Beginning a new kind of series to help people get more inspiration and get back into the pattern of writing.

So here's how it works:
I tell you what to do and... You do it

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Premise:
Write a 8-11 sentence scene from third person point of view. In this scene, try to make your character show fear.

Guidelines:
Do not use any forms of the word "being" such as: is, were, was, are, has.

Use adverbs sparingly avoid adverbs such as: very, extremely, really.

Avoid vague, abstract, or general adjectives such as big, huge, scary, awful, awesome, excellent.

Yes. People actually use those.

Also, use vivid, descriptive nouns. Adjectives act more as writing crutches for poor nouns in most cases.

Do not use the words "fear", "afraid", "terror", "horror", or any variation of those words. Just to help yourself be aware of what you're writing and to help you be more creative

And only use progressive present tense. Example: screaming, not screamed.

Finally, and most importantly, have fun if you're going to do it, do not keep putting it off and off and off and off just do it, if you're not going to do it, whatever.

That is all. Equestria is ours

P.S.
Whachu think? Again? Yes? No? Maybe so?

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Yeah I'll pass.

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To each his own.

That is all. Equestria is ours.

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Whatever floats your boat

Whatever blows your sails, whatever fills your glass, whatever stuffs your turkey, whatever fucks your duck, whatever noodles your poodles, whatever--

That is all. Equestria is ours.

1981223 This is relevant to my interests because I'm writing a horror-gore fic for Halloween

Once upon a time a pony named Joe Bobbart 2.5 went to the Everfree forest because reasons. As he traveled into the forest, the light made way for darkness, casting the world in shadow. A twig cried out from his side, making him flinch and turn with widening eyes, a sweat breaking out upon his brow. He quivered as his eyes moved back and forth in the darkness. Only darkness met his vision, however, and after a quick bout of silence he continued on his way. He kept his form closer to the ground, his tail tucked close to his rump, his head and ears on a swivel. A pitter-patter of racing footsteps raced somewhere off to his other side, making him freeze once more. "H-hell-hello!" Joe Bobbart 2.5 called out, his rapidly moving eyes the size of pinpricks. He got no answer.

Then a timber pony...

...nommed his face off, because sleep nao in the fire.

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Dat plot.

That is all. Equestria is ours.