What the Future Holds (Chapter 2)What the Future Holds Chapter 2What the Future Holds (Chapter 2) by OmniscientTurtle
"That was the coolest thing ever!"
Little Octavia skipped out of the passage from the best experience of her life. It certainly beat the orchestras her parents had dragged her too so many times before, and she pondered whether or not it beat Hearth's Warming Day. Her favorite part had been when they pierced through the clouds into the eternally sun-filled skies above, during which her face had been plastered against her window so as not to let a single moment pass where she was not peering into the brilliant aether. Trying to keep her eyelids open permanently had proven to be a small obstacle in this endeavor.
Looking from 30,000 feet in the air out onto her old homeland, she had realized just how dreary it was, though that might have just been the rainclouds affecting her interpretation. Either way, she was somewhat glad to no longer live in Germaney. It had always been kind of boring; she was hoping that Manehattan might
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"Octavia, would you please stop making those atrocious noises?"
The little filly instantly ceased her imaginary airplane impression at her mother's order, silently bring her flailing forelegs down. A pestered expression replaced the dumb smile that had been there a few moments ago. She proceeded to rest her elbow on the edge of the windowpane of the back seat of their car, letting her gaze drift to the soft rain falling outside. Her eyelids fell to half-mast, boredom taking over in mere moments. Without the permission to make any more noises, she needed something to bide her attention, and the buildings flying past her vision seemed perfect for that.
Her mother let out a sigh. "Look, I know you're excited dear, but please, try to relax. We wouldn't want ourselves looking like some sort of ruffians to our fellow travelers."
She knew that, but how could she not be
never become a writeri.never become a writer.never become a writer by littleblueraccoon
you will become a perfectionist,
picking life apart
with a magpie's eye,
hunting for the beautiful bits
until you can make yourself
a sparkling throne
in the center of a junkyard.
ii.you will write when you're sad.
you will write when you're happy.
whenever you feel something,
you will vomit the emotion out
into some sort of literature.
when you're finished,
you'll be empty
and surrounded by
pages and pages of
everything you once were.
iii.you will try to make
pain sound delicious,
painting over the ragged wounds
with pink paint
and candy-coat lies.
you will learn
how to decorate graveyards.
everyone will play in them,
but you alone will see the headstones.
iv.if you fall in love,
you will turn your love into a poem,
and you will always like your own words
more than you like the real person.
you'll become so selfish
you'll disgust yourself,
but you will not be ab
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