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10/26/11(Wed)21:17 No.30921946Aight, updated story. Made changes. Feedback would be nice.
The sun crept through the cracks between the boards on window in the old loft, stretching it's long fingers over a single mattress lying on the floor. Normally at this time, a certain fiery pony would shield her eyes, throw off the sheets, and stomp down the stairs of the loft, ready for another day of work. However, today was different. She let the sun sting her eyes. She let the rays that normally would have ignited the fire in her heart for another day, douse them instead. Shifting around her sheets to find a cold spot, the distressed mare started to recall the events of the last night. She had never felt so hopeless, so...out of control.
“It's awfully quiet out...” AppleJack said to nopony in particular. It was true. The only sound that cut through the winter night's silence was the rhythmic thwacks of ax against wood. She was supervising the farmhands that were clearing the some of the dead trees out of the orchard. “This winter frost is really gettin' the better of us.” she thought, clutching her jacket closer to herself. They hadn't gotten nearly enough work done to prepare for Winter Wrap-Up. The trees had been taking up space as a decoration to the entrance into Ponyville, but had only proven to be an eyesore after dying. They had been meaning to cut them down earlier, but they never actually found a time to set aside for it. Suddenly, a loud “Timber!” shook her from her thoughts. Soon, the tell-tale sound of buckling bark and wood splitting followed. She watched the tree fall safely into a clearing, but couldn’t help as to worry that what they were doing wasn’t safe. As she looked back towards the stump, she saw Corks had been the cutter. Grinning his huge smile like usual, he approached her. She knew what was coming next, and couldn’t help as to smile. |
