Red_Rain

Do you know how many hundereds of pages i had to trawl through to find the last page? 1950! i've seen ones with 450000! Come on people!

yeah i'mma do that. cause well yeah. point's there.

if you are a good drawer or animator can you please make a character that looks like this. Pure black pony covered from the base of his neck to his hooves in pure silver armour, his mane pure black, and his eyes pure crimson red. like my avatar's. and one with him not wearing his armour. The cutie mark is a pony that has a pure white outline.

and i got another here too! but i'm afraid i'll get banned for spamming. and yes but i had a slight bit of help from old Greg (My friend whom is in prison) i'm using a laptop. just visited Greg. who is the saddest excuse for a man i have ever met. that's why he's the best damn writer i ever had the pleasure of meeting. told him about somethin i was writing, read it to him and he gave me some pointers. good old life sentence. he'll be out in a month cause he has a damn good lawyer only got 2 years. i'll need him next time i want to be framed for posession of drugs Jk thats the worst joke i have ever made up

Obsidian awoke, head pounding, his body wracked with pain. The cold of the smooth stone surface relaxed him. The dark abyss of the cavern embraced him this made him want to shut his eyes and sleep. Pain the pain was all he felt, his armour was colder than the ground and colder than it should be, dulling the pain slightly but making him shiver. He didn't want to stay there, although the cold and dark were so comforting. He didn't want to stay on the hard ground. He attempted to turn himself upright, to find purchase on the stony floor that had comforted him. The dark pony's endeavor was met with him and his full silver armour clanking back to the hard stony floor. His body cold, and stiff, as though he had died there. In the cold, dark abyss of that cavern, it felt though he had rigor mortis. Shallow breaths were all that came from his muzzle, shallow, slow, sharp breaths. His lungs felt as though they were on fire, a single tear went down his face, not of sadness, or fear, just pain. The pain he felt was that of, the feeling of millions of tiny needles piercing his skin, pain that would drive a pony to madness. Weak and exhausted, Obsidian lay there, thinking, reflecting. He refused to give in, he had an objective, and that was to stand, to stand in this cold darkness. He tryed again, head pounding with every second he exerted strength. His mind and body fought against him, but his will would not let him lay down once more. At last, he stood there, in the cold cavern, clad with darkness. A few moments more of standing still in that cavern, he took a step forward, pain shooting through his leg like liquid fire. Obsidian shouted with pain, and fell to the floor again. This is a sample of the full text. also it's sort of dramatic.

Once upon a time two brothers who lived on adjoining farms fell into conflict. It was the first serious rift in 40 years of farming side by side, sharing machinery, and trading labor and goods as needed without a hitch. Then the long collaboration fell apart. It began with a small misunderstanding and it grew into a major difference, and finally it exploded into an exchange of bitter words followed by weeks of silence. One morning there was a knock on John's door. He opened it to find a man with a carpenter's toolbox. "I'm looking for a few days work," he said. "Perhaps you would have a few small jobs here and there. Could I help you?" "Yes," said the older brother. "I do have a job for you. Look across the creek at that farm. That's my neighbor, in fact, it's my younger brother. Last week there was a meadow between us and he took his bulldozer to the river levee and now there is a creek between us. Well, he may have done this to spite me, but I'll go him one better. See that pile of lumber curing by the barn? I want you to build me a fence - an 8-foot fence - so I won't need to see his place anymore. Cool him down, anyhow." The carpenter said, "I think I understand the situation. Show me the nails and the post-hole digger and I'll be able to do a job that pleases you." The older brother had to go to town for supplies, so he helped the carpenter get the materials ready and then he was off for the day. The carpenter worked hard all that day measuring, sawing, nailing. About sunset when the farmer returned, the carpenter had just finished his job. The farmer's eyes opened wide, his jaw dropped. There was no fence there at all. It was a bridge... a bridge stretching from one side of the creek to the other! A fine piece of work handrails and all - and the neighbor, his younger brother, was coming across, his hand outstretched. "You are quite a fellow to build this bridge after all I've said and done." The two brothers stood at each end of the bridge, and then they met in the middle, taking each other's hand. They turned to see the carpenter hoist his toolbox on his shoulder. "No, wait! Stay a few days. I've a lot of other projects for you," said the older brother. "I'd love to stay on," the carpenter said, "but, I have many more bridges to build."

it better cause it was damn hard to think up.

