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Ponies have always been afraid of death and what it may bring. They fear the solitude of eternity, but who's to say that there is anything to fear? Nopony has ever came back from the dead to tell their tale, and for that matter, nopony ever will. The memories of our lifetime reside deep within our minds, hidden away until our final moments in this world. In your final moments of life after death, you have 7 minutes to relive your life. Funny thing it is how the brain has 7 minutes of activity after you supposedly 'die'.








Twilight Sparkle stood in a vast abyss of nothingness, unsure of where she was or how she had gotten there in the first place. She looked around frantically, trying to scan the abyss for any possible exit or somepony to tell her where she was.

'Twilight!' she could hear Rainbow Dash call to her, 'Twilight! Wake up!'

'I am awake Rainbow!' she yelled back to Dash.

'Guys! She's not breathing...' Rainbow dash yelled.

'But I am breathing...' Twilight told herself.

She could hear the gathering of ponies all around her, varied whispers echoing through the darkness even though there was nopony to be found. The sound of stammering hooves  became louder as she felt a violent tug over her body as if she was being lifted and dropped onto something. Twilight ran with no idea of where she was going, but she knew that she needed to get out of where ever she was. The abyss was starting to scare her more than it had when she had first arrived. Noises were everywhere: from the sound of hooves on tile to a lone monotone noise, she wanted out. She needed out, the noises reminded her of the hospital she had to visit many times when Rainbow had hurt herself in one way of another. The beep had that same tone of her heart monitor, but it was longer, and never stopped. It continued as she ran, before she slowed herself down to a stop. She knew that terrifying noise... It was the heart monitor of somepony who's heart had sto–

'CLEAR!'

'Wha– AUGH!' Twilight screamed in pain as she felt a jolt of electricity flow through her body, nearly collapsing.

'CLEAR!'

This time, she could hear the whine of whatever it was charging. 'Please – NAUGH!' Twilight fell to the ground, her muscles aching from whatever had been shocking her. A wave of fatigue came over her body as she tried to stand. She fought it off momentarily, before it came back again with a vengeance. The thud of her body echoed as she fell. Twilight was barely able to keep her eyes open, the fatigue pushing them closed with more and more force each time she resisted.

'I c–can't be... dead...' Twilight mumbled in a slur as she lost all connection with her mind and body.








Twilight lay in bed peacefully, the moonlight casting a slight shadow through her window. Spike was still asleep in his bed across the room. The sleep Twilight was having was becoming less peaceful by the moment. Beads of sweat were building on her forehead while she clutched her foalhood stuffed animal for dear life. Her breathing became sporadic, and she jolted up in her bed, throwing her hooves to her side to keep her balance. Twilight looked around the room, as if she was expecting to be somewhere else altogether.

A heavy sigh escaped her lungs as she lay back down looking straight up at the ceiling. It must have just been a dream... she thought to herself as she wiped the sweat off of her forehead. There was something that felt like she had been here before. She looked over to her calendar, which had been tipped over on her nightstand. Twilight picked it up, but where she expected there to be a date, there was only a blank sheet of paper. Looking through the entire calendar, she noticed that they were all blank sheets.

'Spike!'

'Uh... oh, what Twi? What could you possibly need at 3 in the morning?' Spike asked her while pointing to an alarm clock in his hands.

'Wait... What did you just say?' she asked Spike with a confused look on her face.

'Well, I asked you what you could possibly need at 3 in the morning. Something wrong Twilight?' he asked, noticing that Twilight had begun to whisper to herself.

'It can't be...' Twilight told herself, 'It just can't be...'

Twilight rolled out of the sheets, and ran downstairs into the main lobby of the library. Books came flying off the shelves in a violet aura. There was a certain book somewhere that she felt was necessary to get answers. She needed that book to understand why this was happening. These events... just seemed so familiar to her. It had happened before, there was no doubt in her mind that it had, but the events had unfolded slightly differently. After a few minutes of sorting through hundreds of books coming off the wall, she found the one that she was looking for. She

'Equine Brain Function and Activity' it read. She had recently used this book to teach the young fillies at the School about how their brains had worked, but for most of them they didn't seem to understand it one bit. There was one tidbit of information that she had found most interesting while teaching the fillies. It was on the tip of her tongue, she just needed something to give her that push to remember exactly what it was that she needed to know. Flipping through the pages of the book, she noticed that some pages were missing in the chapter labeled 'Activity After Death'.

