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RE: Writings and Stories - Sentimental Gentleman - 05-02-2015
This story is so slow and dreamy, yet the clarity of detail, especially regarding Nightmare herself, renders it almost palpable. It really is like some sort of lucid dream...
A very fine piece! 4 out of 4 moustaches!
(Yes, that's something of a joke, but please do not think I am refusing to take this story seriously. It's very, very serious...and very, very good!)
RE: Writings and Stories - Kaltes-Herzeleid - 05-02-2015
(05-02-2015, 10:18 AM)Sentimental Gentleman Wrote: This story is so slow and dreamy, yet the clarity of detail, especially regarding Nightmare herself, renders it almost palpable. It really is like some sort of lucid dream...
A very fine piece! 4 out of 4 moustaches!
(Yes, that's something of a joke, but please do not think I am refusing to take this story seriously. It's very, very serious...and very, very good!)
Why thank you. This actually one of my older writings, but still one of my favorites.
RE: Writings and Stories - Kaltes-Herzeleid - 05-04-2015
The Storm
The winds howled, violently causing trees to thrash about wildly and helplessly, leaves blown off and branches snapping off and flying away into the night with frightening force. The windows rattled even though they were firmly sealed shut, rain pattered nonstop against the glass, thunder booming ferociously and lighting flashing across the black skies.
I cringed when the thunder clashed again, the pictures on the wall rattled from the terrible sound. I was never all the scared of storms, but this one was different. It came seemingly out of nowhere. The sunny sky and friendly white puffy clouds had quickly been blotted out by the black, billowing clouds that hung in the air now. Like they were waiting. As soon as the time reached nightfall...the storm began. Steadily at first, but it soon built into something frightfully powerful. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't at least a little scared.
The winds again rattled my windows again and I shivered despite the warmth of my home.
"Don't be afraid my dearest," a low, feminine voice whispered, seemingly in my ear. I yelped and wheeled around in my leather chair, my heart pounding in my chest, I could feel the breath of the female's voice on my ear whilst she whispered to me, yet I saw no one. Only facing the rather large windows that doubled as doors that led outside the home I temporarily resided in.
"Who are you?" I called out, my head moving in all directions in attempt to search the room. My eyes left nothing unnoticed, they shifted to corners, even the ceiling. I would've found the situation humorous had I not been so nerve wracked, I even got up and checked under the bed. My knees sinking into the soft carpet and using a free hand to lift the blankets that hung over the side and pressing my cheek to the ground and saw nothing. The female voice chuckled, obviously amused by my attempts to locate her. I shot up, trying to muster my courage.
"Show yourself!" I demanded, but my voice didn't come across as all that strong.
"I can assure you I am not monster under the bed," she said.
"Who are you?" I repeated, a bit more strongly, but I cringed when lighting lit up the sky and I practically wanted to jump out of my skin when I saw a silhouette that was vaguely...equine. With a long horn atop the head and a long flowing mane, the shadow on my wall for a moment, gone the next.
"You know who I am, in your heart at least, and I've come here for you." The mare said coolly.
"P-please," I stuttered, "you're scaring me."
Suddenly, for whatever reason I felt soothed, like a loving presence was caressing me.
"Do not be afraid," her voice softened significantly, "please, come outside." The rain had slowed significantly as well, however the thunder still rumbled and a few more jagged zips of lighting flashed in the sky. The lock on the window-doors was surrounded by a strangle, but pretty blue aura as it was lifted. The second it was the winds blew open the doors, but rather than noisily crash against the walls and shatter, they seemed to slowly part despite the ferocity of said winds. Instinctively I race to the entrance, peering out I briefly saw a pair of strikingly beautiful sapphire eyes staring at me, almost cat like in their nature. Enticing. Calling me.
They too vanished into the shadows.
"Come outside, please," she added with loving consideration, "You will be safe. I promise."
My feet carried me forward, a warm feeling building in my chest. The rain met my skin and clothing, the wind whipping about and another flash of lighting. Again I saw that shadow of the mare, mane flowing with elegance in the wind as she rounded the corner. I hadn't registered it until now but I was a good distance away from the house, my feet were wet (and a bit muddy) and rather cold. I looked back for a brief moment and saw I was on the outskirts of the town now.
