Story 1
Mint Writer
A/N Hey guys! It has come! You guys gave me 5 reviews and 10 follows altogether. Now, you can send me your oc and I will make up a story about them. Now, time for Mint!
My name is Mint Writer. My coat is cyan blue, my mane and tail are mint with one stripe of pink, and my eyes are red and I have glasses. Now, I'm going to tell you how I got my cutie mark.
It was my birthday. I was of course happy, being a filly and all, but what made it especially happy was that I was turning five! For me, turning five means halfway to turning ten. Besides that, it would be normal. I woke up and jumped out of bed down stairs. I carefully walked down the stairs and went to the kitchen. There was my Grandpa, Story Writer, and my Mom, Non-fiction Writer. My mom has a cyan blue coat and a pink mane and tail and a cutie mark with a book and pencil while my grandpa had a cyan mane, red mane and tail, and a cutie mark of a notebook with a pencil. My mother said "Good morning, Minty Pie. Hope you slept well. According to my research, sixty percent of ponies can't sleep." I looked at my mom, who was making pancakes and orange juice. My filly voice which sounded mature and yet it comes from a filly said "Good, Momma!" "Well, there's the pretty, mint-and-pink-maned youngster! How's it going in the magical realm of your imagination?" My grandpa always joked about how ponies think grandpas sound all the time. "Good, Grandpapa!" I said. "I dreamed that I was opening a big present for my birthday, mom!" I finally noticed that my father wasn't here. "Your father had to catch some "big news", so he went out early. He'll see you at dinner." said my Grandpa. I frowned. Out of every day of the week, he had to miss my special day breakfast. "Don't be so sad, Mint. He'll still come." I sighed but then was soon busy eating my special breakfast.
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Later, my mom sat on her desk and asked me to come and see her. "Yes, Mom? What do you want me here for?" My mom stared at a photo album. "Well, you have reached the time where you will get your Writer's Inspiration. You see, it's been passed down through generation through generation of the Writer's family. You see, this picture is when Grandpa turned five." I stared at the picture. The picture was of a filly Grandpa with a pencil in his shirt pocket with his cutie mark. He looks like as though he is writing so fast with underneath saying "Story Writer's New Cutie Mark!" "As you see, he got his cutie mark from writing a story which got published. And your father, he got his cutie mark from writing a newspaper article about the dangerous overpopulation crisis. I was unique in the fact that I wasn't a part of the Writer family but I still got my inspiration. Hopefully, you will get your inspiration." I got confused. I didn't really like writing. In fact, at school, it was my least favorite subject. "I don't even like writing, mommy! How will I get my inspiration if I don't like it?" She looked at me with a warm smile and said "Well, your not the first. You see, I didn't like writing either but then, on my fifth birthday, WHAM! I had a need for writing every day." It still didn't make sense but I decided it was time to move on. I went on my way to school.
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That day was truly the best day at school in my life. I first was sung to by the rest of the class and then, after a bit of writing, I was happy to find out no writing homework was today! I ran out and joined my friend, Handy Dandy. He decided to play with me on the swings. The young little pegasus jumped off the swings and flew up high and wrote the words "Happy Birthday Mint Writer!" Many of my classmates said happy birthday after that. Then, we were called inside and we did all of the usual things like reading and math. Then, I ran all the way home.
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I opened up the door to see it was dark inside. I was a bit scared of the dark so I had to cry "Hello?" No answer came. I went into the living room and... "SURPRISE!" My Mom and Dad and Grandpa came out. I hugged my Dad for I don't always see him at this time. "DADDY!" I cried as I hugged him. Meet my dad, Newspaper Writer. He has a red coat and a mint mane and tail. His cutie mark is a newspaper with a pencil on top of it. We embraced our hug until he said, "Alright! Let's do cake, my little Minty Pie." I went over to the cake and I saw a small blue box with a mint bow and a cake with a number five candle that was lit. I quickly sat where the cake was and they sang, "Happy Birthday to You! Happy Birthday to You! Happy Birthday Dear Mint Writer! Happy Birthday to YOU!" I laughed and then I made a wish and blew out the candles. "What did you wish for, Minty?" My mother asked. "I'm not supposed to tell you or else it won't come true!" We all laughed and then we all enjoyed a piece of my cake. Afterwards, my father said, "Here's your present, Mint! Happy Birthday!" I read aloud who it was from which is my entire family. I was so happy that afterwards I opened it so fast!...and was disappointed just as fast. Inside was a yellow, number-2, pencil with a pink top eraser and the words "Mint's Pencil." I brought it out and smiled just to show appreciation. I then said "Why did you guys get me this?" "For your Inspiration, my dear." said my father. "Every Writer needs a pencil. According to what I came up with is that you need your own pencil every DAY." I was disappointed, and my family could see it. My Dad said, "It should have happened right NOW!" and then my mom defended me by saying "Well, she needs to wait. We all do." Then my parents got into a big argument. "I think you better go upstairs!" said Grandpa through the loudness. I put the pencil on my ear which strangely felt comfortable, and went upstairs.
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I threw a tantrum in my room. Why did my parents buy me just a pencil. I quickly thought that maybe I should just try writing with it. I brought out some paper and started thinking. What should I write about. Then, I thought about how my older brother, Reader Writer, who is dead, showed me how to fly a kite. I thought how he told me to run and get it in the air and then never loose grip of the string. I always though how I wanted to fly with the kite. That was when it happened. It happened slowly but it still happened. I started getting ideas. I wrote and wrote and wrote until an entire story about how a filly went flying through the air was formed. I finally finished and gave it the title, "How to fly with a kite." Just then, my father came in. He sat down next to me as I put my pencil on my ear. "Minty, I just wanted to apologize about my attitude. I thought that you would be a writer of your own but it just pulled me away from what was important. You don't have to have the pencil. You can just give it to me." I then hugged him and said, "Do you want to look at my story?" I gave him the pages. He didn't look at it though. He was looking at me in awe. "What is it, Daddy?" I asked. "You have your Cutie Mark!" He smiled. I looked at my flank to see my cutie mark: two pencils crossed over each other. He hugged me and then called down to my mother who came up with my grandpa and celebrated. They asked me to read my story to them. I then read and afterwards, they sent it to the publishers. To my surprise, I actually cared about my pencil. Whenever some pony touched it, they would regret it. My family said to me that night, "Happy Birthday, Mint. Your Cutie Mark story shall be remembered." My wish came true that day. I wished to fit in with my family.
Alright! Now, you can send in an oc and I will make up a story after a while. Remember to give me important info. It wouldn't work if you didn't give me that info. Anyway, since I may not get to say this or I may, have a good Halloween if you celebrate it.