December 29
I didn't sleep very well, even though I was with Meghan and Aric, 'cause my mind was heavy and I think maybe it's better when the end is sudden instead of taking time. Jesus said that you know not the day nor the hour but I knew both and I think that that was worse. Maybe it was better to have time to say goodbyes but what good was that if I didn't enjoy my last few days on Earth? And if I made Aric and Meghan sad, too.
I was too hot and then when I pushed the covers off and moved a little bit away from Meghan I was too cold and I kept moving around and I just couldn't get comfortable at all and it wasn't fair that they were both sleeping and I wasn't, and I wanted to wake them up and tell them that there wasn't much time left but that would be mean, so instead I got up and I went to the front window and looked out over the parking lot.
Parking lots were kind of strange, 'cause it always seemed like there was a lot of space that wasn't really used in most of them, and then they were empty a lot, too. When I was out flying in the morning they'd just be big empty fields of pavement, but then there was the one behind Trowbridge that never seemed to have enough spaces for all the cars that lived there, and the ones at Western were usually pretty full, too. And they always had lights on, even though the cars had their own lights and could see when they were on the road, so why did they have to have lights shining on them when they were parked?
That was something that we didn't have in Equestria, and it was going to be a strange thing to miss but I was going to.
Most of them had fairly square edges and sometimes little islands with gravel and stunted trees to break up the flatness and sameness of them and maybe to trip cars that weren't paying attention before they wandered out into the road, but there were some that tried to curve around and look more interesting. It didn't work, though, 'cause they all had the same regular lines in them for cars to park, and if it was too curvy then there were sometimes areas where you weren't allowed to park.
I could see Winston out the window, and I was going to miss it, too. There probably wasn't anything in Equestria that had the same smells or sounds at it did.
Then I remembered how its antifreeze had tasted and wrinkled my muzzle.
I dropped back to my hooves and thought about getting back in bed and sleeping but I knew it wasn't going to work, so I went and started looking through my poetry books until I found an Emily Dickinson book and I took that back to the bed and stretched out with my side against Meghan. The Christmas tree's lights were almost like lamplight and it was just enough light to read by.
Maybe I should have picked a happier poet to make me think of the good times but sometimes you just need a cry and so I read Emily Dickinson and pretty soon my eyes were wet and all the words got blurry and I put my head down in my hooves and cried myself back to sleep.
And when I woke up in the morning, I felt better, even though I hadn't gotten too much sleep at all, and it was overcast and kinda gloomy and my cheek hurt from where I'd fallen asleep on the book. I was glad that I'd closed it, cause otherwise I might have had ink on my coat.
Aric and Meghan were still asleep, and I didn't want to wake them up right away, 'cause they both looked so happy and peaceful and content and that felt good 'cause I knew that they'd be happy with each other once I was gone.
I got back out of bed and put my poetry book away and then sat on the floor and watched the birds darting to the feeder and some of them were sloppy and dug in and tossed seeds everywhere (which gave the sparrows good forage on the balcony) and then there were ones that would just take a seed away and go back to the trees where they could eat it in peace, and sometimes the blue jays would come in and make everyone else fly away until they'd gotten their share and then they'd fly back off.
And there was also a sad dove calling to her mate, off in the trees, but she didn't come in for seeds. Maybe she didn't like sunflowers.
I was paying too much attention to the birds and didn't notice when Meghan got up until I heard her in the bathroom and then she came and sat next to me and she had a blanket draped over her shoulders and I put a wing across her legs to help keep her warm.
We didn't talk 'cause we both had our own thoughts and sometimes you can say more by not saying anything at all. And she rested her hand on my back and scratched me between my shoulders and the birds didn't pay us any attention at all.
I was thinking about my friends, and wondering how they were spending their last days. I was kind of worried about Gusty, 'cause I thought that she'd probably be completely heartbroken and maybe it was something that we should have talked about when we were in Florida but we were all having fun and maybe trying not to think too much about the future. I was sure that Aquamarine would be okay because I think that earth ponies are the strongest of all and it's a quiet kind of strength that just endures everything. And I couldn't even guess what Cayenne was thinking. Friendships are like trees and everypony can see what's above the ground but what really matters is what's underneath, and I thought that maybe Cayenne didn't have many roots at all.
I turned around and looked at Aric and I wondered if people knew when their bedmates left, even if they didn't wake up, and I thought he might be worried if he woke up alone, so me and Meghan went back to bed even though we weren't gonna sleep anymore. And we decided that we were gonna wake him up and I didn't think he'd mind too much, so I started running my wing down his side and Meghan said that on YouTube sometimes people woke their friends up with loud horns but that seemed really mean and she said that it was but it was funny, too and it wasn't as mean as mousetraps.
So I smacked her with my wing, 'cause it was mean either way, and then I nibbled on Aric's ear a little bit and licked his cheek and that woke him up and he rolled on his back and opened his eyes and I darted in and kissed him on the lips and then he moved like a cobra and got his arms around me and pulled me on top of him but I won 'cause he couldn't get me off so easily and pretty soon everything else had gone from my mind.
