[sprig]

I'm depressed so obviously i want to be more depressed
write me a sad poem/short story/something, make me cry. no word limit but please keep in mind i'm really busy and hate reading long blocks of text. make sure all writing is done by you.

Username: SpartanAmethyst
Name: AMRR A Hunter's Sorrow; "Ketya"
Gender: Mare
Coat Color: Cremello/Blue Roan/Chestnut Chimeric with Grease Spots Dominant White
Eye Color: Blind
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Breeding notes: 3/10 foals will be completely blind. 3/remaining 7 foals will be partially blind. All non-blind foals will have brown eyes no matter the color of the second parent's eyes.

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Ends on Monday

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Echo
There's a whisper in the hallway, soft and dreamy. Calling my into the dark, humming it's empty promises into my ear. I can't seem to resist, almost as though this is meant for me and me alone. Walking towards it I can feel the cold take a hold of my small and helpless body, and the temptation to give in makes its way into my mind. For the first time in so long it doesn't hurt anymore. The numbness takes control and sweeps me ever so softly along. I reach for the door, ready to give everything I am to the emptiness. But a familiar voice calls my name. The faintest echo from behind me, brings the most gentle warmth back into my heart. I close my eyes, trying so hard to focus on that echo of hope. The hissing whispers from behind the door beg me to drift away into the dark and finally peaceful abyss but the voice holds on, taking me into it's arms and cradling me in the gentle light. A warm and sweet smelling breeze wafts into my lungs and my eyes open slowly - you're asleep in a chair, holding gently onto my cold and lifeless hand. Seeing you so helpless and worn makes me ache to my soul, and suddenly I see that there is nothing I could ever want more than being your smile. The whisper in the hallway still calls to me in the back of my mind, but your echo beats ever stronger in my heart.

[Vinson]

Username: Vinson
Name: Fading Fast // Phoebe
Gender: mare
Writing:

When I was five
They told me sister had gone away
Far far away
On a trip
From which she would never return
I saw her lying in a pretty dress and thought
She must be asleep
And when they talked of heaven and God
I thought she had gone to visit the Angels
In that pretty dress of hers
But in a few years I learned
She had not gone to visit the Angels
But instead to become one

[Corviidae_]

Username: YuriPlisetsky_
Name: Faded Soul // Wanderlust // Sol
Gender: Mare
Writing:

WIP!

[rozwa]

Username: zaius
Name: Selza
Gender: mare
Writing:

[buckskin.]

Username: MiloThePitBull
Name: Pripovjedač||Douglas
(show name meaning: storyteller)
Gender: stallion
Writing:
For my Poppy Doug;
His eyes were dull, life had escaped in bounds when Parkinson's disease had finally taken over his frail body. Creased and wrinkled hands shook like violent earthquakes pulled from the deepest depths beyond the Earth's crust. Coffee stained shirts and faded beige pants thrown recklessly upon a compromised body gave a kind heart the ability to pound away tirelessly out of sight. Toothless gums withered with age gave the meaning of a grandfather's love to be something more then dedication and a perfect smile. His curled eyebrows hid away little light that was left in his once blue eyes. Shaky steps sent waves of worry cascading through already disappearing functions of the brain. Little was left in an etched mind but still the love of a grandfather commenced to warm newly formed hearts.

(please do not take this, I wrote this for my Pop earlier this year as part of an English writing task)

[fall out boy,]

augh, don't be sad! I'll enter a form in a lil' bit.

everything will get better soon, don't worry c:

[steve rogers.]

Username: epoch
Name: Vintage Is Best
Gender: Vinnie
Writing:

he was gone, it was my fault
i pushed him too far
every since that night in the bar
he cast me out and i broke in
like pricking your finger with a pin
and now he's gone, the wind sending glares
raising the freshly shaven hairs
and i do miss him, i do
but i couldnt even cry, boo hoo.
*my own personal poem please dont steal*

[heyheygirl101]

Username: heyheygirl101
Name: The Human Condition // Misery
Gender: Mare
Writing:
I saw a girl once, the happiest girl around, she smiled the brightest smile and shone through the darkest times.
But she also lied the biggest lie, for what we learned after she was already gone was,
she wasn't the happiest girl, she was the saddest.
She showed us the things she wanted us to see and kept the rest shrouded within her deepest self.
The problem with hiding it so deep is it starts to eat your soul away one piece at a time,
because you see the deepest part of you is where your soul burns brightest and a darkness like that,
well it'll consume that light.
That's what we didn't know,
we didn't know that she shined so bright, as a cry for help.
A last ditch effort from her soul, to alert those around her that she was slowly burning out.
We didn't know.
But that's the problem, nobody knows until the flame has been snuffed out
and the body is already cold.

