Starting Out Well Enough

starting out well enough

Never thought i would go to heaven

for some reason i wrote a short story because the quote was good, and this is the product of that

2182 words

“I never thought I would get to go to heaven… my mother, bless her heart, told me soldiers had a place reserved for them up there; like the pope or kings. I never did listen to her though, I had no plans on dying any time soon. I was the best in our Calvary and I’d seen more than my fair share of combat, but something about this venture felt wrong. As we approached the castle with our army there was nothing, no guards, no noises, not even a hoof print for their steeds. I looked at my army and for a moment questioned if our king was wrong in sending us to the reaches of our kingdom for an abandoned. I heard a wave of unease fall across my troops, mail began to tense, handles began to rattle as their hands shook, and ranks began to fade into more of a cluster of shaking squires. I rallied them with a shout, wailing something akin to what a slaver would if his property was working at a subpar pace, whether I scared them straight or empowered them I’ll never know.

 We were gaining on the large wooden gate when I felt a chill rush up my side, and mind you this was no exaggeration. The air around me became heavy, and cold; it was as if winter fell in a single moment. I looked to my troop and noticed no change, they all continued as if it was no colder to them, it was at this point I heard her. I’ve no idea if it were my mind playing tricks on me due to hours of marching…or something more sinister, but a voice echoed in my helm. Her voice was soft, serene, and haunting and she came bearing a warning. She told me to leave, to turn and flee, and did so for what felt like ages but I paid her no mind for I could not leave my men.

 We were a mere stone’s throw away from the castle gate when the voice called once more, angrier than before. She said that I made a mistake, and she was correct as I found mere moments later. No sooner than halting my army did the gates open with enough force to shake my bones. I had to regain my poise before peering to what created such force. The once sturdy gates now hung loosely on their hinges and behind them stood five warriors, each armed with battle scared armors and rusted weapons. They looked of little challenge so I extended a warning to them, requesting they leave and in return they may live. None of them seemed phased, save the knight standing in the middle of the group. They placed their hand on the pommel of their sword and with the other gestured for our approach. I thought they were foolish, I had an army of my best soldiers and I its elite would not stand for such actions. I called to the archer at my side to strike for their head, and I would give them one more chance to surrender. It was then that I made my first, and last mistake.

 As the arrow flew, time felt as if it was unmoving. I heard her voice for the last time, mockingly telling me I was a fool. As time caught up I pondered on what she meant, but before long I realized just why she would mock me in such a way.

 The arrow was fired directly at the soldier in the middle and they were unwavering, until the arrow was about to strike. In a single motion they readied their sword and split the arrow down the center, and as the two sides of the arrow clashed against the ground the other four soldiers charged with enough ferocity to send, even I, into a fearful spiral. It was not long before I heard the screams and cries of my troops being slain without remorse, two, three, even four at a time tried and failed against merely one of them. My brothers, my students, all being brutalized in front of me. The chill no longer crawling up my side, instead a fire igniting in my belly as my eyes met the arrow splitter. The sounds of metal and meat being cleaved around me seemed to deafen as I made my approach, the other knights all either distracting or killing my troops. Closer now I could see the knights’ features, they were with no doubt female and her armor was scared from what looked like hundreds of battles, her longsword was chipped and rusting, and her gauntlets had jagged claws forged to the fingers. As I studied her she I noticed something that I’d rather I never see again. Her armor was embossed with a black butterfly, inlayed with opal. I readied my sword and called to her, asking if she was an apparition, if I was awake, but she steady walked toward me. I began to back step, at first to keep distance, but as she closed it turned to fear. As I backed I stumbled on a soldiers detached arm and landed on my rear, the knight still closing on me and her sword readied. My heart raced as I stammered backwards on my back, before I remembered something that I’d never though would catch up to me…

 Yvonne, I called and the knight ceased. It was as I feared, my men were dying because of my own deeds. I returned to my feet and sheathed my weapon, calling to her once again. I walked toward her asking her if it was true, if she really was the visage of my now dead lover, but she did not answer instead standing almost frozen still. When I reached her, she was unmoving, unbreathing, and very much alive. I stood by her, proclaiming my love and my regret but she remained still, and at this point I noticed my surroundings. The battle field was frozen as well, the once dangerous knights now stood as statues, blood soaked and almost beautiful. It was in this time that I realized what I had to do.