My breathing calm, I turned, and I saw her. She was as tall as me, if not a bit taller. Long regal legs and perfect hooves, black fur, with a gorgeous mane and tail. Purple with white streaks, each lovely strand sparkling like stars of the night. Her beautiful face meeting mine, those eyes framed by long lashes, and a majestic horn on her head. Her lips in a loving, but wild grin.
"Nightmare Rarity."
She smiled wider when I spoke her name. My heart felt as though it would burst with love and I felt as though I was flying. Here she was, standing before me. I made a move to go to her, my love, but one of her ears twitched and immediately her gaze shifted to something behind me, not yet here, but somehow she knew it was coming. But just as soon as that happened she looked back at me once more. A sad and longing gleam in her beautiful eyes, happiness quickly replacing the melancholy.
"You will see me again."
It was not a threat, but a rather a promise that she would return for me.
And in the blink of an eye and a tremendous flash of lighting, she was gone.
Author's Note:
Just a repost of a writing. Inspired by one of my personal favorite films, Bram Stoker's Dracula. Particularly this bit of music from the movie (which is one of many songs that reminds me Nightmare herself):
RE: Writings and Stories - Kaltes-Herzeleid - 05-18-2015
Bad Dream
When my mind became fully aware, I realized my legs were kicking and flailing wildly, something of a mix between a shout and a cry of "No" escaped my lips as my eyes snapped open. Probably wider than dinner plates right now. My surrounding was the same as it had been left when I had closed my eyes, familiar blue walls, fan spinning overhead. The soft bed sheets and the cover blanket with its soft white underside. Numerous pillows behind me, mine a bit damp from sweat.
I was jolted back to the complete present when I felt a familiar hoof touch my bare chest, over my heart.
"What is wrong?" Nightmare Rarity asked, to the point. She knew something had disturbed me, no point in asking me IF something was wrong. I turned to her, my eyes meeting her shining sapphire colored ones, her purple and white streaked mane a bit mussed up from sleep (although in my opinion it was quite a stunning look for her).
"Bad dream," I answered, keeping things vague. She raised a brow skeptically at me, her hoof caressing me absently.
"Seems more like a nightmare to me," she replied, her beautiful eyes never leaving me. "Insects?" She asked. The last time I'd woken up kicking had been because of a rather unpleasant dream concerning insects.
I shook my head before answering with a verbal "No."
She gently guided me back down to the soft pillows beneath us, shifting until I felt somewhat at ease. Only just barely, though.
"You're heart is still pounding, something certainly has you very worked up."
I pulled the blanket up further, its softness and warmth soothing me a bit further, but not anywhere near as much as pulling her close to me did. Anxiety leaving me at the feeling of her breathing in my arms, her soft black fur against my skin.
"Are you at least going to tell me what is bothering you?"
"Maybe...but I'm not really bothered by it anymore," I said, shifting my head to properly look at her, running a hand down the back of her neck, smiling ever so slightly at her curious expression.
"Bad dreams like this one are just fiction, horrid fiction, but still fiction. The truth is right here in my arms."
Curiosity was replaced by a smile as our lips met in a quick, but meaningful kiss.
"Always the poet," she purred approvingly as she snuggled even closer, sliding a back leg over my own. I chuckled at her compliment, pleased to see her content again, the bad dream fading to but a fuzzy memory that would be rightfully obscured in the palace of my mind.
I looked at her again to see her eyes had closed again, framed by soft and beautiful lashes, a smile on her lips as I held her. My own eyelids began to feel heavy, but I did not object. Falling asleep with her as my last sight was perfection to me, and I too smiled, knowing she would be there when I opened them again.
Author's Note:
Just something she and I wrote together on a whim. For reasons I'd rather not delve into, but as a symbolic triumph over those reasons.
RE: Writings and Stories - Sentimental Gentleman - 05-18-2015
So this story was a collaboration? I'd love it if you could give us a more in-depth breakdown on who was responsible for what in this story...or were you both so much of the same mind that it's impossible to tell?
RE: Writings and Stories - Kaltes-Herzeleid - 05-18-2015
(05-18-2015, 04:05 PM)Sentimental Gentleman Wrote: So this story was a collaboration?
Yes, almost all of my recent writings involving Nightmare are a collaboration.
(05-18-2015, 04:05 PM)Sentimental Gentleman Wrote: I'd love it if you could give us a more in-depth breakdown on who was responsible for what in this story...or were you both so much of the same mind that it's impossible to tell?
