Writings and Stories

[Kaltes-Herzeleid]

We sat in the comfortable environment of the living room, in familiar and safe silence. Me with my thoughts, staring off into nothingness and Nightmare with her book. My chin rested heavily on my fist, my knuckles digging into my skin, the nagging thought of needing to shave floated through my mind, the sound of a page turning reached my ears. I suddenly had the urge to look at her again, my head slowly turning towards her, my eyes taking her in.

A hoof softly turned the page of the book, her mane hung down like a beautiful veil, a content look on her face as her eyes read over the pages.

She must've felt my eyes on her, because she glanced over at me with a curious look.



"Is something wrong?" She asked.


"No...just happy you're here."

[Sentimental Gentleman]

One needs nothing more than a beautiful moment like this to have a work of art. What a well-rendered scene, Kaltes-Herzeleid; not a wasted word I could see. No, not even in the additional thousand you included, given the exchange rate pictures are going for these days.

[Kaltes-Herzeleid]

The Carnival


I sighed in disappointment as I looked at the small prize in my hand. "It's not good enough, not for her."

"Everything alright?" Nightmare Rarity spoke, jolting me out of my thoughts and causing me to hurriedly but with some care, hide the little prize in my pocket. She seemed a bit out of place at a carnival of all places, with bright lights and a variety of rides, happy people and ponies...not to mention candy and other unhealthy foods. Ironically enough she'd been the one to insist we go, every couple had to experience the joy of a carnival at least once.

"Yeah, I'm fine Nightmare," I replied putting on a happy face, disappointment lingered in my gut however, "what do you want to do next?"

"Hmm," she looked around, she was without any royal attire as she insisted on keeping it casual, but she was still stunning as ever. Her mane flowed as she looked around to determine what would be our next stop. "Roller coaster?" She teasingly raised a brow.

"Ha ha, no."

"Ferris wheel?"

I looked over at the big metal wheel, currently unoccupied, the carnival grounds steadily emptying out as the sky darkened bit by bit. Which I was fine with...noisy children were never pleasant.

"Sounds good to me," I smiled and we made our approach. Passing a few vendors and the entrance to the house of mirrors. My hand felt the lump in the pocket of which I'd hidden the prize before I remembered the last of the cash I brought was in the other one. The operator of said ferris wheel smiled politely at the two us as I handed him the money, gesturing for us to take the next available passenger car.

It was small, so we were close together as the bar locked into place to keep us from falling out (not that that would even happen to begin with) and the big metal wheel began it's so turning.

"Never been on one of these before," I said, watching as the ground seemed to get farther and farther away. Overlooking the carnival grounds themselves and gradually the town surrounding it. Buildings lit up as the night life began once again.

"Neither have I."

"I guess every couple should ride a ferris wheel together at some point huh?" I asked, the sky had only a shade of orange in it, stars faintly visible as we ascended higher and higher.

"I would think so, my dear," she looked over at me with a beautiful smile, her eyes shining into mine. It would be only seconds before we reached the very top. Mustering my courage and I fumbled around in my pockets.

"Nightmare, uh...I wanted to try to win you something bigger I'm sorry, but," I finally managed to get the little prize out of my pocket, "here."

Carefully she took it into her hooves, holding it as though it were the frailest yet most precious thing in the world. It was a tiny sea turtle plush, barely the size of my hand. It was a well made plush, soft and green, a finely detailed little shell, four flippers and a small tail. An innocent face with a smile sewn onto it.

"I really tried to win something bigger for you-," before I get could another word out she kissed me. Her lips locking onto mine quickly causing me to embrace the moment, my arms wrapping around her shoulders, fingers caressing her soft, sparkling mane.

We pulled away slowly, her eyes half lidded lovingly.

"I adore it," she said.

The sun had set, and the ferris wheel was slowly ascending down. Satisfaction soaring in my chest that I had made her so happy.

[Sentimental Gentleman]

My word...

Such a tenderly drawn scene. So moving. So touching.

It makes me sigh, in the dreamiest way possible. You should be quite proud of "The Carnival." It's wonderful!

[Kaltes-Herzeleid]

Swimming in The Stars


She lifts him and carries him away to the night sky above. Together and free, into the sky they rise. Soaring away and to the stars beyond. The stars are like an ocean for which they swim freely forever, unburdened and unafraid.


They see such beauty and wonder, unique to them alone. The stars welcome them, free to swim among them for eternity.


With her he is free. Free with her in the stars.

[Sour Soul]

Nice title for this one. ^ ^

Did you did this one on your own for Nightmare, or did she help you? :D

[Kaltes-Herzeleid]

Nice title for this one. ^ ^

Did you did this one on your own for Nightmare, or did she help you?

On my own, for her.

[Sour Soul]

On my own, for her.

:3

Well I love it. ^ ^ Sound like Nightmare was doing all this, as you were asleep. X)

Will you do more later on? :D What am I saying, of course you will. X3 It's what you do best in sharing your love with Nightmare. ^ ^

[Kaltes-Herzeleid]

Twenty One

I entered the living room of our personal living quarters quietly, shutting the door behind me, sighing in satisfaction. It had been a wonderful day thus far, and I had a suspicion it was only going to get even better. The room was darkened romantically, the deep red carpet appearing even redder than usual, twenty one candles were placed in several individual locations, the little flames illuminating the room in a subtle yet vibrant manner. I heard a low, but feminine voice clear her throat teasingly to get my attention, my gaze immediately traveled to her. Nightmare Rarity sat on the soft couch, smiling invitingly. On the table was a bottle of something I didn't recognize along with two glasses, and with a single flickering candle.