We didn't give Aric much of a chance to recover, before she took his hand and started to pull him out of bed so he couldn’t be lazy, and I pushed on his rump to get him moving and the three of us went into the bathroom to take a shower and then went back to the futon mattress to groom each other. Aric finally got in the spirit of it and used some of my new brushes that Meghan had bought so that he could groom me, too, and then he said that we were like a bunch of monkeys grooming each other and I said that monkeys must be pretty smart.
Meghan said that when they were angry they threw poop and I said that that would be a good way to make people go away and I thought that was pretty clever of them, too and she said that I was a silly pony.
I let Aric and Meghan groom each other's hair, 'cause that was good bonding for them and I didn't want to interrupt, and then I said that they should dress each other, too, and it turned out that even with his clever fingers Aric wasn't any better at fastening a bra than I was.
I could take them off, though, and Aric said he could, too, and so we had a fun competition to see who do could it fastest and Aric bragged that he could do it one-handed but that wasn't so impressive, 'cause I could do it no handed and he tried to unfasten it with his mouth but couldn't, and then Meghan said that she could put on a front-fastening bra and we could see if we were any better with that.
Well, I thought it would be easy but it wasn't at all and it took Aric both hands and he had to fumble around to figure it out and he said that he thought that it would be easier but the hook was way more complicated and she said that was so it didn't come open except when you wanted it to.
Then she said that they made ones with magnets, too, but she didn't have any that were like that.
Me and Meghan went to the kitchen and used up the rest of the omelet supplies to make omelets and if we hadn't left the food from Nina's at Aric's house we could have had that, too. I hoped that it wasn't going to be forgotten in the electric icebox until it went bad.
We ate our breakfast in the living room on the futon and I said that it was probably time to start sorting out my things so it would be done and I wouldn't have to worry about it tomorrow. And I thought that I was gonna have to ask Mister Salvatore to get me boxes, but then Aric said that he could get some if we didn't mind being alone for a little bit, 'cause he had some at his house and so me and Meghan said that we'd do the dishes while he was getting them.
So he went out to get his boxes and Meghan filled up the sink and she let me dry the dishes and then put them in the little rack so that they'd dry the rest of the way on their own and I thought that probably you could just leave them there and not dry them at all but it wouldn’t be as fun to do dishes alone and sometimes it was worth making a task a little bit longer than it would have been otherwise.
And when we were done, Aric wasn't back yet so we started to sort things out and Meghan helped which made it less unpleasant to do.
I had to keep all my poetry books and my Bible and my other class books and all my notebooks and that was really the bulk of it. Most of my flight gear would be useless in Equestria, and hopefully the next pegasus exchange student could make use of it—I knew that Mister Salvatore would make sure it was in good hooves. Meghan asked if there was another pegasus coming to Kalamazoo and I said that I didn't think so; he'd said that there weren't any pegasuses in his region and that they were thinking about Sparklesnap and that I didn't know who that was. And I wasn't sure if she was coming to Kalamazoo or if they were going to her.
And I told Meghan not to overwhelm the new pony when she arrived and she said that she wouldn't. But then I told her to make sure that she was safe and had friends and to look out for her and help her when she needed help and Meghan promised that she would. And I said that the same thing went for Aric and I'd tell him but if I forgot she should tell him, too, and then I thought that I ought to write her a letter, 'cause I'd been wishing that someone had done that for me.
So I sat down at my desk and it was kind of hard to think what to write, 'cause now some of the stuff that I'd worried about seemed silly in hindsight and I guess things have a way of working out in the end. But then I thought that maybe I should tell her to be herself and to chase her dreams and that there were some bad people that she had to watch out for but a lot more good people and I wanted to tell her about all my friends but you couldn't really have somepony else make the same friends that you had. But I said that she could trust the professors 'cause every one of them I'd met were nice, even if my climate science professor hadn't liked me all that much at first. And I said that she should try to give human poetry a chance and that Conrad was the most wonderful person.
And I told her that Peggy would watch out for her, and Meghan, too, and not to get overwhelmed by the big things but focus on the little things at first and the beach at South Haven was really nice and not too far, and there were lots of fun things to do in Kalamazoo and then I thought I should tell her that if she wanted to know about God, Pastor Liz would help her and that was who she should ask first.
I was still writing my letter when Aric arrived and so I told him what I was doing and he said that maybe I should tell her about how the weather really isn't controlled by humans and I thought that was a good idea, and she'd know that I knew about it 'cause I was a pegasus.
When I got done it was longer and maybe a bit more rambly than I'd meant for it to be but I was sure she'd be happy to get it, and I knew that I could trust Meghan to give it to her, so I folded it up neatly and I put it in an envelope for her, and I gave it to Meghan and I felt a lot better after I'd done that.
I gave Aric the Christmas tree and gave Meghan my new birdfeeder, 'cause maybe she didn't need it now but she might later, and if she didn't, she would find somebody who wanted it. And I was gonna leave all the dishes and electric kettle and waffle-maker for the next pony, and the furniture and computer, too.
And I was still kind of thinking about how I'd first seen my dorm room and maybe a year before, Action Shot had been looking at her computer and wondered what pony was going to get it next and I kind of wish she'd written me an inspirational letter.
We ordered pizza for lunch, and it was nice to not have to do anything and have lunch brought right to us.
