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mlp My Little Dashie; not mine
Topic Started: Jul 1 2012, 08:47 AM (135 Views)
chichi87
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ummm, Ditzy Dani?
My Little Dashie

Written by ROBCakeran53 http://robcakeran53.deviantart.com/

Edited by SirPeppermintJam http://sirpeppermintjam.deviantart.com/

Based from this comic: http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/5121/happybirthdayrd1.jpg by

http://oppositebros.deviantart.com/

For additional fan art, writings, and other work from this story: http://

robcakeran53.deviantart.com/favourites/46446902

Gdocs Link: https://docs.google.com/document/d/

1NwdIJMALxxi6egHz832IuNIHy1J7JAqulJFoGeLM5tY/edit?hl=en_US

I live my life, one day at a time. A good portion of those days are uneventful, always falling in

the same routine: I wake up, walk to work, work, walk home, then bum around until I go to bed.

Some times I'll hang with my few friends, while other times I'll just play video games or watch

My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. Every so often, something new and interesting happens: I

meet an old friend, I find a dollar on the ground, or I get chased by a stray dog.

Living in a dying city isn't very fun or interesting. This city was once full of life and color, but

now... now most of the houses are sagging, the businesses sit empty and abandoned, and

several open fields lay barren of the once great factories that helped drive the economy. I had

never seen this city during those times in person, but I have seen pictures. My mother and

father lived happy, and they could only wish the same for me growing up.

Sadly, I cannot say I have achieved that wish of theirs.

I've fallen into the same dull routine: Wake, work, sleep, repeat. I do have some moments of

bliss, but the daily struggles I go through outweigh the small moments of joy I have. My Little

Pony has helped, but it's still just another thing to give my hopes up on. Every time I see the

show, or one of the ponies on a fan site, I recoil a bit at the bright colors, the joyful faces of the

ponies, and the peaceful scenery of their world. It's so hard to look at that beautiful world,

having it so close to my grasp; I reach out to touch it's warm colors and bright, smiling faces of

the ponies.

Only to be stopped by my computer screen.

I snapped back to reality. It gets to the point where I will simply shut down my computer and

walk away. I do that a lot, especially after my parents death. I go for a walk. When I feel sad, I

walk. When I feel tired, I walk. When I feel like walking... I walk. Walking has become my

second life in a sense; I spend at least half my day outside along the crumbling side-walks and

decaying suburbs.

I've seen people come and go. I've seen buildings torn down, burned up, or have so much

graffiti on its walls that its original color is unrecognizable. I very rarely pass any other people

on my strolls. Most people don't like to look at their once beautiful city, their homes or former

businesses. I don't blame them. In fact I envy them. They saw this place with their own two

eyes, seeing the buildings still standing tall and proud, the lawns freshly cut, the paved roads,

and sidewalks still intact.

The only thing I've ever seen that even comes close is my mother's paintings, each of them

colorful scenes of this concrete world. She started painting once everything crumbled beneath

her feet, making the sad scenery before her look beautiful. Her masterpiece is of an open field

that yielded a parking garage. Over it, she drew an amazing rainbow. My favorite picture. I

guess that is part of why I like Rainbow Dash the most out of all the other ponies. Her colors, the

amazing sonic rainboom, all remind me of that picture.

There have been times I wished I had my own Rainbow Dash, or more realistically a plushie of

her, to curl up in bed with. I've made an old Simba into a "temporary" replacement, until I am

able to save enough money for one. It helps, in a way. Like holding it close will heal my wounds,

my pain, and my sorrow. My feet, after countless hours of walking in my old shoes, pulsate

under the sheet, and all the while, I'll hold that stuffed animal harder than a mother protecting

her child. It's the only thing I can look at and feel true joy, even if it isn't physically the Rainbow

Dash I want.

It will have to do.
HOLY CRAP IM DREAMING! IM DREAMING! IM-... DANGIT! I WOKE UP!
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★Summon things
★sing and dance in front of a buttload of zombies and slap them afterwards.
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I read this b4... I cried my eyes out.
The night I discovered it I listens to it via a dramatic reading by mic the micraphone, it was one of those money's were you ran out of tears...
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I read this b4, i honestly cant cry while reading, but there was a lump in my throught. Rainbow dash is my new fav character.
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