I may never see tomorrow; there's no written guarantee And things that happened yesterday belong to history. I cannot predict the future, I cannot change the past, I have just the present moments, I must treat it as my last. I must use this moment wisely for it soon will pass away, and be lost forever, as part of yesterday. I must exercise compassion, help the fallen to their feet, Be a friend unto the friendless, make an empty life complete. The unkind things I do today may never be undone, And friendships that I fail to win may nevermore be won. I may not have another chance on bended knees to pray, and I thank God with a humble heart for giving me this Day. Now Pray tell. what mayhap be your story?

Beat the written story, sentence, or song lyrics the user above you just wrote (it has to be in made up originally and by yourself) I'll start A man's favorite donkey falls into a deep precipice; He can't pull it out no matter how hard he tries; He therefore decides to bury it alive. Soil is poured onto the donkey from above. The donkey feels the load, shakes it off, and steps on it; More soil is poured. It shakes it off and steps up; The more the load was poured, the higher it rose; By noon, the donkey was grazing in green pastures. After much shaking off (of problems) And stepping up (learning from them), One will graze in Green Pastures. almost forgot. it can also be a poem or any other thing. even a picture!

We are all dying. My heart burns with the flame of love, fear and anger. We live for the sake of living. We die for no reason. If life has no meaning. Why do we die? If there is no god. Why do we die? If We just stop living all together. have no start over. Why do we die? An ever burning flame keeps me awake a night. An ever failing body wants me to sleep. I want no death. I want life. We all want life. That is how we die not why. We never want it to end. We die to live. Somber thought are all we can muster. Sadness is our engine. Love is our fuel. Fear is our casing. Anger is our exhaust. Death is our conclusion. Leave a comment.

Fixed it! (Filler this is filler)

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"Come in my friend. it's cold out." then i would offer him some food and drink. and show him to my spare room. i would let him rest in my home for the night. with my door locked. then the next day i would ask him what had happened. then send him on his way. not at all surprise that a talking red pony creature appeared on my doorstep.

Oh Goodie. this is going to be a fun one, hard but fun. there are several steps to take. 1. i would follow him. learn his schedual. 2. wait for points where his schedual secludes him from others. 3. continue my watch for a few days. 4. set up my equipment. sniper rifle, telescope, etc. 5. watch and wait. 6. several shots to the abdomnial area. 7. climb down before anyone comes to investigate. 8. (Optional) plant a knife on him. 9. (Optional) place several 9mm cases a few meters from the body. 10. walk away.

Der Nair Some careful rewording and im De Mare Or De Hair There's hundereds of these but i'd rather not get into them.

|Although this isn't on the topic what in the world? this is the weirdest one word story i have ever heard.| |Also| Then

whip around. then yell "DIE!" for no reason. Continue with my day. Laugh at myself for what i just did. take a bath. shave. shower. comb my hair.

A loaded automatic machine gun. just incase. Then possibly my 12 gauge. or my survivial kit. or a crate filled with machine guns and ammo Or even the human race. (see one thing) or a grenade. Go nuts. blow myself up or a nuke. (Have fun blow up ponyville)

All the time we are in the womb. We prepare for life. We prepare for birth. Then when we leave the womb. We spend the rest of our natural life dying. Dying always. Every morning a somber reminder. A sadness we all share. And when we die. We wake up.

Gala Night live uhm Que Sera

*Ahem* I (as you read on this forum) am Red_Rain. I am extrordinarily shy. (Yes like fluttershy) I do enjoy the company of others, i enjoy making them laugh. and when they make me laugh. I like to write. (Cough) not that good (Cough) I enjoy roleplay, and video games. I listen to everfree radio (http://everfree.net/popup/radio.php) Never lived how i wanted to. I'm also a novice in poetry here's a sample. A fire of enternity is burning for an ever short time. We hold onto the things we find dear but dismiss them when it becomes hard to hold onto them. We are mortal and wish for longer on this world. We cry when we are hurt. We smile when others are kind. We live for our short life. We are human. We Live. We die. That is what it means to be human. That is what we know. And that My friends, is why. Why we live. ^Eayh?^ That's one i just started. it isn't that good but still it's my thought not yours. trust me all poets undermine their work and i personally think this is the worst poetry i made up. i don't even think it's poetry. Also i am going to post whatever pops into my mind and write down if i think it's good enough