Instead of eating lunch all at once, we had a slice of pizza when we felt like it and kept sorting. I wanted to keep my picture of the tree that changed seasons even though I'd never put it up in this apartment—if I couldn't find a place for it, I could hang it in the tavern where everypony could enjoy it, and of course I also had to keep the Hearth's Warming presents I'd bought for people.
It was strange and kind of melancholy how you could put everything that you owned into boxes and just move them from one place to the next but you couldn't move the things that really mattered as easily, but then I guess that maybe you could because they weren't in boxes but they were in your heart and they'd stay there forever.
It was snowing by the time I'd finished sorting everything out and we decided that it would be easiest to take everything that I was giving to Meghan and Aric over to his house now, so we started carrying it down and putting it in Winston, and then we each had one more slice of cold pizza and then drove over to his house and unpacked it.
Angela's Alero was gone and so were David and Angela which was too bad, 'cause I'd thought that it might be my chance to say goodbye to them.
And it was getting kind of late in the afternoon but it wasn't five yet and I didn't know what to do and so Aric said that sometimes when he didn't know what to do he just drove around and it was a perfect time, 'cause the weather was great and we could go on a little mini-road trip and then wind up at the Radisson and so I thought that was a good idea, and I said that maybe while we were doing that if we found a good spot we could stop and I could fly around a little bit 'cause it was fun to fly in the snow.
So we went out west of town and Aric drove by his secret place again and stopped on the road and I didn't want to go flying too far but I did get out and soar around in the snow for a little bit and when I landed again I had snow all over me and I shook most of it off but there was some that was stuck in my feathers and so Meghan used the snow brush for Winston to get most of it off and then rest would melt on its own.
And then we all got back in Winston and drove on for a little bit more until we found a big open field and there were little stumps of corn sticking up above the snow and it was really peaceful and quiet and we got back out and I flew around over the field and I kept low and just raced across from one side to the other.
The electricity wires ran kind of through the middle of it which were probably in the way of the farmer and I wondered why they hadn't been put at the very edge of the road like most of them were. Maybe the soil was bad there and the poles would fall over.
It was getting kinda late when I landed and so we went right to the Radisson and Meghan was combing out my mane on the way there and she got some tangles out of my tail, too, and I wasn't really sure why 'cause we could always brush them out tomorrow morning and it wasn't that big a deal. I flew and my tail got tangled and that was just the way that it was.
Going into the parking building was always a little bit strange 'cause of the way that the sounds echoed and we just looped around and around until we were at the top even though we'd gone by lots of open spaces but Aric liked for Winston to be able to see the sky and even though it was just a machine and couldn't really feel I thought that that was the proper place for it to be. And then we took the stairs down to the little walkway and Meghan made me stop and kind of looked me all over before she'd let me cross.
Even though we were almost late, I stopped in the middle just so I could look out the windows at the traffic going underneath me because it was almost like I was flying even though I had my hooves on the ground.
And I didn't know what to expect so I was getting a little bit nervous and I thought I'd seen Aric using his portable telephone while Meghan was inspecting me, but I wasn't really sure. Some people were very clever with them and could send a telephone telegram and you'd never know, and that was maybe something that I should have included in my letter to the next exchange pony.
When we got to the entrance to the hotel, Mister Salvatore was waiting for me and he said that I should follow him, so we all did and went down to the first floor and then along a hallway back to some big conference rooms and it was kind of like at the hotel in Shamrock and I could hear familiar voices up ahead and I stopped and looked up at Mister Salvatore and he gave me a little smile and a nod and I'd trotted almost all the way to the room before I turned back around and give him the biggest hug ever and he whispered that I was gonna wrinkle his suit but I didn't care and I don't think that he did either.
And so the two of us went into the room together and Meghan and Aric followed us in and the whole room was full of my friends. Conrad and his wife were there and so was Jeff and Caleb and Lindy and Trinity and Peggy and Sean and Christine and John and Chrissie and David and Angela (I bet that was why they weren't at their house) and Mel and Dori and Lisa and Becky and Mark and even the grumpy airplane director and I gave him a really big hug and he admitted that he was gonna miss hearing me on the radio in the morning even if I had made him do lots of extra work he wouldn't have had to otherwise. And I went around hugging and nuzzling everyone and there was food there for us to snack on and I got to give Trinity a little ride around the room and everyone thought that that was really funny.
And the whole evening was kind of a blur and it was almost too much for me 'cause there were so many of my friends that it was really hard to keep up with them all but that was what made it so amazing, and I just went from one to another and they were all having fun talking to each other, too, and after we'd been there a while Cyndi stopped in for a little bit and so I got to tell her about how I'd fought a tornado and even if it had won we'd learned a lot from that, and I told Conrad how I was gonna share human poetry with the ponies back in Chonamare and be his golden boat, and that I'd gotten Cedric and Leon to read poetry, too, and he smiled and said that he knew from the moment that he saw me that I had the heart of a philosopher and a poet and he reached into his shirt pocket and took out a piece of paper and told me that it was for later and that I would know when it was time to read it.
Chrissie had made friends with Dori and the grumpy man, 'cause she knew about airplanes, and John was talking to Sean about careers with computers, and Peggy and Christine and David and Angela and Aric were all sitting together talking, and then Stellan and Karla showed up too and I was really happy to see them and there was a high enough ceiling that we could play-fight a little bit after we'd moved away from everyone else.
