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Scene from “Survivor Shy”, a story that follows Fluttershy living in a world completely and suddenly devoid of other ponies.
 
With nopony to turn to, Fluttershy is forced to learn to fend for herself, and find a way, if possible, to bring back ponykind and save Equestria.
 
The story is told through the images, and the story excerpts they inspire. The scenes are not created and uploaded in chronological order, making the true turn of events a mystery that the readers must unravel as more scenes are revealed.
 
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Mattatatta
An Artist Who Rocks - 100+ images under their artist tag
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The End wasn't The End - Found a new home after the great exodus of 2012

Currently, I’m still working on the whole thing. There will eventually come a time where I’ll say “this is the last scene I’m making”, but it won’t necessarily mean it is the last scene that happens chronologically in the story.
Mattatatta
An Artist Who Rocks - 100+ images under their artist tag
Artist -
The End wasn't The End - Found a new home after the great exodus of 2012

“It started to snow, lightly at first, but soon it became too heavy for me to see further than a few steps in front of me. The wind picked up, howling and whirling all around me. I was almost sure I heard hoof-falls in among the sounds of the blizzard, but I couldn’t see anypony.
 
 
“I stopped walking and tried to fly up to escape the storm, but a strong gust caught me and blew me back down. I tried again, this time abandoning my saddlebags to shed weight, but the wind seemed to blow even harder and force me back onto the ground.
 
 
“Unable to fly or walk out of the blizzard, I dug into the snow with my hoof, hoping I could dig a hole to hide away from the wind chilling my bones. But as soon as I met the dirt that hope was dashed, because the ground was as hard as granite.
 
 
“I sat down in the snow, now completely out of options. The wind was far too strong to fly out of, the snow too heavy to look for shelter, and ground too frozen to attempt digging. I should’ve panicked there and then, but instead, I relaxed. I closed my eyes and for the first time in a while, smiled.
 
 
“Everything was going to be okay.”