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But you never do.

And so I wait, wrapped in my

cocoon of pain and loneliness.

I know I've done a terrible

thing to you. Something you'll

never forgive me for.

I wish I could change

that, but I can't.

I feel so pathetic and ugly

laying here, waiting for you...

Every day I stare up at the cracks

in the ceiling and all I can think

about is how unfair it all is...

The doctor came today.

He told me I could go

home for a short stay.

It's not that I'm getting better.

It's just that this may be

my last chance...

I think you know what I mean...

Even so, I'm glad to be coming

home. I've missed you terribly.

But I'm afraid Appy.

I'm afraid you don't really

want me to come home.

Whenever you come see me,

I can tell how hard it is on you...

I don't know if you

hate me or pity me...

Or maybe I just disgust you....

I'm sorry about that.

When I first learned that

I was going to die, I just

didn't want to accept it.

I was so angry all the time and I

struck out at everyone.

Especially you, Appy.

That's why I understand

if you do hate me.

But I want you to

know this, Appy.

Even though our life together had

to end like this, I still wouldn't

trade it for the world. We had

some wonderful years together.

Well this letter has gone on

too long so I'll say goodbye.

I told the nurse to give

this to you after I'm gone.

That means that as you read this,

I'm already dead.

I can't tell you to remember me,

but I can't bear for you to

forget me.

These last few years since I

became ill...I'm so sorry for

what I did to you, did to us...

You've given me so much and

I haven't bee able to return

a single thing.

That's why I want you to live

for yourself now.

Do what's best for you, Appy.

Appy...

You made me happy.

Pen-Pen has restless dreams.

I hate my toaster so much, and it hates me. I don't use it often enough to justify buying a new one, so here I am, hating my toaster. Actually, hate is a strong word. Maybe disappointed. I'm disappointed in my toaster.

Appy, will you volunteer as my toaster? Just once in a while. Also you remind me of this:

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From the CRPR thread,

Timid had approached the cake, looking to add a slice to his plate of delicious food. He was busy concentrating on keeping his plate aloft, it being enfolded in a golden glow, as he reached for the cake server to get a piece of cake. He was foiled in his endeavor by a dark unicorn who ate the whole cake right before his eyes! Timid's eyes grew wide and began to well up with tears as he was denied a sweet dessert that would have been sufficient for an entire party! The mare had smiled shyly, with frosting all over her mouth as she clapped her hooves together and apologized for her actions. "I-I-I-it's fine. There will always be more cake.", he replied with a tone laced with disappointment and sadness.

Then the unicorn who had eaten the cake began to bounce around, looking in every direction like something bad was gonna happen. Timid was perplexed, "What an odd unicorn...", he thought to himself. The unicorn started peppering him with questions and telling him to be careful! That sent Timid over the edge as he began to cry, and lost control of his plate as his concentration faltered and it struck him in the head! "Ouch! Why are you bugging me with questions! I'm just a unicorn foal, trying to take a break from being chased all over Canterlot by bullies looking for a quick bit shakedown! (WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!)".

His vision clouded by tears, he didn't see the Princess come over as he tried to retreat from the event. She was carrying something and he couldn't tell what it was. He responded to her question, tears just flooding from his eyes, "No, it is not all right! (sob) This (sniff), unicorn here ate the whole cake right when I was about to cut a piece for myself! Then I am peppered with questions about my identity, both my name and what I am. Even what I am doing! This broke my concentration, causing my plate of food that I was levitating to go out of control and hit me in the head!". He felt miserable, his face covered in various dishes, and his cerulean mane that he took great care in keeping it neat and well groomed was in disarray. He just wished the floor would swallow him up, he felt so embarrassed as his little foal heart couldn't take it anymore and broke.

Sweet then approached and greeted him, he knew her from that day he had ordered cookie omelets for the first time from Pinkie Pie. He managed to at least acknowledge her greeting, too distracted and emotionally compromised to respond properly as she asked him if he was enjoying the party. He shook his head no and just looked at the floor.

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Fantastical!

My diabolical plan to claim your milks for myself by firing wads of saliva into it has come to fruition! :'I

*tail drapes over Angie's eyes*

*wrings paws EXTRA evilly*

Now... I just need a rusty soldering iron...

And for Peggly to go to sleep :I

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