I hadn't expected it but I also got another photo album that had all my friends in it and even pictures of us at Walt Disney World 'cause a lot of the rides had cameras that took pictures while you were on the ride, and Mister Salvatore said that he'd bought some to include in the album and right on the cover there was a picture of me with a clicky pen in my mouth writing in my journal and I looked so focused on it that it was kind of embarrassing but everybody said that it was the perfect picture and it must have been Aric or Meghan who took it 'cause it was in my apartment on Grove Street.
I'd also gotten a bunch of cards and letters from my friends who couldn't make it and I couldn't help myself and I started to cry when I was reading them all 'cause I hadn't ever imagined that so many people were that interested in me and liked me so much that they wanted to give me a card, and some of those had pictures in them, too, and so I had them all spread around a table and was looking at them all and John said that the one of me at the #freethenipple protest was the funniest and I wasn't supposed to show that to Caleb, Lindy, or Trinity, 'cause it was the whole picture and you could see Leah and Gina's boobs and my teats too and I guess that kids weren't supposed to see that.
Some of us stayed up pretty late, 'cause we were having so much fun talking and I made sure to give everyone one more hug and nuzzle before they left, and then some of my other friends had got rooms at the hotel, and so they didn't have to go as soon and after a while there was only me and Peggy and Aric and Meghan and Sean and Christine and my helpers left in the room and it was starting to feel kind of big with just us there and Peggy said that she had a room with her parents and Sean and Christine had a room too and so we went up to theirs and it was not all that high up which was too bad but there was still a good view from the windows, and so we sat around on the floor and talked late into the night, and there weren't enough beds for everyone but nobody minded. Peggy made us White Russians and I was smart and only had two and I curled up on a chair 'cause that way I wasn't taking up anybody else's sleeping space, and Peggy took the other chair to sleep in and that didn't look too comfortable at all but she said that she didn't mind and that way Christine and Sean got one bed and Aric and Meghan got the other.
And I was almost asleep when Peggy said that she'd be more comfortable if she could put her feet on my chair and besides everybody in this room knew that me and Aric and Meghan were sleeping together and Sean said that he hadn't known that so Christine punched him in the shoulder, and I got out of my chair and helped Peggy push the chairs together then got in bed with Meghan and Aric and snuggled up between them.
Emily Dickinson poems:
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain
Proud of my broken heart, since thou didst break it
Not with a club, the Heart is broken
I measure every Grief I meet
The saddest noise, the sweetest noise
Also, Sparklesnap:
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The feels! Made me wanna cry about this, Waaa!!!
When Mr Salvatore decides its time for paperwork, he means Twilight Paperwork.
At least that box of Wriglys will come in handy.
All line up to give Silver a 21 Gum salute.
I really hope Twilight makes a duplicate of Silvers journals and albums for each of the Royal Archives. So often are experts works carefully stored, then a thousand or so years later, all thats left is tax recipts and shopping lists of common people.
Langoliers are so close you can almost smell them.
So people don't slip and crack their head on the asphalt when they walk to their light-giving self-moving carriages.
Aww...
I come in piece! And in the name of Silver Glow the Great!
Be careful there, Meghan. AJ might come give you a visit...
"Don't let your dreams be dreams."
Farewell party, whoo!
And sads.
"Hey, no one told me! "
That very nicely put...
That was a futile attempt at keeping up a manly man facade. We all know he is a big softy under is though federal agent mask!
You know these weird time when you feel like crying and smilling at the same time. Because it's sad, but at the same time it's beautiful and nice?
I think this chapter made me feel like that.
Excu Me while I cry here. Also is this story on Equestria Daily, and if not can I ask why?
Now there's an idea. There's a local ice cream parlor whose parking lot is a bit of a problem for drivers. It and its parking lot are at a corner of an intersection. If someone parks in the very corner of the parking lot, it makes it impossible for drivers on the street to see oncoming traffic, especially if it's a large vehicle. I've had a few close calls because of that.
peace
Since when could anyone guess what Cayenne was thinking?
...Ah. Ouch. The new pony won't be getting much of a chance to find that out, considering what happened.
I suppose we can consider this a sort of curtain call! I haven been following this story since it was only a few chapters old and it feels like the end of a performance!
We'll Sing in the Sunshine by Gale Garnett
French fries can be reheated by microwave although after 2+ days they will not be much good. IDK about the eggs.
Well this was a really nice idea for their last day on earth. It's hard to believe that this story is ending... I started to read it just when I lost my job, and it ends just a couple of days after the owners of my apartment told me that they won't renew my contract (not for me tough, I at least always payed rent), and I, with not job or money, would have to look for a new place to live. In this, some of the hardest times of my life, this story served a really important place, giving something warm and good to read an feel every gray morning, I wanted to say this so I hope you, Admiral, really get the perspective of how much your writing can influence and help on the lifes of other people, cause personally it have give me a little piece of mental peace in a really stressful world. It's sad that this fic ends, (and personally when I more may needed), but I hope you can put that magic you used to write Silver Glow's Journal to continue writing other stuff that would help different people as this story helped me.
