Thirty Minute Pony Stories

I never wanted to do this.

She wakes up with a quiet yawn, eyes slowly adjusting to the dark. She slowly makes her way out of the covers and gently steps over her sisters before climbing down from the bed with a soft thump. She stands still for a minute, making sure neither of them wake-up before heading to the closet and begining to dig through it.

The filly smiles gently as she glances back at the bed, a pair of saddle-bags dangling from her mouth. She gives a quick nod to the two other fillies that are still tucked under the covers before opening the door to their room and disappearing down the hall.

She makes her way to the supply closet, quickly and silently grabbing what she needs. An old tent, a hole filled blanket, a cloak, and a water-skin. The filly neatly folds and packs the items into her bags before donning the cloak and hoisting the bags onto her back.

I never wanted to leave them.

She cautiously makes her way to the kitchen, rummaging through the drawers before pulling out a quill and sheet of parchment. She sets to writing, taking the time to make it as legible as possible. Her eyes roam over the letter, giving it a small nod of approval before making her way to the fridge.

She opens it and looks over the nearly empty fridge, a frown on her face before closing it and heading back to the table. With a sigh she picks up the letter in her mouth and leaves the kitchen.

But I had no choice.

She creeps her way down the hall, past the room she slept in for so many years and towards a door she knew would be partially open. Sure enough, it’s just wide enough for her to slip inside, bags and all.

The frown disappeared as she gazed upon the two occupants of the room, both sleeping soundly next to each other, a familliar hat hanging off a chair in the corner, and a pair of yellow glasses sitting upon the desk. With a soft smile she hopped onto the chair and dropped the letter on the desk, moving the glasses on top so that the parchment wouldn’t be missed.

She smoothly slipped from the chair and landed with soft thump before making her way out the room.

I hope they can forgive me.

The little filly quickly trotted down the hall, towards the last obstacle, the front door. She unlocked it with a soft click and pushed it open. Her eyes begin to water as she stared back down the hallway, legs trembling as she lifts a hoof and places it forwards, and then another, and another. Slowly making her way out the door.

She noses the door back into it’s frame before taking a good look around. No clouds in the sky, no harsh wind, just the stars and blindingly bright moon. With a sniffle the little filly begins to walk the path leading from her home towards parts unknown.

I hope they can still love me.

She pauses at the gate that signifies the end of land she had been raised on, been born on. Swallowing a gulp of air as she gazed down the path, knowing there would still be hours before the moon finally set. She takes a breath and trots through the gate, her voice escaping between hiccups and muffled sobs.

“I’ll be back someday. I’ll keep this farm alive, or my name isn’t Pinkamena Diane Pie!” She wails in defiance, tears running freely down her face as the pink pony walked away from the farm she so dearly loved, from the family she’ll so dearly miss.

Dear Poppa, Momma, Inkie, and Blinkie,

I’m super sorry! I know you won’t like this, I don’t even like this and I’m the one who’s doing it! But I’m leaving the farm. I can’t watch us all starve anymore, I can’t watch my dear little sisters lose everything while their dear ol’ sissy Pinkie does nothing.

So I’m leaving to find work, find my fortune and my calling. I’ll send letters and bits when I can, I’ll let you know how I’m doing!

So don’t be angry at me, please. Please don’t stop loving me, I had no other choice. I couldn’t just watch this anymore.

So please don’t hate me.

I Pinkie Promise to come back, I Pinkie Promise to the try my best, I Pinkie Promise to be the best Pie I can be!

Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye!

Lots of love, hugs, and kisses,

Pinkie Pie

P.S. Hope you don’t mind too much, but I took the tent and the good cloak with me. I’ll replace them when I can!

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RWL’s Commentary

I’m gonna be honest and say I can’t see any way that this relates to today’s prompt whatsoever. But I also really, really like it! Seeing Pinkie going through her house gathering supplies as she prepares to leave was really well done, and the letter she left for them was very touching. I like this idea a lot as the reason for her leaving. Wonderful work! Even if I don’t really understand it for this prompt.