Random Story Idea! · 2:37am Nov 30th, 2015
Don't ask me how, don't ask me why, but today an idea popped into my head and I decided to just run with it.
"Where There's Smoke…" (a.k.a., "Spike Is Stuck In A Youtube Poop World")
I guess it came about because my outlining for "Lum the Invader Pony" (a.k.a. "Urusei Yatsura meets MLP") isn't going very well. I'm having more trouble than I expected making the crossover concept interesting. With what I've got, I can easily take it to 1000 words, but I don't know if the story can meet my rather high personal standards.
Regarding "When There's Smoke...", although I plan to finish it, I don't know if I'll actually post it here, much less make it public. It'll probably be the only "M"-rated fic I'll ever write. Here's a taste:
…Twilight frantically queried, "Got any problems, troubles, or conundrums or any other sort of problems, troubles or conundrums that I as a gooooooood friend could help you solve??" She smiled expectantly. Spike realized he'd had a conversation like this with her before. He did not, however, recall Twilight putting that much emphasis on 'good', nor her voice inexplicably sounding of helium when she did so.
"Uh…I got nothin'," he replied. Twilight's expression immediately turned crestfallen. So much so, in fact, that Spike momentarily wondered if she might shatter from sheer sad. Two seconds later, Twilight did exactly that, her form breaking into four hundred twenty-seven pieces, leaving a pile of glassy unicorn shards in a pile on the floor.
Mildly concerned – perhaps he should have been more so, but he'd seen Twilight perform much stranger magic – he made his way downstairs, only to find Pinkie Pie already in the library, staring at a random bookshelf.
"Oh, hi Pinkie," Spike said as nicely as he could. Pinkie, however, ignored him. She was engrossed in the books on the shelf, most of which were reference materials.
"Ref-ref-ref-ref. Ref. Ref. Ref-ref. Ref-ref-ref," Pinkie said to the books. Spike looked around, unsure how to react. Pinkie continued: "Ref-ref. Ref-ref. Ref. Ref-ref-ref."
This went on for about fifteen minutes. At that point, Pinkie lifted off the ground despite her lack of wings (or any movement at all) and floated out the nearest window. …
Please let me know what you think. I'd really love some feedback on this idea, because I'm concerned that, given my writing style, it might come off too boring.