Also, in the totally opposite direction, I wanted to pointed out, to all the fans reading this story, that if this fic ends in a sad tone (with Silver Glow pretty much not being able to see Meghan or Aric on years or more) it's entirely for Admiral fault, since he's the one that invented this universe and invented all this resctitive rules that can't let our favourite polygamous couple be together, so let's all make an angry mob with pichforks and torches and go to admiral house and demand a happy ending; some ideas:
since the interchange progams have been going for a couple of years and both species know more about each other, after Silver comes back to Equestria, the Equestrian government decided to give limited visas to humans who can be backed up/reccomended by ponies. Since on Equestria love and friendship aren't just "frilly" stuff, but important powers that defetead the most terrible threat to their nation, the Princesses agree on the importance of not breaking (and rather, trying to "blossom") the friendship/romantic links that ponies and humans could have made on they stay on earth/equestria.
Decided to understand even more about ponies than what interchange studen programs can provide, the humans decide to build an actual human institute on equestria, for students and teachers dedicated to equestrian studies. Since besides having good grades, the program also favor students whith close contact with ponies, Meghan it's choosen to move to Equestria.
Okay, I'm too much tired, shouldn't have even writing this, but XD let's see which other ideas for happy endings we can come out with! hehehe
¿Has not Miss Silver Glow figured out that this god is a fictional character? Besides, according to her own book, Pastrix Liz should be silent in church.
Alright, you got me. I cried a little.
This is the first chapter I've read since she left school.......
I think I'm ready now, to say goodbye.
I look back on the word count and I am impressed. So many chapters of slice of life, so many musings on the mundane, and still it was enjoyable and a constant companion during my morning commute. Some felt a bit like filling, wit the many descriptions of her flights, and some days not much happened at all. But that is life, and it made sense and gave a wonderful perspective on who Silver Glow is as a pony and a little bit on what we can be as people. She never saw the whole picture, but neither do we, usually.
Thank you, Admiral.
Oh my god, if you end up just barely short of a 1,000,000 word count at the end of the story...
A rather melancholy chapter still Silver gets to look at all the people she's effected in her short time on earth. I do wonder is something similar is happening for all the other ponies, even Cayenne (she might be a little deeper than she seems, or maybe not).
It might seem like the end of the world to Silver but most people, and probably Ponies, are more resilient than they think, once she's been back in Equestria for a few days and reconnected with her friends there she'll be fine.
I expect this story will end upon Silver passing back through the portal although maybe a few chapters of her settling back with her family might be interesting, possibly as a separate sequel. Although there is something to be said for knowing when to end a story.
Semi-relevant video:
Even though Silver has the better part of a day and a half left, I thought it fitting to send her off with a bit of poetry from Lord Alfred Tennyson:
(I like the last lines of that poem best, but the quoted part fits this chapter better.)
Also, it's interesting to note that unlike the other chapters, this one has no title...
This chapter... yes, that was something that gave me smile and tears at the same time. Even Grumpy Man was there! :)
Poor Silver, this is the last time when she sees Conrad.
I don't know what to write, I'm speechless. I... will start reading this fic once more.
You gave a new perspective to human culture, even if it's only USA. I think that in my country Silver wouldn't have such a easy life, because here people are generally not friendly and we have someone worse than Trump for more then few years now. :/
About other ponies: I think Gusty will come back to Equestria, of course, but she will be the first to relocate to Earth for good as soon as possible. Next train seems not fast enough. ;)
Aquamarine I think will be ok. Maybe sad as Silver, but ok.
Cayenne (yay, first time I wrote her name corretly in first try!) may be missing clubs, parties, disco. And I think that she has more friends then rest of our ponies. Maybe not a stable relationship as Silver Glow, but just more friends. :)
Silver, please, write some letter from Equestria to us later. ;)
PS: I think I want and don't want at the same time to read how Silver is gonna react to Conrad death. I think she will be very, very sad, maybe give him a symbolic funeral in pegasus style?
PSS: It's very nice to see that first chapters of this journal had only around 1k-1,5k words, and later on the norm was 3,5k-4k+ words, and there was even as big as 6k words.
Was that intentional, or "just happened"? :)
And what do you think about your first chapters now? Would you change something? :)
I was expecting a video montage of SG's antics.
Bird feeder raiding, horseback riding, playing in the snow...etc.
Stupid being all tearful-inducing, story! Also
Mel is there twice! And I don't see Deanna the horseback Lady, or Liz. They should be there! (And the dog, who can get confused again why Silver isn't in the barn and try to herd her to the horse trailer outside, oh pleeeease!)
That was a happy party and I am glad she got it. Mister Salvatore is best human.
the end
that way
These are not tears- it's liquid pride! Silver Glow is a very loved pony.
It occurred to me just now--y'know how Kkat's Fallout Equestria became the starting point for a lot of meta-fanfic? Yeah, I can kinda-sorta imagine that happening to Silver Glow's Journal. <It's ALIVE!)
Lots and lots of liquid pride...
DON'T JUGE ME!!!
Oh, man. It's good Silver got to see all her friends at least one last time. The feels, the joy, the sadness of knowing it's coming to an end.
It's entirely possible he really didn't know.
This would have been only two weeks before he died.
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<hugs>
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The saddest kind.
That would be a good addition to the Royal Libraries, wouldn't it?
Shooting stars only past this point.
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I remember when most parking lots weren't lighted. Or maybe it was just that I lived in a really small town.
