Hey guys, I'm sorry it's so short and stuff... I've been having a bit of block on this story cause I got a idea for another one and stuff... I hope you guys like it. And no it's not about Pinkie or Twi. You're imagination will help you decide on who it is. Review please!
Darkness, liquid black pouring into her eyes. Draining of all color, and yet full of it. Bright pinpoints of light struck her vision, like the opposite of dark spots on your vision. A loving touch, almost like a mother's. She longed for it, for something to care for her. To hold her. But in this world of nothing there is no love. There's is only nothing, and only nothing comes from nothing you see. Full eyes of hope diminished to nothing. Love, gone, and even the thing stronger than fear, hope is gone with it. Only fear and black remains. Fear of the unknown, and of the things we do know in the dark. She thought of the things her mother used to say about the dark. Like, "Children aren't afraid of the dark, but what might be in the dark", and "We fear what we cannot see my love". She knew these things were true, but she still was afraid when her mother kissed her goodnight, and turned off the light. Because she knew that there might not be something in the room, but there was something in her head. And you can't tell your child there's nothing under the bed, closet, and in your head. Because in this case, there is someone there. And it's not welcome...