GREEN
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>You stare at your computer screen.
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>The blank text document stares back; the agonizing whiteness stays with you.
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>As long as you’ve known it, it has stayed with you.
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>You have nothing to say.
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>The hinges of the back door squeak and Fluttershy entered the kitchen with a basket full of vegetables.
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>She hums a bit before turning on the kitchen sink; Angel Bunny gets the first clean carrot.
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>You sigh and go to the kitchen.
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>Fluttershy lays the damp vegetables on a rag and turns off the sink.
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>She turns around and smiles when she sees you.
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>"How's the writing been going Anon?"
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>You avoid her eyes.
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"It's awful. I can't think of anything to write about, and any ideas I do have don't seem to work out."
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>”Oh my, I’m sorry to hear that Anon,” she cooed, “do you think there’s anything I could do to help?”
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>You pondered it a bit, and then a distant memory made you smile.
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“Well I think there is a way you could help,” you say with a bit of nostalgia.
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“Do you remember when I first came to Ponyville, Fluttershy?”
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>Fluttershy looked curious, “Yes.”
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“And, do you remember how you acted when I first met you?”
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>She tapped her hooves together and her eyes lingered away from yours, “well, maybe.”
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“You know, all those times you tried to seduce me, or guess my fetish, those are the times I’m talking about.”
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>Fluttershy’s face became flushed, “yes. I remember,” it was barely audible.
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“Well, I got a lot of great ideas for comedy stories when you did those things.”
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>You scratch the back of your head a bit.
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“Do you think you could do something like that again?”
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>”Oh Anon, I’m not sure I can. I was a lot raunchier back in my youth.”
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>It was only a couple years ago.
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>”I’m a very different pony now. I just don’t think I can do those kinds of things anymore.”
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“I just want you to try Fluttershy, so I can get those creative juices flowing.”
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>There was a pause.
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>Then her look of anxiety faded.
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>”Alright I’ll try. But I’m going to need a moment, if that’s okay with you.”
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>She searched around the kitchen and eventually grabbed one of the cucumbers off of the counter.
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>You noticed it was the longest and thickest cucumber of the bunch.
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>Fluttershy held it up to her face, “oh goodness Anon. I knew your hot monkey cock was big, but I didn’t think it would be this big.”
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>She knelt down by your crotch and began to give the cucumber little kisses while she looked up at you.
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>”Momma’s gonna have to take extra special care of you Anon. It’s not every day a mare gets a dick this nice.”
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>Fluttershy began licking the cucumber all over.
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>Her eyes were half-lidded; her mouth was caressing every inch of the cucumber, she was moaning in pleasure only stopping to announce your name now and again.
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>She looked ridiculous.
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>You started to giggle, and when Fluttershy noticed she blushed a dark shade of pink and quickly regained her composure.
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“I’m sorry Fluttershy. It’s just I haven’t seen this side of you in a while.”
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>Fluttershy hid behind her mane and responded meekly, “did it work? Did I help you get your juices flowing again Anon?”
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>You wanted to tell her yes and save her from more shame, but you still felt like your mind was blank.
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“Sorry Fluttershy. I don’t think it worked.”
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>”Oh, sorry, maybe I was too convincing.”
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>Though you weren’t faring well with your writing, Fluttershy had recently taken up gardening, and it looked like she was doing well.
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>You walked over and picked up a tomato that was drying; you studied it and tried to occupy your anxious mind.
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"There always seems to be something wrong with whatever I’m writing.”
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“There's always a plot hole, or an out of character moment, or a scene that needs to be reworked.”
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>You put the tomato back and look at the vegetables Fluttershy gathered and washed.
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>They’re all perfect.
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>An abundance of carrots, tomatoes, potatoes, squash, cucumbers.
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>All of them spotless, and clean, and ready.
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>Fluttershy had just started gardening and she was already a master.
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“Sometimes it seems hopeless, like I know there’s a good story in me that’ll never get written.”
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>You want to say more but can’t find the words.
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>The room started to feel hot and you found what you had just said pathetic.
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>Fluttershy was about to say something but you made sure to cut her off.
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“How’s the gardening been going Fluttershy?”
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>You made sure to add some pep in your voice, but you could tell she was faking her smile.
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>”I love it Anon, and I’m glad you suggested it to me.”
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>Her eyes drifted to the floor; she nervously scraped the ground with her hoof.
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>”But I want to talk about your writing a bit more, that is, if you don’t mind.”
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>You lean back on the kitchen counter.