[Ariana Black]

Username: Ariana Black
Name: Candle Amongst the Shadows /// Shadow
Gender: Mare
Writing:This is a story of a woman who by all accounts was truly a candle amongst shadows. Fifty-four years ago was a time when no one seemed to care what happened to young teens especially thirteen year old girls. Years later there would learn that mistake. Who would have expected a sweet blonde girl to have been smoking cigarettes? She first did it to impress a boy with a motorcycle. Her world spun and she threw up on his shoes. In her own words, "Wow isn't that a great first date?" She later learned the only interesting thing about him was his motorcycle. She kept on smoking though and would continue for thirty-six years ago when a small girl painted a hole on her throat and said they could be twins. Throughout the years before her niece was born she did many other drugs as many hippies back in the day had done. Her smoking didn't stop even when she was diagnosed with laryngeal cancer and had a laryngectomy. She continued smoking up until her favorite niece and only niece went out with her that evening after taking a sharpie to her throat. That was when the state she lived in and called on her to do a psa. With psa she set fire to the world and it was said to be the greatest psa in the world during that time. They never expected her to live so long but she did. During those happy years with her niece and family, the woman would go to different schools across her state and in some of the surrounding states while her psa went out across America and the world. However tobacco is the gift that keeps on giving and while her niece now was a legal adult at eighteen, terror shook the woman's family. She had throat cancer again except this time she would lose the fight. To the niece this woman meant everything to her. Her mother had always worked when she was young leaving her with her aunt and grandmother and when her mother was home they fought so badly everyone thought the two would never make up. To the niece her aunt was more of a mother than her own even though she swore she wasn't mother material. At one point during the battle of this new cancer they surrendered the woman to hospice which later would be found out was a mistake. They starved the woman not wanting to deal with her and give her the only thing she could eat which was boost. The woman's family would find her in tears in the nursing home begging them to feed her. one week in hospice her tongue swelled so badly they could hardly get a straw down her throat. They took her out of hospice and the nursing home she had been living in now were able to take care of her themselves but the damage was already done. At sixty-two years of age, the woman died in the hospital surrounded by her niece, her sister, and the man she had loved but never married. To this day her niece still mourns her passing and dreams of her often. Sometimes they are such vivid dreams that she wakes up calling for her hoping to hear her voice but no one is there and no one ever would be. The woman was Debi Austin, she would have been sixty-seven this past April. She was the candle in not only my life but in the life of so many others.

[SpartanAmethyst]

Username: SpartanAmethyst
Show Name: AMRR A Hunter's Sorrow; "Ketya"
Gender: Mare
Halter: Based off of left image.
Writing: This is not a story with a happy ending, nor is this a fictional reminder to be careful. How I wish it were not true. But no, this is a real life example of how quickly things can shift; how the mundane can turn into tragedy in the blink of an eye. How a raptor can be soaring on the highest winds, and be shot down with no warning to prepare for the fall. Listen well, young Guardian, because once, I thought myself invincible, too.