 I gripped the knights helmet. It was cold to the touch and removing it took great force, but once it came crashing to the ground I removed my own. I looked at my once noble partner, her face as soft and gorgeous as it was those many years ago, but no matter how beautiful she was I knew what I had to do. I removed one of my gauntlets and caressed her face before pressing my lips to hers. Without warning a bright flash took hold of my vision as I was forced to relive nearly 2 years of time all detailing our time together. From our first meet, to our first kiss. From our time in the army, to our time in the bedroom. I was nearly in tears reliving these events, but then suddenly the once beautiful moments grew corrupt. I saw the disagreements, the fighting, the cheating, and finally the betrayal. I saw the last fight we ever had, she and I fought for hours. She got angry and punched me in the face, I got so mad… I didn’t mean to… there was so much blood. After she hit me I pulled a dagger, I wasn’t thinking properly. When I came to my senses it was too late, blood was dripping from my knife, the walls, my face some even entering my mouth. I’ve never been able to get the taste out of my mouth. With the vision ending with me weeping into the floor where my once living lover was, just as quickly as the visions came they left and time began to move again. my men were still being slaughtered and my lover was still in front of me. I backed away from her, weeping and stumbling. Once more I stepped on an arm and was sent to the ground, but this time I did not grovel, I did not stammer, instead I accepted my fate. I felt her sword tap the bottom of my chin and I raised my eyes to see her standing above me.

 With tears in my eyes I apologized for what I did, I told her that I would take it all back and that death was the least worrying thing to me, but she pressed a finger to my mouth to silence me. She gripped me by the chest and lifted me to my feet, I was confused until she walked away from me. Every step was an angelic hum, each harmonizing into something I remembered. When she turned to face me each foot print now shown a bright light and played the tune to our war song. I shook my head in brief disbelief, I shouted to her that we would sing this song after we would fight so we could make up, asking what she meant. I begged her to explain but she stood, sword at the ready. The song was reaching its peak as rain began to fall, it was then that I knew what was happening. You and I were meant to be, we made sure of that at our wedding, and as the song goes… Till death do us part. With those words that meant so much to me said, I readied my sword, I remembered my vow I made to her. My vow was the only way we would be apart is if one of us died in combat, and it was clear she intended on making me keep that promise.

 We stood, staring at our once partner, she looked happy. It only now occurred to me that she has been somewhat alive this entire time, our vows holding her in this state all this time like some sick joke. I sighed, gripping my sword tightly and planting my feet for a charge before saying my last words to her… I love you Yvonne, but you and I have one thing in common, we’re both fighters. Though I felt like crying I couldn’t help but smile as I rushed my once wife, the idea that our vows now were the reason for all of this pain.

 As I rushed her she started her charge as well, the rain like arrows against my face. When we met, we met sword first sparks illuminating her face reminding me of her beauty. We clashed on every swing, I couldn’t break her defenses, and worse yet I was beginning to fatigue. With every strike she threw I could feel my self growing weaker, but her power seemed unwavering. I couldn’t hold much longer so with what I had left in me I gripped the blade of her sword and forced it away. It’s blade grinding against the palm of my gauntlet and crushing bones with it, the pain enough to shake me to my core. I felt her push against the sword to no avail, I held her blade to the ground with one hand and with the other I attempted to break her grasp. With all the strength left in my body I threw a punch to her hand to break her hold on the grip but I was halted with a strong pain in my stomach. I looked to see that a dagger was hanging from my torso, I looked up to see her face… she no longer smiled, instead she cried, and a tear landed on my cheek. I tried to speak but she placed a finger on my mouth, shaking her head and weeping softly, but I couldn’t help but smile. I told her that this was the first time I’d heard her in so many years, that it was beautiful. My smile faded slowly as I began to cough, blood forced from my gullet as she laid me softly on the ground. I pulled her toward me and told her that I was sorry, so sorry, and I hoped that I would see her in the heavens above. She nodded and in an angelic voice told me that she forgave me, and with a final kiss, she faded from sight. I looked around the scared lands, my men now laid dead or dying And as I laid there choking on blood and water, the only question I had was how much of the blood was mine, and how much was hers…”