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“Look Fluttershy, I shouldn’t’ve even brought that up, it just makes me sound like I’m whining.”
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“This is just something I’m going to have to power through. If other writers can do it then so can I, right?”
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>You look to Fluttershy expectantly.
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>”Well, if that’s what you think Anon,” she said sheepishly.
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>Your ego deflates a bit at her response and you turn back to look at her harvest.
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“What’s your favorite thing about gardening Fluttershy?”
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>This time when you asked she perked up; it was almost as if she had finally found something that was lost.
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>”Well there are really a lot of things I love about gardening.”
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>”The fresh air is always enjoyable; it’s a perfect hobby for enjoying sunny days.
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>Fluttershy gathered up all her vegetables and put them back in the basket.
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>”And I think it’s wonderful to have a hobby that’s so easy to share with good friends.”
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>She handed you the basket, there was a card tied around the handle that read “to Anon”.
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>”But the one thing I love most of all is something that I think I’ve just discovered about it.”
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>Her hoof reached into the basket and she pulled out a tomato that shone in the sunlight coming through the window.
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>”I like to call it ‘The Growth Process’. It’s something entirely different from anything else I’ve ever felt before.”
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>”This tomato I’m holding is as beautiful as I could make it.”
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>”I still remember the day I planted the seeds that would make this little guy, and I even remember all of the watering, nurturing, and attention I needed to give it in order to make it grow.”
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>”It was a day to day process, and it took a long time, but it was definitely worth all that effort.”
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>”To be able to start with nothing, but end with something wonderful really makes me feel proud.”
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>”So often a lot of my sweeties back home are abandoned animals, and the babies are almost always adopted once they’re ready to leave.”
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>”But this is why I love ‘The Growth Process’ of gardening, you’re there every step of the way, doing your best to make something that you’re proud of.”
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>You looked over in the corner of the room and saw Angel lying down.
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>Fluttershy walked over and picked him up and he soon fell asleep in her arms.
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>”He always likes to take a nap after his lunch,” she said affectionately.
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>You set the basket on the counter and stared at the feast of vegetables it held.
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“So are you going to do this again? Cause I think you’re pretty damn good at it.”
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>”I’d love to Anon, and thank you.”
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“Don’t mention it. You’re free to use my backyard anytime.”
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>”Anon.”
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“Yeah?”
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>”Do you think you could come with me out to the garden? I have one more thing I want you to see.”
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>You followed her out to the backyard where Fluttershy presented her garden to you.
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>You must admit that you hadn’t actually been keeping up on her progress in the garden, so you didn’t have any idea what it looked like.
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>It was a humble garden, nowhere near the gargantuan size of her animal sanctuary.
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>The plants were all separated, each one with its own row, give or take around ten of each plant, with little paper signs in the ground presenting their identities.
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>Cylindrical wire cages were around the tomato plants.
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>To your surprise, you noticed that there were still plenty of tomatoes on the vine she hadn’t touched.
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>In fact, there were obviously more tomatoes unpicked than there were picked.
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“How come you didn’t pick those tomatoes, are they not ready or something?”
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>Fluttershy giggled playfully, “Come with me.”
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>You looked closer at the tomatoes and saw that every single one of them was flawed.
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>Some simply hadn’t grown, others had fallen early, some were partially eaten by bugs, but they were all flawed.
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>”When I bought the seeds for these tomatoes at the market, the packet said that the plant would grow around five to ten tomatoes.”
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>She picked up a mushy tomato off the ground and stared at it a bit.
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>”But I soon learned that no matter how hard I tried none of these plants were going to be able to grow that many tomatoes without producing some duds as well.”
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>”So for every one good tomato I managed to grow, there were at least two bad ones as well.”
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>She held a good tomato in one hoof and a mushy wrinkled one in her other hoof.
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>She lifted up the healthy tomato, “you can’t have this,” she then lifted up the inedible one, “unless you have this as well.”
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>It was then you saw the other half of the growth process.
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>You thought of your writing as it was one of the tomato plants.
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>Your failures may be many, but they only stand to make your successes greater.
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>Fluttershy headed home to put Angel to bed.
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>You went inside and grabbed a tomato from the basket and set it by your computer keyboard.
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>You minimized the blank text document and went to your own garden.
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>There was crop, but not as much as there could be.
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>You had harvested this garden for a couple of years now.
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>But now it was finally time to start the growth process.
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>You planted the seed.
by ZigZagWanderer
by ZigZagWanderer
by ZigZagWanderer
by ZigZagWanderer
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