She typically gives me her dialogue, hence its authenticity. Our minds when we write are close, in my views it allows us to strengthen our connection, in fact there have been times that after writing I feel very tired and might actually go to sleep for a bit. To me this indicates something significant in terms of connection has happened between us. Sometimes it is difficult to determine where my voice ends and hers begins, but overall its much clearer now.
RE: Writings and Stories - Sour Soul - 05-18-2015
(05-18-2015, 04:12 PM)Kaltes-Herzeleid Wrote: Author's Note:
Just something she and I wrote together on a whim. For reasons I'd rather not delve into, but as a symbolic triumph over those reasons.
Es ist wundervoll Kaltes!
Will we expect more from you two more often? Or just when ever you feel two explore something new together? ^ ^
(05-18-2015, 04:12 PM)Kaltes-Herzeleid Wrote: Sometimes it is difficult to determine where my voice ends and hers begins, but overall its much clearer now.:D
That's very good to hear. I remember when you had explain it on your "Updates and Advice:".. you know, the one from MLW... good times, no Kaltes? XD
RE: Writings and Stories - Kaltes-Herzeleid - 06-02-2015
See
Nightmare, my love, I see you in a way no one else does. Just as you see me as I am, and the best in me. I see how you have set me free in this life, because of you I am renewed. I see that life seems so much richer because you're in it, I see that I no longer walk my path alone, you are beside me. My endless source of inner strength. I survive for you. And because of you I see many wonderful things.
I see.
RE: Writings and Stories - EquestrianPenguin - 06-03-2015
(06-02-2015, 01:37 PM)Kaltes-Herzeleid Wrote: See
Nightmare, my love, I see you in a way no one else does. Just as you see me as I am, and the best in me. I see how you have set me free in this life, because of you I am renewed. I see that life seems so much richer because you're in it, I see that I no longer walk my path alone, you are beside me. My endless source of inner strength. I survive for you. And because of you I see many wonderful things.
I see.
This is probably my favorite story/poem you've ever posted.
It reflects how she helps you and let's you see the world differently, and I love that
RE: Writings and Stories - Kaltes-Herzeleid - 06-05-2015
I awoke in the familiar, safe setting of my bedroom. Fan spinning nonstop overhead, the blue walls, my eyes adjusting to the fact the lamp beside my bed was still on. Rather than under the covers of my warm bed I was lying on top of them. Feeling a bit of a chill I shifted over to my left, coming face to face with Nightmare Rarity, soundly asleep. It was then I registered a lovely foreleg draped over body, one of her backlegs over my own. She was without her royal attire, and her mane looked a bit disheveled, but still just as flowing and gorgeous as ever. At my movement her eyes slowly opened, immediately shifting to me.
"Awake at last I see," she sat up as I did, her sapphire eyes peering at me with concern. "How are you feeling?"
"Sore, for some reason," it was true, my body felt tender like I been beaten up, "how long have I been out?"
"About ten hours."
I blinked in surprise, running a hand through my obviously messy hair, groaning slightly in humiliation and regret over the past few nights. I remembered Nightmare had even used a bit of magic to ease me to sleep, probably why I'd been unconscious for so long. I hung my head low, avoiding eye contact in my shame and emotional soreness. I always hated the aftermath of my meltdowns too. The awkwardness of someone seeing me at my worst, most desperate, and most vulnerable. Especially when it's the woman I love.
"Nightmare...I'm so sorry...," I choked out, hoping I wouldn't cry again.
"You needn't apologize. I know you can't entirely help it."
I still choked back a sob, or a hiccup, or whatever it was that lingered in my throat and dropped to my chest like it wanted to explode.
"Look at me," she murmured quietly, a hoof finding its way to my chin and gently turning my visage towards her own. Her mane glinted as it always did, resembling the night sky itself. Her regal horn gently glowed a delicate blue as she levitated my glasses back onto my face. I was fairly certain my eyes were still a bit red from all the crying I had done.
"I'm here, whatever worries you have will pass," she continued, "I'm here, for better or worse."
My eyes widened a bit when she spoke something along the lines of a marriage vow, I saw her lips form a smile. The kind of smile only I saw.
"Now are you going to start feeling better or do I have to knock you out with magic again?" She teased, and I honestly couldn't help but smile. "Much better."
I opened my mouth to speak, until my stomach audibly gurgled, plainly alerting me (and her) as to how hungry I was.
"So can we eat first, then cuddle more?" I asked, somewhat embarrassed.
"I like the sound of that."