Correction made, thank you!
AJ is best silly pony.
That could be the motto for emigrating to Equestria.
<hugs> Parting is such sweet sorrow.
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Poor Cayenne--she's got all her partners, but she's really got nothing.
He is.
I do know that feel.
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<hugs>
It's not. I'm not sure it would qualify, to be honest. True story--nothing I've written has gotten to EqD. That's partially my fault, and partially because I think some of them hate me.
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I'm surprised that they don't have clear vision areas marked off, to be honest. Most places do.
Correction made; thank you!
Probably sometimes even Cayenne doesn't know what she's thinking.
Unfortunately, no, she won't.
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In a way, I guess it is.
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<hugs>
I'm glad that the story helped you through--I was in tough times when I first started reading ponyfic, and it helped. Sometimes cheerful stories, and sometimes sad stories. And we're not the only ones . . . I think that that's one of the great things that fiction can do, perhaps better than movies, even--give us a view into another world, another character, and maybe another way of thinking. I think that we all wind up better for it, too.
[this is why I don't let anyone know where I live]
I could certainly see 'true love' being a reason for a visa into Equestria being approved, especially if Princess Cadance looks over the applications. Here on Earth we tend to be a little more cynical.
I could see that happening, maybe not right away, but over time. Sometimes stuff doesn't move as fast as people seem to want it to, but it takes time to build a good foundation so you've got a good program on top of it, and then after that you can change the world.
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Jesus isn't, and that's who she quoted.
She's not Corinthian, so regardless of how you interpret Paul's words to the Corinthians, those rules need not apply to her.
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<hugs>
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Saying goodbye is so hard.
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You're quite welcome!
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Cayenne's the least resilient of the four ponies.
Yeah, she hates having to leave, and leave all her friends behind, and all the things that she knows on Earth, but she's tough, and she'll keep on writing her friends, and keep them up-to-date.
Your guess wasn't very far off.
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Ah, that's a good one there.
There are no words that are suitable for a title.
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Deep down, you know that he liked her.
I think that maybe someone like Silver Glow could warm their hearts, at least a little bit.
I think you're probably right. Maybe, like Meghan, she's already started the appropriate paperwork.
Cayenne does, but they're casual friends. She never had any really deep friendships on Earth, I don't think.
Perhaps she will.
I felt the exact same way.
That just happened, as Silver Glow grew.
There's a few continuity errors I'd like to fix, but mostly I think it turned out all right. That was back before I really 'knew' Silver Glow.
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Ooh, that would have been good. They should have done that.
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<hugs>
One of the Mels was supposed to be Mark, the guy who helped her get her pilot's license.
And I somehow managed to forget about Pastor Liz.
He is.
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I had a lot of liquid pride writing these last few chapters.
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That's not an impossible thing. There have already been two sort-of spinoffs that I know of, although neither of them has Silver Glow.
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Believe me, you weren't the only one. <hugs>
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That's the worst, isn't it?
He probably did, and is just being sarcastic.
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I know.
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No direct evidence exists for the existence of Jesus. Besides, even if he existed, he is probably like Lebowsky:
Lebowsky exists, but the events in the movie are totally fictitious.
So now, women in Corinth should sit down and shut up in church.
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No direct evidence exists for the existence of Socrates, either.
Yes, although it's worth pointing out that the Corinth of Paul's time was destroyed by an earthquake in 1858.
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We have people writing about Socrates in his lifetime, so yes we have direct documentation. We have no contemporary writings from the lifetime of Jesus about Jesus (the earliest writings about Jesus is circa 50 A D, with typical writings being from circa 100 AD, and some being from as late as circa 200 AD.
Yes, although it's worth pointing out that the Corinth of Paul's time was destroyed by an earthquake in 1858.God had to destroy the city because a woman spoke in church.
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Although the earliest writers could have had access to Roman records, and very likely could have spoken to people who knew Jesus when He was alive.
I could tell you about my grandfather, who I remember quite well; would my account not be accurate because I'm not telling you about him during his lifetime?
If it took Him until 1858 to do it, He was really slacking. He didn't hold off that long on Sodom and Gomorrah.
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I do not have to take your word because I could check the Social Security Administration.
I do not claim that Jesus did not exist (he may or may not have), but, if he would have done the miracles his followers claim he did, he definitely would have been worth a footnote in contemporary records. I see him like Lebowsky:
Lebowski is a real man with an interesting personality. The Big Lebowski places a character with the personality of Lebowsky in a fantastical totally fictitious plot.
We may have Jesus, a former carpenter who wandered around the countryside with 12 followers. Then we have the New Testament, which is like the movie the Big Lebowski.
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I'd assume that He was mentioned in contemporary records; unfortunately, as far as I know all of those have been lost, and the ones that survive are from later. The thing is, there wasn't all that much record-keeping back then, and it was often pretty sloppy. We may yet uncover a contemporary account of Jesus in some archaeological dig.
The miracles, yeah, that's faith. But all evidence strongly suggests that He did exist, and was crucified.
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But-! Err... What! Ah... You... Aren't you the author?!
(I love you so much, Biscuit.)
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Well, yes, but I just write down what Silver Glow tells me to.