 As the knights’ story came to an end, the angle at the gates nodded and the golden gateway opened. He spoke to the knight, “I am sorry for your demise, Ser Benjamin. I hope your passing was worth it for you.” And with this the knight walked toward the light, and into the heavens above.

     “I never thought I would get to go to heaven, but it’s not what it’s all cracked up to be… my wife didn’t make it up here, so I don’t think its worth it. i miss her very much, even though she cheated.”

Mint is now a 20% Cooler pony 

But you also angered the rainbow pone

Question from : @ask-speed-ball  <3

That rainbow dash drawing took me like 15 minutes x3 while the Mint drawing took like 6 hours, yes i am lazy xd

Daily draw #1

So my buddy told me that I should draw a ding ding for my first post, and I thought I would have one t-posing just to show dominance over all other ding dings. He even has a crown

So i’m starting another story because i hate myself and can’t finish a project

Introductions are in order.

126 years after the Great war, Stable 210 laid dormant. With the last of the Stables power being used to maintain the already depleted food storage and provide minimal functionality to the medical wing, the once illustrious safe haven gave way to a metal prison. As the last of the power died from the coils, the facility generators breathed their last breath before emergency power left all doors open and turned the lights from a soft white to a breathing red. As power was ripped from the medical wing, one pony that was in medically induced stasis was forced awake with gasping breathing as he was pulled to the ground by gravity. His coat and mane soaked in hydrogel, he laid eyes closed and coughing for some time before he attempted standing. As he slowly got onto his hooves his mind swirled with questions, where was he, how long was he out… where was everypony else.

Writing prompt 1

“Does it hurt? That’s good. Let me hear it. Let me hear you beg. C’mon- if it’s not bad enough to cry, I can make it worse.”

this is a small 1200 word short story based on this quote

I will be doing 1 every other day.

“Honey! I’m home!” I exclaimed, the door to my small suburban home closing behind me as I placed a small black bag on the table beside my chair.

 I have an okay life, nothing to complain about. A loving wife, a stable job, a roof above my head, what more could I want. My wife recently came down with a nasty cold, we’ve been to the hospital a few times but they just kept saying the same things. “there’s nothing we can do sir.”, “Your wife is too far gone.”, but they’re lying. She’s strong, she’s a fighter, they just don’t want to help her. I knew that I shouldn’t trust those doctors since the first time we went in, she wasn’t due for another few weeks. I trusted them to many times after that, they don’t know what they’re doing. But I lost one already, I refuse to lose another loved one.

 I walked through my home, a soft rustling hummed through my bedroom door, nearly inaudible to the untrained ear. A smile stretched across my face at that oh so familiar sound, music to my ears really. As I twisted the doorknob the rustling stopped, almost teasing me with the sudden silence. When I pushed the door open, all seemed well enough in the room. My wife laying peacefully in bed, the curtains drawn just enough for the light to fill the room with the faint orange glow of the sunset, and the bruised and beaten visage of my guest still cuffed to the bed frame. I shut the door softly and waltzed to the bed.

 “Oh Dearest, I’m home from gathering supplies.” I cooed, she didn’t move but I’m sure she heard me. Rather than outright saying it I decided to play along with my guests’ ridiculous game, though I certainly was not in the mood.

