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SorainDashok guys/girls, this is my first story period. So any and all "constructive" criticism would be very helpful. On the other hand I hope you enjoy the story. This is going to be a long drawn out story but it gets a little more uhh... lovey? Next chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from MLP that's Hasbro's job.
It was a sunny day in Cloudsdale, and Soarin was preparing for the young flyers competition, to which he was a judge. He had heard of a up and coming pony from ponyville that he was interested in seeing. He didn't yet have her name or know what she looked like, but had heard of her dangerous feats of spectacles. After taking his mind off the mare he was hoping to see here, he noticed there was still a little while before the competition, so he thought about going out and taking a look at the old city that was his home town. He got of the cushion he was on and went looking for Spitfire his captain. When he finally found her he called her over. "Hey Spit can I go out for a littl
SorainDash Ch.2Chapter 2... yah/nah whatever. I got bored of sitting around my computer and pressing F5 for hours so I decided to make this up with all my free time.
It was the night of the gala and Soarin was getting nervous, he knew that the beautiful mare that he had never stopped thinking of since the best young flyers competition was surely going to come, but he had a nagging feeling that something might not go right tonight.
"Looking kinda nervous there fly boy" Spitfire surprised him with a smile "What's on that mind of yours."
"nothing" Soarin tried to slide by without her noticing. Can she really read me that well?
"I can tell something's up and you're not going to hide it so spill it" She said with almost a demanding voice. "Is this about the mare we met at the competition?"
"What how did you know" Then collecting himself. he replied again "Maybe what about it?" How could she have know what he was thinking, man I get to get better at this whole emotions thing.
"Well from the picture of her
SorainDash Ch.4SaorinDash 4
CHAPTER 4 mutha truckaaaa, so yeah, here yah go merry Birthmas. Also comment, review, and all that good stuff, it makes me smile when you do it, an d when I smile rainbows appear sporadically.
"Ughh, what happened, and why am I sleeping in a trashcan?", then the party started coming back to him, just bits and pieces at first.
Let's see, Partied my ass off, danced with Dash, yeah defiantly a great night, but man was that some really hard Cider.
A groan was heard next to him, looking to my right I saw a cyan, and rainbow colored mare next to me, trying to blink the sleep out of her eyes. "Why are we in a trashcan?" was all she could say
"I have no idea, but I'm getting out of it, here let me help you out." The moment I hit the ground I began to feel the effects of my hangover, my vision going black for a couple of seconds, and my knees going a little wobbly, but it passed as soon as it came.
"Here take my hoof", I reached out and grabbed her foreleg, and started to pull her
SorainDash Ch.3I wasn't expecting to be writing this again, I kinda gave up, but a couple of my friends told me to go on, and thanks to Rainbowderp98(Deviant art=http://rainbowderp98.deviantart.com/) for the idea of the problem although there might be some more, ....Drastic..., problems later this one is just a minor speed bump. But who wants to hear me ramble on *PLAY THE STORY* hey you shut the heck up!
*ALARM CLOCK SOUNDS*
"Shut up!" Oh wait that's an inanimate Rainbow dash brain a little slower than usual, checking the time she saw that it was 4:00 PM which was normal for mid-day nap.
Then she started to remember the gala, mainly the parts about Soarin, oh who was she kidding only the parts about Soarin. Knowing that she was suppose to meet him at 5 at the Canterlot Castle Gates, which was only an hour and a half fly.
Wait some math wasn't adding up,
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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