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Scootaloo's Personal Diary - Entry 226-30Entry 226:
I wonder how Featherweight's trip went. I hope it went well. Maybe things went well and he'll stay a couple extra days! I hope he lets me know if that happens. Meeting his parents was probably a big deal.
School isn't any more interesting today. I almost feel like Featherweight not being in class makes the day less fun. It may sound silly, but I like him just being there.
At recess, I just sat up in the tree and rested. I've felt sleepy, today. Maybe I'm not sleeping well. Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom got me down after a while, and we tried to think up new ideas for how to get our cutie marks. We have to get them soon! We don't want to be the oldest ponies in history with blank flanks! We have to have some sort of special talent! I'm starting to think I just don't. Diamond Tiara doesn't help matters, I want to pop her in the mouth again. She's been picking on me about Featherweight the whole time he's been gone. She tells me he wanted to get away from his "worthless blank f
Scootaloo's Personal Diary - Entry 216-25Entry 216:
[Page is smudged with tear stains.]
I can already tell today isn't going to be good. Diamond Tiara has been mean all day. I just hope that I can keep out of her way.
She picked on Featherweight about his parents, and I got in her way, she told me my parents didn't love me either, and that they were probably happy to get sick and die. I almost got sick I was so upset. Miss Cheerilee caught her and pulled her into the classroom to talk to her. Then I said the dumbest thing I have ever said...
Featherweight tried to cheer me up and said my parents loved me, and I was stupid enough to say "How would you know? You don't even know your parents!" I am such an idiot. I shouldn't say anything when I'm angry.
Featherweight left class early today... I haven't seen him since then. I'm so dumb. Me and my big stupid mouth. I bet he hates me now. I'm no better than Diamond Tiara. He was just trying to cheer me up!
I am going to bed early. I don't want to talk to Mom and Dad about today any
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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