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Doubt it, it's more because for all EQD does well with most fan made stuff, it just plain fucking SUCKS at dealing with fanfics. Take a note how many stories they feature that aren't either A. From very well established fic authors. or B. Have the Dark/Sad/Tragedy tags in some combo. It is at once very much cliquish in who gets in, and for those not already in the club, the one deciding who gets in seem like the head up their ass, pretentious 'True art' types who think they are still in high school English classes where that shit matters.
Seems like every few months our managers end up getting into fights with the people who run the shopping complex where our store is over the parking lot lights not being on in the early morning when our receiving crew shows up to start unloading the truck,
Amazing how many people just totally miss that whole 'no man will know the day or the hour' thing and believe people making shit up about when.
Sad, melancholy pony reflecting on things. Cute, but sad.
Silver, the lights are so people can see getting TO their car.
And gotta get some last Silverisms, trip cars that aren't paying attention...
Be glad they make sure antifreeze tastes bad.
Yeah, sometimes you just need to get the tears out. But still..... sad pony.... noooooooooooooooooo....
Eh, they get along, but I don't see much holding those two together aside from Mistress.
And more proof why Meghan and Silver are the best being able to just sit there in silence and still be there for each other perfectly fine.
Caring pony friends worried about other friends, but Gusty is likely handling this the best, she's the one with the highest chance of just turning right back around.
And strong Earth Pony is strong. And cries on the inside.
Cayenne? Sex, sex, booze, sex, fuck, sex, science, sex, booze, fuck. Something like that.
Ohhh and more poetic pony being poetic about friendship.
Yeah, loud noise wakes up are funny, so long as they are happening to someone else.
Silver.... "pulled me on top of him but I won cause he couldn't get me off' phrasing.... phrasing....
Even at the end, train that slave to better care for his overlords needs.
Heh, smart monkeys, bonding over grooming.
No Silver, throwing poop is never a good idea...... and yet, there are people who have not moved passed that phase...
Admit it Silver, these two are just your personal Real Dolls, for you to enjoy dressing up and playing with.
"Look ma, no hands!"
The leftovers will just sit there till they go bad, as is normal.
Yeah, better to have fun doing a task then be bored but go faster.
Book pony gathering quite the library.
And her flight gear becomes a legacy item of great power and worth. The gear of the first licensed Earth Pegasus!
Yes Meghan, no rushing over and hugging the new pone moment she steps out of the car. But yes, watch out for her and help her out. This also, says a bit about the last pone, given how few people Silver has met that talked about her at all.
YAY! Write new pone welcome letter!
Yeah, let her know somethings she doesn't need to worry about, and that things will be fine. And she's got a Pony Posse to back her up if she needs help.
Suddenly Liz becomes the go to source for pony questions about god.
And give new pony the important things, like a waffle maker.
Ponies share things, so share pretty art and put it up in the tavern.
And then into philosopony being poetic some more
Yes, too bad they aren't home for you to say goodbye... wherever could they have gone....
Make pony all pretty, and be glad pony isn't suspicious pony to suspect there was a reason.
Just, d'awwwwwww pony realize what's going on and is so cute about it!
Just, such a perfect way to bring things to a close. It makes sense to happen both in verse, and narrative wise. Serves as a great final ending before the final bits that wrap everything up, and is just so damn sweet.
See, pony wins over even grumpy people with enough time.
Stupid tornado, not letting pony won the fight.
Yeah, yeah she really is a poet at her core.
Heh, even get a few last sparing matches in.
Yay more pony pictures! Pony on Disney ride picture, double YAY!
Who brought the onion ninjas to the party?
Heh, yes no let kids see a boob, it might scar them for life. Now, go watch a steroid abusing dude blow people into meaty, bloody chunks.
All must have a last nuzzle, do not worry, soon the Cuddlequest shall come and you shall be able to earn more nuzzles by pleasing your pony overlords.
Yes, let pony be comfy, no need to fake who you sleep with. Now go enjoy a bit more cuddle time! Peggy still best roommate.
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Yes.
Also, worth noting, I’ve gotten Playing in the Park and Sunbeam featured since writing this comment. In part because Pascoite helped with Playing in the Park.
I’d like to think that I at least qualify as ‘well established.’ In the top 100 on Fimfiction based on follower count, in the top dozen based on story count. :derpytonge2: Plus, my shirts are comfy and easy to wear.
Yes, and yes. Although I will say that since they pride themselves on at least trying to showcase the best of the best, there is a certain amount of head up the ass that’s required.
The place I work now, it’s a public parking lot, and the village keeps the lights on all night, so long as they remember to program them correctly and don’t knock too many over with snowplows (only one this year).
I know, right? Like, whenever somebody gives a time and date, there’s literally a Bible verse that says he’s wrong.
Endings are always sad. Silver Glow knows this.
Pony nightvision . . . #ponyperks
I’ve towed cars that have gotten tripped on parking lot islands. Most of the time it’s pretty mundane, but one time I towed a midsized GM car that I have no idea how he managed to get going fast enough in the space available to do the amount of damage he did to his car. It was impressive, and the trail of broken parts and important fluids gave me a good idea how far the car had slid before coming to its final resting place.
I wish they didn’t, from a professional point of view. From an ecological point of view, yeah, it’s smart that they do.
At least cuddles generally make sad pony happy pony. Or at least not-sad pony, which is a step in the right direction.
