... the more I failed, soon I sucked in this.... cocoon? or so..... The light begain to fade... and then.... myself beckoned to sleep, and with... no strength I... did. Author's Note Decided to do this first per- pony today :D please like
"The Rainbow Dash and Gilda"View OnlineI wanna be wonderbolt... just like you"The Rainbow Dash and Gilda"She dragged her hooves as she walked, looking down to make sure she didnt make contact. For then, they would see the pain swirling in her eyes. She looked around seeing everyone, ponies,griffens, and what other creatures that could fly, exept for dragons. Everyone seemed to have a friend, someone to talk to. Even Derpy had a friend. Derpy's friend was actually the most popular student! Daring was her name. No one knew why Derpy was her friend, especially because she had derped eyes, was retarted, and because, she was just.... BLAUGH! "Well... at least the tourmenters usually just mess with her and not me." She thought too soon. She begain to walk towards a coner to be alone, but eventually she was in the ally. It was dark with fading posters on the walls. Forgotten lunch boxes with some random color ozzing out. She was careful not to step on any of the alien goop. She then, noticed two shadows lumbering above her. "Well well well.... looks like a new playmate." Said the rainbow haired pony. "Yes.. yes indeed, I can't wait to have so much "fun"." said the other winged creature, but "fun" and "playmate" as a pony to tourment. For they were the tourmenters, and this pony, would be there new #1 pony to tourment and prank. Author's Note Sorry that this chapter is short, I had to re-write it and I coudnt remember what I oringially wrote.
"The hospitail"View OnlineI wanna be wonderbolt... just like you"The hospitail"She looked up at the giant hospitail. She wanted to see her grandad, but she was afraid of hospitails, for, she had lost someone at the hospitail. She looked down, small pools of water had filled in her eyes. She took foal-steps as she walked up the door. She slowly pushed open the double doors. She walked up to the lady at the table. "um..., excuse me, were is Mr.Dust..?" She whispered looking down. The lady looked up, "Friend,Wonderbolts,or family" The lady replied. "Uh... family." She had stuttered. The lady looked her questioning her,"What relation do you have to Mr.Dust?" The lady questioned her. "I'm.. his granddaughter, Lighting Dust." She whispered. The lady looked back at the computer, "Room 9063" The lady replied. "Thank you." she whispred. She took each step carefully. Her steps could be heard echoing of the cold marble floor. She looked at each wall, looking for the number 9063. She was secretly hoping she woudn't find it, hoping this was just a nightmare, but if this was just a nightmare, it had been the most realistic nightmare ever. She then saw it, 9063. She walked up to like a robot, ever so slowly. She grabbed the doorknob, turning it. The door creaked open, makeing a squeek noice. Her eyes were full of big pools of water, as she saw him. The person who had raised her along with her uncle, the person who she looked up to, the person who had that crash all those years ago. Her grandad. He looked just the same all he did those years ago. She walked up to him and looked at him. He looked so peaceful asleep. She studied his face, she saw the wrinkels on his face, but those wern't from old age, no... they were from laughter. She reached out her hoove, and grabbed his. She squeezed it tight and leaned down. She kissed him on the cheek and whispered, "Bye grandad... Lil'Lighting has to go" She then took one last look at him and walked out the room. She shut the door, so she woudn't turn around and cry. She walked back down the hall, again echos coming from her walking. She then walked outside and saw it had been raining. She sighed, her uncle had told her to bring a jacket, but she didn't listen. She walked outside and trotted into the woods. She stepped on branches and rocks, her hooves were beginning to feel sore. She looked down, her mane was soaking wet from the rain, it drooped and swayed lightly. She tripped over a rock that had been secretly hiding in the mud. She fell over as her face got sliced by a sharp rock and twig that had been poking out the mud. She then stood up wobbiling and wiped the blood of her face and kept walking. Author's Note This is a story to make up for my errors in my other story