xxxIt was a cold night in the Last City when the sirens rang out; the few Guardians still at the Tower were torn from their slumber and wrenched from their meditations. Darkness turned to heated day as fires sprung up all across the once safe haven. It was the unthinkable: they were under attack. Coughing and sputtering, Amaya scrambled from the burning wreck of what was once her small room at the tower. She was burned, only minor ones, thankfully, but otherwise unharmed. The Guardians in the rooms above her though, well... They weren't so lucky. She braced herself against the hallway wall, head spinning slightly as she considered how closely she'd come to being killed in her sleep. Briefly she wondered if their Ghosts would be able to revive them, or...
xxx"Guardian! Are you alright?!"
xxxRight on cue, there was her Little Light. "*cough* Yeah, yeah I'm okay Vergil. Are you okay?"
xxxThe Ghost quickly materialized before her, zipping around her worriedly. "Of course I'm fine, but you're not! You're hurt!"
xxxLooking down, Amaya noticed what he was talking about. A slash in her side was bleeding heavily, the crimson liquid dripping slowly down her armor and to the ground. It wasn't a huge wound, not life threatening, but it was enough to be worried about. Quickly Vergil set to healing her, and she began to reload her scout rifle and prepare for the fight. In no time she was sprinting down the partially destroyed hallway, blue and gold cloak fluttering behind her as she struggled to don her helmet and pull up her hood. Things were bad, but before anything else she had to find-
xxx"Amaya!!"
xxx"Shawn!" His voice was muffled, she noticed, as she came up to his private little room in the Tower Barracks. She could feel heat on the other side, as well as the vibrations of him trying to kick down the door. It wasn't desperate, yet, but it soon would be. "Hold on, I'll kick from the other side! Three, two, one, kick!!" Both Guardians hit the door with their maximum forces combined, and the obstruction gave way under their influence. As the Titan stumbled out from his room, followed closely by his own Ghost, Amaya could see the fire was starting to spread very quickly throughout his belongings.
xxx"Are you alright? Come on, we have to move! I need to find Commander Zavala!" He said in quick succession, Amaya answering in the form of quick nods.
xxx"Right behind you Commander!" She said, falling into her headlong sprint again, right behind the Sunbreaker Titan. It was in these moments that Amaya felt as though she belonged; since the day she was revived in the Cosmodrome and thrown into this crazy war of Light and Darkness, she always felt cast out, abandoned, alone... Well, until she'd met Shawn. He'd quite literally rescued her when one of her hunts went awry, and she'd almost lost her Light to the Hive threat. Instead he'd charged in, guns blazing and destroyed the Knights that had pinned her, then the Wizard that was ripping her Light away. Ever since that day, he'd been her grounding anchor, even when she didn't want him to be. She felt like some stupid schoolgirl, slowly falling for that stupid smirk he gave every time they went on a mission together, the way they just seemed to naturally have each other's backs, how well he knew her that was both infuriating and enticing. Around him, she felt safe. Welcomed. Loved, even. He was her Pack.
xxx"Get down!" Shawn yelled suddenly, and they both hit the deck just in time for an explosion to rock the building. They could hear the metal and concrete groan eerily, detaching from its rightful place and plummeting to the City below.
xxx"I need to go find Cayde! See what he needs me to do!" Amaya yelled, raising her rifle as they made it out of the building and into the night air. The sight that met them, though, caused both Guardians to stop dead in their tracks. "Wait, what is-"
xxx"Cabal?" Shawn asked, his voice laced with confusion and anger. "Why would the Cabal be attacking us? Of all things, why them?"
xxx"We need to see our Vanguards," they both said in unison and, briefly choosing a rally point, took off in different directions.

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xxxIt felt like hours since she'd last seen him.
xxxThey'd separated to find their Vanguards, gotten in contact with them, received orders, met at the rally point, and happily joined the fight. Together, the two partners helped push back some of the Cabal, and defended the Tower with everything they'd had. But again, they'd separated. Amaya had stayed with Zavala to help hold ground on the Tower, while Shawn had gone on to try and rescue the Speaker, then eliminate the threat at it's source: The Red Legion Flagship. It was dangerous, almost suicidal; the Hunter had tried to convince Shawn to let her come with him. It was safer with two, right? They'd have each other's backs. But Zavala was soon to be overrun, and Shawn had assured her that he would be fine. And, of course, he said it with that stupid grin of his, and ran off into the Tower. Amaya worried about him, as she always did, but she knew the Titan could handle himself; after all, he was the Commander, right? Even though she tried to convince herself, still she fretted. A stone of uncertainty and uneasiness had settled in her stomach, and it wouldn't leave her alone. Still, she held hope just as strongly as she held her rifle, and pressed on with each new wave of enemies.