There really isn’t. I honestly see their relationship slipping away once Silver’s gone, and neither of them being particularly upset about it.
It took me too many years to really understand, but that’s the best kind of relationship.
Yes . . . and you’re right about Gusty, and not only because she’s the one with the highest chance of just going back through the portal, she’s also the one that understands the most gigs that last for the run and then end. That’s what theatre is all about.
Silver’s right about that, too. Aside from outliers (like Gusty), they understand the swing of the seasons, the time to make friends and the time to say goodbye.
Yeah, pretty much. She’s not a very deep pony, honestly.
She’s not wrong, either.
Or there’s been a sufficient passage of time. Now that it’s been a couple of decades, I appreciate the troop leaders waking us up for a polar bear swim with a canned-air horn. At the time, it wasn’t so funny. (or for that matter, basically convincing us to piss on the fire to put it out . . . while we were downwind of it. . . .)
Who’s to say she’s not wrong? Even after all this time, he might not know the right spots, unlike Meghan. . . .
He needs constant instruction. And let’s be honest, he’ll probably still screw it up.
It’s really not a bad idea, socially.
While I can’t say I’ve ever worked with anybody who’s thrown it, I have worked with a guy who occasionally used it to fill in little holes in his wall. And another guy who might just take a dump in the middle of his bedroom and then cover it over with his clothes and go back to bed.
Well, it’s not like she’s going to be able to play dress-up with stallions (or mares) back in Equestria. She might as well enjoy it while she can.
The advantages of living a life with a highly-skilled mouth.
And then Aric will eat them anyway, because he’s a guy and a college student and really doesn’t care. Also, FWIW, a pizza can keep for up to three days on the back dash of an Oldsmobile and not kill the person who eats it. Speaking from experience, of course. Also, also, a raw, somewhat thawed frozen pizza can be eaten while stoned with no major ill effects.
After working more factory jobs than I care to remember, I agree completely.
And depending on what Chonamare is like, she might now have one of the larger privately-owned collections.
Honestly, that’s one of those things that could be held for a few years and then sold for all the money, if one were so inclined. Or put in the Smithsonian, which would actually also be a good place for it . . . and a slightly embarrassing reminder to her if she ever comes back and sees it.
Yeah, she’s got to wait at least ten minutes.
You raise a good point, and the only thing I can say to that is different circles--different majors. It’s also possible that the last pony was less outgoing, and also not as visible as Silver Glow. But . . . maybe the entire art department knows all about her, while it’s the math and science and poetry departments where Silver Glow left her mark.
Honestly, to a new pony transfer student, the Pony Posse might be the most comforting thing. Herds don’t work if it’s a herd of one, so knowing that there’s a bunch of people already predisposed to be her friends would help her relax.
And no doubt worries about if she’s doing the right thing or not.
Silver should have also given directions to all Taco Bells in Kalamazoo.
Agreed. What’s the point of art if other ponies (or people) can’t share it and enjoy it?
She can’t help herself . . . it’s just her nature.
Honestly, as long as she’s not being put into a dress, she wouldn’t be overly suspicious. She just doesn’t think that way.
She’s not always the quickest to catch on, but when she does, she’s properly appreciative.
Thank you!
Stepping aside from the story, while it did feel a bit forced in concept, it also felt like the kind of thing that they would do, and it’s not far off of human traditions, such as graduation parties, etc.
He can be grumpy when it’s just her voice on the radio, but he can’t resist the allure of the Silver Glow.
The solution is clearly more pegasuses.
She really is. I don’t know if she fully realizes it, but she can’t deny it.
Have I ever mentioned the words ‘warrior poet?’ Because she’s that, too.
Most of the time those are a gimmick to spend money, but not always. Mr. Salvatore knows which is which.
I know, right?
Realtalk, the last couple of chapters were really hard to write, and I’m sure you can guess why. Manly tears were shed.
Related, I’ve heard the one of the biggest complaints that people had about Kick Ass was how much Hit Girl swore. Not how many people she murdered.
It’s one of those secrets that isn’t a secret from any of her friends, nor should it be. And they don’t care, because they’re true friends.
... alright fuck you. I saw it coming when Meghan was fussing and should have seen Aric was stalling a little with the truck ride.
I still made squeaky noise and my eyes leaked. Goddamnit I'm going to miss this little fluff.
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Pascoite admitted a certain vicious pleasure in denying stories to EQD and iirc when he was a story approver here as well.
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You can’t have Silver leave without a goodbye party, that’s just a fact.
Recently, he said he was gonna deny my next submission to EqD . . . can’t blame him for doing it. Sure enough, I got a rejection PM the next morning, saying among other things “ I'm not quite sure what to make of it.”
To be fair, the story in question was The McRib is Back, so I do understand where he’s coming from.
I really ought to submit this, just for giggles.
... you made my faceducts leak.
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Mr Salvatore did such a good job keeping track of all the people that should be invited to this. I'm sure he has to keep tabs on who's in contact with his pony, but batting 1.000 on who should be at a party like this takes dedication and thoughtfulness. Such a gooey hidden center on that man.
I feel like he must have had a lot of times this year where somewhere in the back of his head, he stepped back and remembered, "Oh yeah... I do have the best job."