Ponyboy Outsiders Novels & Stories

“Survival can start to feel like love when someone rescues you. Just… don’t confuse the two.” Niya smiled. “Also,” she added under her breath, “you’re the crazy one. You pulled the police stunt.” “No. You’re insane,” Pony countered. “You went off-grid. No texts back or calls. And when I pull a Hail Mary to find your crazy ass, I discover you’ve been playing house with a psychopath and his Greek-god friend.” “He’s not –” “He is. And you are crazy. Period.” They both cracked up, letting the tension dissolve like sugar in hot water.

“We think he was in some sort of accident on the road. He was all beat up when I found him.” Everly and I both fawn over him for a minute before we move onto the next stall, housing a scrawny bay pony. “This is Thor, and what he lacks in height he makes up for in attitude,” Kim goes on. “He was left in a pasture for months and months before animal control finally did something about it. The story I got was he was purchased for grandkids who lost interest and they “kind of forgot” they had him.” “I hate people,” I sigh. “How do you forget you have a pony?”

He laughed, the sound making my insides feel a tad weird but in a way it felt nice. "I was clearly busy at the time," I began, my hand indicating my room and the apartment before us. "So there was no time to ask questions on whether anyone resided here, spirit wise that is." I gave a small grin. "Plus I didn't know what to say." "Based upon my observation you," Jem said with a light chuckle. "Cora," he said, brushing his fingers across my cheek. His touch was cool and still semi-solid. "Didn't you have any loyal friends to rely on growing up?" I shook my head to tell him no because in some way I always remained the outcast of anyone that I befriended. A loner who believed that trusting other

I thought that nothing else mattered as long as my parents were happy. But now, the persimmon incident had thoroughly woken me up from my delusions. Since they were treating me like an outsider, there was no point in my continuing to make a fool of myself. I chuckled coldly and said, "I'm not thinking of doing anything. I just wish you and your family all the best." After that, I went into my room to pack up my things. Dad came in after me and slapped me hard across the cheek. "Don't you know that it's Christmas! What do you think you're doing with that damn attitude of yours? It was just a damn persimmon! Why the hell must you make the entire family so awkward and uncomfortable over that?

He looked straight at me, his face drained of colour, as pale as wax. And in that moment, an image formed in my mind—unbidden but vivid. A child, standing alone at the edge of a playground. Overweight. Too tall for his age. The kind of child who attracted cruel nicknames—Jellyarse, Lardbucket. A child who wanted nothing more than to disappear, yet could never quite manage it. “I found a dead bird today,” Bobby said suddenly, as though the thought had just drifted in. “Its neck was broken. Maybe a car hit it.”

something by the lake a carousel with yellow horses all spinning around and Sandy riding the carousel, smiling, happy free Like a man dreaming, Bobby slowly stuffed both coins into his pocket, turned and left his apartment. *** Bobby Lee blinked, momentarily confused. Feeling as if he’d been instantly transported from his apartment to here, he found himself standing outside Mr. Jingo’s County Fair. He clutched one of those strange coins and briskly approached the ticket booth. A nondescript elderly man offered him a vague smile. “Help you?” Bobby smiled shakily in return. Swallowing, hoping the ticket taker didn’t notice his nerves, he forced a steady hand to extend one of the coins and say

He exasperated his voice thick from trying to restrain the now flowing streaks of tears falling down to the floor “But I didn’t call you a thief. I never did and I don’t judge you just because I have a better life and you don’t but this… Stealing from people isn’t the only option to fend for you and your sister champ.” “I know that and I’ve tried, they just wouldn’t hire me. It’s either I’m too young or I’m not muscular enough to do what they’re asking of me. I know stealing is bad but this is the only option I have right now. Please don’t take me to the cops, I promise I won’t steal from anyone in that building anymore” He pleaded “What’s your name champ?” He wiped his tears before looking

the older lady said as they walked away together. He was forced to stand-alone in his cage for hours but could hear other ponies being brought into their cages. Cody strained on his collar to see the other ponies but his tether was too short. Several times he could hear men and women comment about him. One comment that caught his attention was between two women who were looking at his naked chained body. One of the women said, "The reason there are so few ponyboys is that they are rarely allowed to cum if at all, to keep them more obedient. Whereas as ponygirls are constantly forced to orgasm to keep them obedient. That is why there are more ponygirls than boys."

They believed that if I just gave in and said I was fine, all those crimes would disappear beneath a pile of money. However, I was no longer that little girl waiting at the far end of the long table for scraps of cold leftovers. Never again would I denigrate myself just to protect my family's reputation.

"How can you be so heartless? Even if I was wrong, it's not a capital crime! For the sake of family—" I cut her off. "Was I still a part of your family when you treated me like an outsider and beat me up for Julius?" There was heavy breathing on the other end. Then silence. When she spoke again, her voice trembled. "Preston, it was all my fault. I was horrible. But now my parents are lying in a hospital bed. Julius took what little cash was left at home and ran. We have no other way. I'm begging you." She sobbed incoherently, none of her former arrogance left.