I'm very tired right now, so I decided to a bit of writing. Ugh, my brother is annoying. He complains about food all the time (Perfect chance for me to be little Mr. sunshine for my mum and dad) and he yells at them for the food. Really? He should be chanting to them because of all the shit they go through for him. Man, kids don't have respect these days. Now, I just suck it up. Well, review for le review!
Beef Franklin: First off, it was just his name, k. Cooper is supposed to be a barrel maker, but I'm writing. Soooooooo, yeah, it was just his name. And who says dragons or demons cannot be deep?
Biggmomma46: thank you for le review! Love is nice, I'm sure. I don't know what it feels like yet, except for family love. Someone has confessed feelings for me, though, but I don't swing that way (it was a dude) but we are still very good friends. I consider him more of a brother, though.
Echo Hart: i'll look up le band; thank you for le review.
FireBreath5150: It is a great song! Thank you for le review.
ShiningShadow1965: I really haven't tried poetry till the last chapter. Like, no poetry what so ever. Yay! Marriage! Congratulations! Good luck to you both (Especially if you have children) and being a child myself in the teenage years, I gotta say, I could give you some advice if you are thinking about having children. Also, if you decide you want any short story done by me, I'd be happy to do it. Think of it as a sort of wedding gift, ya know? It's small, but it's what I got! I shall also read Biggmomma46's story when it arrives. Thank you for le review!
Shwikybrosky: Pinkie: "How can you eat three scootaloo's?" thank you for le review. I did write the poetry. That was the first piece of poetry i've ever written. I have read Alexlonewolf's story about Alex being an element. It is nice to exploit! Just don't exploit the one known as Dawn Felix. That jackass. Thank you! I like long reviews!
Volt The Great: thank you. I did make the poetry. He probably will not. Oh, ya mahn! LJ
Now, if you don't wanna hear kid advice, from the kid, just skip it.
Now, you might be thinking, why take advice from a kid? Well, I am the source of the problem, right? I'm gonna be honest, I'm no trophy child. But, I'm a lot better than most thirteen year old kids. That is correct, I am indeed thirteen. And I fucking curse, a lot. But you might ask, what drove me to it? Well, that is where my brother and other bullies come in. they think they know our thoughts, but they don't know the least. They try to control lives.
Don't let it happen.
Teach your kids to stand up for what is right. Don't teach them to curse. It's a way to vent and all, but there are better ways. I found this out too late. But, I'm trying to cut down (My bro is not helping at all.) don't let them be on electronics all the time. It also controls them. It is an addiction. It will make them disobedient and they will argue about everything. They will over react. They will sorrow for the wrong reasons. They will loose feelings for those they should have them the most.
Limit them. let them get used to the world before they are in it's society of drugs to cons. Have them know what is right in a good friend and what is not.
Be strict. If you are tired of disobedient children, don't let them win. They can cry and pout, but they will not remember it. It may hurt to just take stuff from those you care for, but it's the right thing to do.
It is up to you to help stop the evil in our world. Do the little part, and send this message on. Only you can prevent the wildfire of a bad life. Oh, and pay attention to education. It is one of the most important steps.
A BIG CONGRATS TO BIGGMOMMA46 AND SHINingShadow1965 FOR GETTING MARRIED! You like how I make a big deal out of that?
Wow, this was a LONG Author Note. About. . . 739 words.
I ran out of the door at sugar cube corner. We need to get away. Now.
"Azazel, come on! We need to G. O. GO!" I yelled.
I ran with pinkies hoof in mine. Azazel started to run with us. "We gotta fly outta here, brosky,"
"Literally or metaphorically?" I asked.
"Both," he said. He grabbed pinkie and threw her on his back. We turned our heads back to see the guards chasing us. There was absolutely nopony walking around. I reared my head back forward to see the elements of harmony. They stood like a wall. Fluttershy stood in front of them all. She opened her mouth as we got closer.
"STOP!" she yelled. Pinkie, Azazel and I, even the guards, stopped in one place. I knew where this was going.
"No, I have to go, you need to let me go," I told them.
"Come inside with us. We want one thing from you before you go anywhere," she said. I sighed. I followed the inside Twilight's Library that I had only now noticed was where we stopped. The three of us went in along with the other elements. I wondered why the guards waited and did not take the chance to capture me. We sat in a circle.
"We want you to do one thing for us before you go. We may never see you again," Twilight explained. "We ask not for forgiveness, but we want you to eave something for us to remember you by," I thought for a moment. I got up and walked out the door. I told everypony it was ok, and I would be back. A guard escorted me back to my home. I went upstairs and grabbed one thing. I loved it dearly. I hadn't used it, though. I lost it's memory; it's time with me had ended. I also grabbed my knife. I had forgotten about It too. I snuck a couple of bags of money, too. I then walked back to Twilight's along with the guard. I entered the room without the guard. I held my case high. I set it in front of them.