The book ceased to be encased in the aura as it fell to the floor, and she finally realized why the calendar was blank and why she had such a severe case of deja vu. She was reliving the memory that she had always wanted to re-do. This was the day that she had wished she had the chance to tell that special somepony about the way she really felt about her. Today was going to be the day...

The world around Twilight began to flicker and disappear in random pieces, some of it coming back while others never did. The fabric of this reality was beginning to tear apart. She had to tell her how she really felt, like she had always wanted to do. Now was her chance to do it. She bolted out the door of the tree-house, the streets of Ponyville only lit by the various street lamps. Her hooves carried her through the streets of Ponyville, heading to the town square where Sugarcube Corner was located.  Twilight came to an abrupt stop in front of Sugarcube Corner. I really hope that Pinkie is here... she thought to herself.

'Of course I'm here, silly!' Pinkie called out from the second story window.

'How... what I was... how?' She asked Pinkie.

'I'm Pinkie Pie! Duh! Hehe,' Pinkie said to Twilight with a slight giggle.

'Pinkie, I really need to tell you something. I don't know how to tell you, but since you know what I'm thinking already, you probably already know. All I wanted to say Pinkie is, I love you.'

Tears began to flow from Pinkies eyes as she put her head in her hooves, a muffled 'I love you too' coming from her. A tear formed in Twilight's eye as she opened her mouth to let her know how much she cared for her, even if she did get angry with her at times. Before she could speak a single syllable, the entire town disappeared before her, replaced with the black abyss once again. The familiar tone of the heart monitor filled the void, echoing through her mind. She came to accept the fact that she was fading, and even though she hadn't told the real Pinkie Pie how she felt, she had told a Pinkie Pie. That was enough to put her mind at rest, so that she could leave peacefully. She sat back onto her haunches, waiting for it all to go black.

A hoof collided with Twilight's chest, knocking her over. She looked around, expecting to see somepony around her. But there was nothing there again; just the darkness that seemed to attack her being. Another hoof came into contact with her chest, but with much more force than the last. The walls around her began to change, and for a slight moment she thought that she could see all of her friends standing over her.

'Twilight! Don't go! I LOVE YOU TOO!' a hysterical Pinkie shouted.

Twilight looked up towards the sound, a rushing of senses coming back over while the world materialized around her. Pain streaked throughout her body, attacking every muscle. Twilight cracked her eyes open, looking around her. She was surrounded by her friends, Pinkie Pie sitting over her pounding on her chest trying to wake her.

'Pinkie...' Twilight said feebly before the pink hoof reached her chest.

'Twilight! You're back!' Pinkie yelled at the top of her lungs, crushing Twilight in her embrace.

Twilight smiled at the antics of the pink pony. 'I love you, Pinkie.'

'I love you too, Twilight,' Pinkie replied under her breath slightly loosening her grip on Twilight.

Both of the ponies had a smile plastered on their faces. Pinkie looked deep into Twilight's eyes, slowly leaning towards her face. Pinkies sugary lips came into contact with Twilight's, a spark of warmth and happiness surging through Twilight. A corner of the room slightly flickered, the reality barely stable. Twilight didn't notice it or anypony else in the room; she was happy with the pink party pony that stood over her.








Who are you to say if we are dead or alive? There is always that possibility that you are living in those 7 minutes. We can't ever tell if we are in reality, or simply floating in the space of our own mind after death. After all, the things that make it real, the pain and suffering, will always be there. We all have the chance to live the way we wished we had lived during those 7 minutes; but since you cannot possibly know whether you are there, live every moment as if it was your last and take advantage of every opportunity.
Why... Just why did I write this... it is most likely not that great, but I would like your opinions and such!

Also, it is a bit of a mindfuck story, so you may have to go back to understand it.

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:star::star::star::star::star: Overall
:star::star::star::star::star: Vision
:star::star::star::star::star: Originality
:star::star::star::star::star: Technique
:star::star::star::star::star: Impact

You know that paranoid feeling you get when someone says something skeptical and thought provoking? I have it now. Just think I could be spending my seven minutes writing a critique of this story <img src="e.deviantart.net/emoticons/r/r…" width="15" height="15" alt="=P" title="=P (Razz)"/>.

Anyhow, this story was rather interesting and very original. It actually made me think that this could actually happen. The forward and ending parts were also spectacular, and it gave off a Twilight Zone feel (hehehe unintended pun).

The story was very well written, and captivating with a feel of inception at the end. I didn't notice any errors while reading. I'm a sucker for this kind of stuff <img src="e.deviantart.net/emoticons/b/b…" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)"/>

I look forward to all of your work.
~Daring
P.S. Every artist feels that way.