I love this song. I believe Jack really did kill himself at the end, and Strangers is his ghost singing.

I'm so pleased that a story with a relatively short lifespan in my head was able to come into being and that so many people would like it. The deadline really helped me trim the fat and put the pieces together in a way that usually takes me weeks and months, I just wish I could learn to work that fast when I'm not under pressure ,^^
Thanks again for your support!

The song "Untitled" reminds me of myself... even though I'm straight, I feel like my parents disapprove of my relationship with StarLadybugQuinn... probably because she's 15 and I'm 19.

Since it's original fiction, Offprint is the main place where it's gonna be posted and updated from here on out, though I'm also considering the possibility of crossposting to other sites as time passes since Offprint is also a rather small community for now.

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Here's my current progress on the fics I'm writing.

Pronotum - 99.9% (Awaiting proofreading)
Synopsis: Queen Chrysalis has trusted her son with a very important mission to Ponyville, and he's determined to make her proud.

Bloodlines - 33.3%
Synopsis: When a pony can neither fade to black nor go towards the light, the only place left for them is the twilight of undeath.

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“Alright, everything’s fine. Everything’s just fine. We totally didn’t get swallowed up by some all-consuming bubble just now! Nothing terrible or crazy has happened, and everything is just. Fine. Just…”

Lisa’s quiet muttering jolted Zoey from her daze. She blinked, looking down at her hands.

No blood.

That was the weirdest daydream ever. Like, ever ever.

“Lisa?” Zoey hopped off her stool, kneeling down beside her babysitter. “Is something wrong?”

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Concept: Rather than falling through a crack by pure chance, Zoey finds herself alone where the portal had first opened, and finds a rapidly-growing crack in the air. Requires something to have separated Zoey from the rest of the group, as well as some driving force behind why she ultimately decides to actively tear open the crack.

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Zoey groaned. How many more times was she going to wake up like this? Even with her eyes closed, she could sense the bright light around them.

…Wait. Light.

“Lisa?” she turned her head, opening an eye. Her voice was still hoarse from the screaming.

No Lisa.

Zoey shot up with a heave, propping herself up with an arm against the grass beneath her.

Grass?

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Thunk.

The floor creaked beneath her feet. Distant, metallic screeches echoed through her skull, almost drowning out her muted humming. Her small fingers tightened around the fragile glass of the cup she held, unwilling to let it come shattering to the floor. A dim corridor terminated her path ahead—three doors. Faint voices echoed from behind the one to her left.

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64 Bits made this..... AND IT'S FUCKING AWESOME!!!