"My Viola. Please, take care of it," I said. Twilight nodded. The rest did the same. "Thank you," I turned to walk out.
Everypony had started to cry. A guard came in.
"Your is up. You're coming with me," he grabbed my hoof. I did not hesitate. I walked out. They got Azazel too. We walked by each other. We slowly walked to the carriage that was to hold criminal ponies. Rarity called out to me. I looked back.
"One last time, sing to us," she pleaded. I nodded.
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
wake me up when September ends
like my father's come to pass
seven years has gone so fast
wake me up when September ends
here comes the rain again
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who we are
as my memory rests
but never forgets what I lost
wake me up when September ends
summer has come and passed
the innocent can never last
wake me up when September ends
ring out the bells again
like we did when spring began
wake me up when September ends
here comes the rain again
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who we are
as my memory rests
but never forgets what I lost
wake me up when September ends
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
wake me up when September ends
like my father's come to pass
twenty years has gone so fast
wake me up when September ends
wake me up when September ends
wake me up when September ends
After the song I got into the carriage. We were about to pull out when we heard grunts and wheezes. I opened the cart door to see him: Volt The Superpony. All the guards were on the floor. I got out as well as Azazel. My mouth dropped.
He turned his head to me. "Go, before they wake up!" he yelled. I nodded. Pinkie ran up to me.
"I'm still coming," she said. I nodded again.
"Go on ahead with Azazel. I need to talk to the elements," I said. She ran off with him. I turned behind me where Volt was supposed be. He was gone. I shrugged and turned back to the elements of harmony. They gave me quizzical looks.
"Why did you let her go with me?" I asked. Twilight stoop in front of the group.
"We know how she feels about you, Night," she said.
"I don't get it," I told her. She thought for a moment.
"Let's just say we think that love is more important than friendship," she answered.
"I still don't understand," I told her. A guard grunted. "But I will later. I need to go. Now. Do not worry, I will be back," I said. They nodded. I started to gallop towards Pinkie and Azazel.
. . .
Two unicorns ran up to the elements of harmony, panting.
"H-hey, have you, seen, A Night Waves?" the younger one asked.
"Yeah, why? Do y'all wanna take 'em in yerself?" Applejack asked.
They were confused. "Whatever do you mean?" the older one asked. The elements of harmony looked at each other. Twilight stood up in front of them all.
. . .
A Human by the name of Henry nailed a nail into a block of wood with his hammer. He had completed about three fourths of the building he was creating. It was, for him, a new home. Well, for him an his family. He had two boys and one girl, and a wife. The children varied in age. One boy was about six years old. The girl was ten years old. And the other boy was fourteen. His wife was about his age: 37.
Henry was almost done with building his new home. He guessed it would be done by tomorrow. He just needed to start putting in carpet and things like that. He was upstairs in his little girls room. He heard a knock at the door, and put down his tools. He got up and walked to see who was at the door. When he opened the door, he saw a man in a dress suit. He held a file folder. One more thing about Henry? He is a soldier, built to infiltrate.
"May I step in?" the man asked. Henry turned. He thought of his kids and wife still on the ship. He knew what the folder meant. Not the details, but he had a mission. The stood in the entryway. He held the folder out to Henry. "One last mission, Henry. I'll give you details if you step into the chopper," he pointed outside. There was nothing.
"What do I need to do?" he asked. He was always ready for when he was called to duty. The man smiled.
. . .
I sat in the circle of three around a camp fire. I wore a sad smile. It was about eleven at night. Azazel was about to fall asleep. Pinkie was reading some of my poetry I had made in the past hours, and I was making some more. Pinkie read aloud.
New Hope
A New hope has crawled to me
yet it's reason I still don't see
it really worries me
all that I feel
too much pain fills my heart
like groceries in a cart
and when I find the reason I got new hope
some things I'll need to learn to cope.
Hope comes with responsibility
to hold onto it without cruelty
what is hope I can have
to maybe help, when I grow mad
anger grows along with me
most do not wish to see
what happens when I unleash
there will not be peace
so hope I'll have to carry along
with little else to me it belongs
I deserve more, that is clear
but in which side, I may not hear
I guess hope I'll need to own
I think I have lately grown
into much maturity
where I know now hope is a rarity.
Yes, I did write all of the poetry in here. Some of it is indeed a stretch, though.