The book was empty. Purely empty. Each page was as blank as the last. There were no words; there was no title. There was nothing but page after page of blank, white paper.
So Twilight reads it.
The book was empty. Purely empty. Each page was as blank as the last. There were no words; there was no title. There was nothing but page after page of blank, white paper.
So Twilight reads it.
Last night tending bar at a small restaurant at the western-most tip of Equestria before the tourist season truly ends. It's Nightmare Night, and there is a peculiar guest coming.
Writing prompt thing for a writing group. 1-2k words +- whatever. Topic selected by vote. The point is to write. Input is welcomed. Grammar is probably bad.