 “Oh shoot, I see our guest has already checked out. How unfortunate. Oh well, I will remove him from our home posthaste.”

 I uncuffed him from our bedside, small scratches indicated he was attempting escape, and bruising around his wrists suggest he’d been doing it for a while before giving up. I must admit, he’d played cadaver well, I almost couldn’t feel him twitch at my touch. While I dragged him out by his feet I could still feel his pulse, if there’s one thing no one can hide it’s that, his breathing was short too, almost unrecognizable. When I got him out of the room I gave delighted sigh, chuckling at the effort he had gone through to try and escape. He was going to try and over power me once I turned my back, his fists were already clenched in anticipation.

 “I do love your attempt Doctor Wilde, but you’re not the first to try and play dead.” I said turning to grab the bag from my chair as I heard a soft creak from the floor behind me. He was tensing up to stand, still dedicated to the act.

 “but I do hope you’re the last I need.” I said spinning quickly and planting my heel into the crook of his elbow. A shrill whine burst from his throat as a knife slipped from his fingers.

 “I must admit I wasn’t expecting the knife, but either way that arm is useless to me now, so good job.” I said, upset with the doctors’ ignorance, though both arms weren’t required it certainly made it easier.

 “I need you to understand Doctor, I just want my wife to be better.” I said digging my heel further into the soft of his arm. “So, if you can do that, you can go home.”

 He just laid there, trying to force my foot from his arm and screaming. If he wasn’t going to cooperate then I might as well just get a different Doctor. I just wanted him to help her, it’s his job to help her. Why did every Doctor I bring into my home do the same thing? I lifted my foot from his arm and the doctor was still screaming, how did this guy ever become a doctor if he can’t even help himself. Pathetic. I grabbed him by the mouth, a dripping sweat formed on his face as I silenced him.

 “Doctor Wilde, I brought you here to help my wife. If you can’t, please inform me and I will get someone who can.”

 As I removed my hand for him to answer, he threw a punch toward my head. I could do nothing but praise him for his valiant attempt, but when he’s the third one to try it the trick became rather dull. I dodged the punch and forced his arm to the ground across his body. I felt his shoulder strain like it wanted to break, but I wasn’t going to let him be useless. I leaned my knee into his arm, holding there as I placed a hand on his mouth again to stifle the screams. Once he stopped screaming, either out of exhaustion or numbness, I pulled myself to his ear, my knee and elbow digging into the squishy part of his side.

 “Does it hurt? That’s good. Let me hear it. Let me hear you beg. C’mon- if it’s not bad enough to cry, I can make it worse.” I whispered to him, his body shaking from what I could only assume as pain.

 “Doctor, I will give you one chance to answer… so make it count.” I said letting some of the pressure go from his limb. “Can you help my wife?” I asked pulling my hand away.

 He was wheezing and sweating heavily. His mouth moved like it wanted to make words, but no noise came for the first few tries. It was a few seconds before he mustered up the strength to talk.

 “Y-Your wife…” he said breathily, “She-She is already dead…”

 I knew he was a fool, just like every other Doctor, telling me she’s dead instead of helping her. I couldn’t take his nonsense anymore, I grabbed him by his lying throat and put all of my weight into my hands. No amount of flailing could keep me from choking this liar to death, just like the others. Once he stopped moving I stood up again, dragging him to the backyard where all of the others were buried. Once I pushed him into the cellar to wait for me to bury him I walked back inside to inform my wife.

 “Hey honey, He was just another hack. But I’m sure of this next one, he’ll help you tomorrow.” I said giving her a kiss on the forehead, she didn’t move but I’m sure she heard me.

 I walked to the bag beside my chair once I tucked her in for the night. I sat down and riffled through the bag, grabbing the picture of Doctor Wilde and writing on it in big red marker “hack”. There were a lot of Pictures like that, but I had plenty more trusted Doctors to spare. Just had to go get them, anything to make my beautiful wife better. I already lost my son, I couldn’t lose her as well.

 End