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xxxThings had begun to go downhill very, very quickly. There were too many Cabal, too many ships, too much damage; Guardians were dying faster than they could revive. Amaya found herself continually looking up at the Cabal ships, desperately hoping with each passing second that the flagship would turn to flame and crash, and all this would be over. She wasn't naïve enough to hope that this was all a dream; no, this definitely was not a dream. This wasn't even something she could call her worst nightmare. It was so, so much more than that.
xxx The screeching sound of another drop pod entering atmosphere drew her attention, and the Hunter dropped back into defense mode. She wasn't used to automatic rifles, but her scout rifle had been destroyed by a Legionary. She desperately fired into the oncoming hostiles, throwing a Voidfire grenade and trying to hurry her group of civilians into the last surviving transport hangar. They had to get out of here at all costs, even if she didn't.
xxxAs the hangar door slowly groaned shut, Amaya dropped the last Legionary with a well-aimed headshot, and barely had time to take a breath. The sound of a huge explosion split the sky and echoed off the Tower's walls, causing her ears to ring and head to throb. But when she looked up, she saw fire on the flagship. He'd done it! Of course he had, why was she so worried? This was Shawn she was talking about! She threw her fist in the air to celebrate, and ran closer to help him away from the crash zone.
xxxBut minutes passed and nothing happened; something was wrong. It had to be.
xxxA sudden burst of energy, extremely similar to an EMP, suddenly washed across the city. A searing pain filled Amaya's body, starting at her chest then radiating outwards to her fingertips and down to her toes. It was excruciating, and she found herself falling to her knees, screaming and clutching her chest. Looking up, she saw Vergil flickering and sparking, trying to stay airborn. His single blue eye showed the same kind of pain, tearing through his own tiny form. Amaya forced herself to reach out and grab him, holding him like one would hold a newborn baby. He was twitching, struggling to speak, to think, to just exist. "A-a..maya.. the L-Light... it's gone..."
xxxThose words made her blood run cold, even despite the pain. She didn't want to believe him. How could her light be gone? She looked up at the Traveler, and her breath hitched in her throat; there was a kind of dark harness around the Traveler. What had the Cabal done? "It's okay Vergil, we'll get it back," she winced as another wave of pain hit her body. "We'll get it back, and then we'll kick them out of our city. R-right, my Little L-Light?"
xxx"Yeah, I-I... I guess we... will..." Suddenly Vergil's form stilled; there was no trembling, no nervous flickering of his eye, not even the little motions of his rear half. It was just stillness, and then the blue of his eye drained into darkness.
xxxAmaya fought the urge to cry; where she had been angry before, now she was furious. What had they done?! Despite the intense pain, she stood, hunched over and still holding her dead partner. She trudged forward slowly, with as much determination as she had in her lithe form. She had no Ghost, no Light... She had to get out of the City. If she wanted to live to fight another day, Amaya had to evacuate the area, and fast. So, with all the strength left in her body, she began to walk. For hours she trudged along, avoiding Cabal transports and troops, sticking to the shadows like a Nightstalker should. She'd just nearly made it to the wall when something caught her attention; she'd seen various dead Guardians and civilians on her way out, but this was different, this one was... No, no no no no no no oh Traveler no please-
xxxShe limped quickly to the crumpled form of the Commander, lying on his side in the middle of a sewage drain. His left arm and back were twisted at weird angles, his eyes closed and mouth slightly opened. In his arm was his own dead Ghost, and his weapons were too far out of reach. Quickly she checked for a pulse, for him to be breathing, for any sign of life at all, but just like Vergil, there was only stillness.
xxxThere was nothing she could do to hold her emotions any longer.
xxxAmaya gently grabbed the Commander in her arms, gently placing the two Ghosts on his chest and simply sat there, tears rolling down her face. She sobbed hysterically, and found herself wishing, pleading that this all actually was a dream, and that she was just back to having horrible nightmares from her extended hours spend in the Dreadnaught fighting Taken. But she wouldn't wake up, nor got any indication that this was anything less than reality. So all she could do was sit and grieve.
xxxSuddenly the sound of a Cabal walking appeared behind her, but she made no motion to acknowledge it's existence nor the danger she was in. Amaya still just sat there and held the limp bodies of her only family, her best friends, and sobbed. She could hear it chuckle darkly and slowly lean closer to her ear, and it whispered, "Where is your Light now?"
xxxThen one single shot broke the silence of the night.

This was a dream I'd had after first starting Destiny 2, of mine and a friend's Titan that are pretty much partners in crime. Of course, their actual story won't go like this, but this was a nightmare I couldn't forget. It somewhat follows the first mission, Homecoming, so of course I have to put out there that Destiny belongs to Bungie. I didn't know if this would be allowed or not, but it's the saddest thing I've got XD