"I was right. It just got even better." I smiled in thought as I made my way to her, my heart almost felt like it was a doing a back flip when I saw her attire. She wore a soft looking black dress, which like that of her mane and tail, sparkled and shimmered as though it had every star in the night sky within its beautiful fabric. She wore polished silver shoes, her necklace was one I'd never seen before. Different, curling patterns perfectly carved into it, and a single blood red ruby in its center. Her tiara remained the same though. Her sharp teeth were visible as she smiled, resting comfortably on the couch, she patted the cushion next to me indicating she very much wanted me to sit down.


I sat down, my stare never leaving her, quickly getting accustomed to the soft couch of which we frequently sat in.


"Happy birthday, my dear," her voice broke the heavy romantic silence.


"You look amazing...," I trailed off, unsure of what to say as I looked her over. Starting with her shoes and moving up her long regal legs.


"You look rather dashing yourself, as always," she teased. Knowing that her complimenting my appearance had a special effect on me. Her horn glowed sapphire blue, the bottle and the glasses levitating up to us, the cork tugged out of the bottle gently and set upon the table. A clear, and surprisingly sweet smelling liquid poured into each glass carefully.


"Wine?"


"Yes. Lunar wine, to be exact," she handed me the glasses, the candlelight glinting off of it. "I wanted your first drink to be with me," Nightmare continued with a smile.


"The moon has wine?" I looked at the liquid contents, still. Just waiting for the first sip.


"The moon has many secrets," she winked, "this bottle was aged one hundred and fifty years."


"Hey now, you're not trying to get me drunk right?" I asked with a suppressed chuckle.


"Michael, I can assure you my intentions are strictly honorable."


We both laughed without a care in the world before gently clinking our glasses together and simultaneously taking a sip. The wine itself tasted sweet, certainly unlike anything on Earth, the sweetness was followed up by a burn; though not a painful or unpleasant one. I exhaled deeply and looked at her, the sweet taste still on my tongue, the oddly gentle burning lingering as well.


"Happy twenty first, my dear," Nightmare Rarity spoke quietly, yet happily. We leaned in towards one another, our lips locking in a sweet burning kiss. The delicious taste in our mouths seemed to fuel our passion, my hand stroking the soft sparkling fabric of her dress and moving up her neck and to her cheek as she pulled me ever so closer.


We finally pulled away after what seemed like an eternity, her tongue slowly trailing across her lips to further savor the taste, smiling at me. I smiled back at her, raising my glass.


"Many happy returns."

[Kaltes-Herzeleid]

Saying Goodbye


The man stood at the grave, a lone figure with the fiery colors of sunset overhead. Red and orange and yellow, fallen leaves stirred and swelling upward with a gust of autumn wind. He wore no coat but he felt no chill, his mind was too preoccupied with what was in his mind. He didn't bring flowers, to him it all seemed to cliche and hollow. His hands were deep in his pockets, his eyes met the stone as though it was staring back.


"I'm sorry I haven't visited in...well...ever," he let out something that was a mixture of a breath and a laugh. He had thought it over and over again in his head, but still new words came out of his mouth rather than what he had mentally prepared.


"I'm sorry I never said goodbye, I guess I never got a chance to. I was in a bad place for long time...I hope you didn't see that."


It had been well over a year, nearly two. Nearly two years of unspoken words were freed by him, breaking the heavy silence. Another breeze, but he paid it no heed. He rubbed his face with a hand and breathed deeply before going on.


"I'm sorry that I couldn't come by until now, I had things in my life that needed to be worked out...I think you'd understand. But I still feel bad because you were there for me when I needed it...," a hitch entered his deep voice, but he did not cry.


"Thank you, for everything that you did for me. You were a key part of my life, and I will always remember that, even if I don't say it. You kept a good piece of myself alive...I'm sorry you saw me try to destroy it...I was a fool. A scared, scared fool."


An orange colored leaf rested on his shoulder for a moment before he gently held it in his fingers.


"I am feeling much better now, though," he smiled slightly, still looking at the leaf. "I'm happy, I'm healthier," he laughed slightly, "and I'm in love."


He looked back at the stone.


"Who would've guessed that last one huh? I'm in love with an amazing woman."


A beat of silence passed once more before the man decided to speak again.


"Thank you, I know I've said that so many times here, but you helped me get far in my life. The least I can do is thank you. You'll always be special to me. Always."


He let the brightly colored leaf go, allowing to fly away with the wind, it twirled about for a couple of seconds before being carried some place far away. Somehow the silence seemed broken forever, like a weight had been lifted from the man's shoulders. He smiled, kneeling down and placing a hand gently on the stone.


"Goodbye."


The man stood with a sigh, not a sad one, perhaps one of happiness. Or relief.


He turned to the gateway to see her standing there, she had respected his privacy and desire to do this alone. Even from the distance he was at he could tell she was smiling at seeing him smile at her. He felt his heart swell with love and joy at the sight of her, the woman who had given him everything. She had given to him his heart, his love, his happiness, his very self back to him. When he thought he never would feel that in his entire life.


He walked to her, his feet stepping onto the concrete path that ran the length of the area and progressed towards her and the gate. Silhouetted by the dying rays of sun she seemed to be a glowing, radiant symbol of freedom, waiting for him. Wordlessly he hugged her, gently taking her into his embrace, chin resting upon her shoulder; feeling her slender fingers run through his hair he heard her voice whisper in his ear.


"Are you okay?"


"Yes...I'm okay...putting it mildly," he chuckled.


She pulled back to look him in the eyes, still embracing him, smiling a beautiful smile at him.


"Let's go home."





Author's Note:
This writing is entirely symbolic of things in my life, the woman at the gate is clearly intended to be interpreted as Nightmare.