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Corejo


A good story isn't measured by how long it is, but by how long it stays with you.

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Mar
17th
2014

Where I Am · 2:12pm Mar 17th, 2014

I just finished the first draft of chapter five of Mr. Kite. I'm expecting seven total, if the story pans out how I currently want it to, so that means I should be getting close to the end here. Only downside is chapter six has a lot of dialogue, and it has to be treaded lightly since it going to hold a lot of important information. It may take me a while, but I figured you'd all like to know where I am on Best Bookworm Pony's new story. And in light of that, I figure it's worth giving you all a teaser for your patience:

Twilight Sparkle had never considered Equestria a dangerous place. She had grown up in Canterlot studying countless books on Equestria and its neighboring countries, and further works read in preparation of princess-hood never swayed her belief. It wasn’t the idyllic place she held it to be as a filly, but it was far from grim. And while villains arose seeking dominion, the power of friendship was there to see her through.
There were no wars, no famine, no social crises to threaten the Equestrian way of life, only her and her friends in the town of Ponyville, living and loving the days that life brought them.
Twilight was thankful that becoming a princess hadn't changed life as drastically as she had expected. Though always eager to please Princess Celestia and strive to learn all there was on the magic of friendship, she was never fond of change. Ponyville was a comfort zone, a place where she never felt insecure, never felt alone. Having to move away from her friends—losing them—was her greatest fear. But as with war and famine, she had no reason to worry. Her only current responsibilities were toward her friends and the library. Friends and books. It didn't get any better than that.

The poor girl...

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