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Things Left Unsaid · FiM Minific ·
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F*** I ran out of time because I thought the deadline was an hou
'Twas the night before Hearth's Warming, when I at my pub
Heard the jingle bells jingle and the door hinges rub.
A stallion appeared, silhouette in the cold
With a mane tired copper and coat tarnished gold.

He entered the bar and trod straight for a stool,
And he wore a long face like an overworked mule.
He slouched when he got there, to get there he staggered,
I guess in summation I'd call him quite haggard.

But this did not bother me; I was elated,
For serving the needing my cutie mark slated.
I smiled at him briefly, let him know he'd be proffered
His need for a drink or what e'er I could offer.

"So what can I get you, my weary pub patron?
A malt or a scotch or Celestia's Phaeton
(That's the special today, and it glows like her hair
Though if you don't like pollen you won't like this fare)."

Instead of a drink though, he sighed, "Water Please"
Punctuated with sniffle and aborted sneeze.
Why, the fellow looked miserable, and sounded diseased;
I wouldn't have doubted frost nip in his knees.


"Sir, I run the bar here, and I run it tight,
And it's plainer than day you're not feeling all right.
So a drink is on me on this Warming Eve's night,
For what ever is wearing you down."

But the sad golden stallion replied, "Thank you kindly.
I'm glad that you think you won't even mind me.
But I'm just a monster, not a pony or horse
I'm merely a thing on a suicide course.

"I've wandered Equestria seeking redemption
But all I have found is that things get exemptions
From friendship and magic, instead all I find"
Is the harsh confirmation the world hates my kind."

We this got me angry, he thought he's a thing?
He felt unaccepted, he felt loneness sting?
Well that


See that mangy ol' mutt? His name is Bandit.
Cast out of his pack when they tried to expand it.
He said no to conquest and canine warfare
Now he sits at his booth and drinks dog of the hare.

That mare over there with the twitch in her limb,
was cast out of grade school because she was dim.
She almost OD'd on some Everfree flowers,
Now she stares at the bulletin board for ten hours.

And Goodluck Charley, he strangled three mares!
Served seventeen years, now he builds desks and chairs.
They're all welcome here for the fact they all share
Is that they were once monsters but not in my care.

For here they're just ponies, friends and fellows of mine.
Whatever their past, matters not they will find.
I that you to, will embrace a new tune
Let




I smiled rather coyly, "The ingredient you'll find
Is the thing that you needed to sooth your sore mind.
It isn't on tap and it cannot be grown,
But I hope this Hearth Warming it's something I've shown.


Basically he's a changeling at the cafe of broken hearts up in the crystal empire two months after the start of season 3 and the mare running the bar says that just like on unification day when the three tribes united despite their differences. everypony is welcome here. She fixes him a drink made with love and that is the special ingredient.
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