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SundayA Project of Great Ambition16 comments · 73 views
Alright, guys. I've got a little favor to ask a few of you.
Well, actually, a big favor.
See, I've got a lot of stories, written over the course of two and a half years (and going). Naturally, there's a general incline of quality. But there are also several spots of... not quality. As someone who is trying to clean stuff up and improve himself for the future, I want to be able to learn from the past.
But I can't do it all by myself, because I'm biased. So I'd like to ask any of you who would be willing to help me comb through my catalog to send me a PM, so I can talk to you in depth about what I want to get done: as a basic overview, I want you to help go through every one of my stories, and try and assess the quality. This WILL mean a lot of reading, and this WILL mean that a lot of these stories are going to be pretty bad.
It's ambitious, but I think we can do it. I'll be selecting the first couple of people to respond, but seeing as this project is rather daunting and time consuming, I don't expect there to be a ton of takers. So if you DO want to help out with this, your chances of getting in are pretty damn high.
For those of you who don't have time for that kind of thing, or just don't want to do it, it would be nice if you left me a comment about stories you did like, and what you felt went right, and about stories you didn't like, and what you felt went wrong.
Feedback is very important to me, so I really appreciate you guys for taking time to do something like this, even if it's only five minutes to post about why "All That Sparkles" is a terrible, edgy crapfest
FridayThe Long Wait Is Over6 comments · 42 views
Yes, it's true! Some Love has updated! And it's a double whammy!
On the off chance the five people who are left invested in this story care, I really appreciate you guys sticking it out over the past month. I've been having a bit of a rough time academically and mentally, and with things starting to clear up, I'm hoping I can return to a few updates a week. I've got all of school off next week, so I'll be sure to shoot off a couple of chapters then.
Thanks, you guys.
WednesdayBlog Bandwagon40 comments · 223 views
Tittysparkles and Rainbowbob have already posted about this
but just to make sure that it reaches maximum awareness
you know those Cards Against Equinity fics? Those Cards Against Humanity crossovers where some ponies are playing the game?
Yeah don't write those, please
I won't force you
but they are not funny
the humor in CaH comes from PLAYING the game. It comes from the spontaneous combinations and the collective of people trying to be as horrible as possible. It doesn't work when you write up a bunch of your own lame ones, and then shoehorn ponies playing them and having "super ebin reactions! XD"
it's not funny. If you write them, then you're not funny.
Please, if you do write one, at least tag it as a "tragedy" to properly reflect the situation
1w, 3dUpdate On Some Love5 comments · 54 views
Since we're coming close to a month without any updates, I figured I owed you some new on it.
Newest chapter is about 2/3rds done, so hopefully it will be finished either tomorrow or the day after. It's going to be significantly darker than the story so far, and it might actually throw a few people. I dunno, I can't say too much or else spoilerz and all that jazz.
After I get this done, I'm hoping I can return to daily or every-other-day updates for the fic. The development is going along nicely, and things are just starting to pick up. Plus, I've got a really neat double-layer climax, one in about 6 chapters, and the other towards the end of the fic, along with a lot of plot points and (some) answers to previously presented issues.
Anyway, thanks for bearing with me guys. I'm glad you all like it so much.
I actually feel proud of this fic, because it's something that's bigger than the stuff I usually write, and it's more of a commitment. I feel like... it's going someplace, you know?
Whatever, I'm just gushing now. Stay tuned for the next update...
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Since our school still thinks we're in seventh grade, we get vocabulary words in English and have to write sentences showing the meaning. While I don't really mind this, since learning is the fucking tightest thing ever, and I love being able to flaunt my large vocabulary around the plebs in my class, sometimes it does get tedious and boring. So last week, when we had Halloween-themed words, our teacher had us write a story. This was mine:
Where I Fell
As I ran down the hill, damp grass clinging to my shoes as I sped towards the bottom, I heard a bloodcurdling shriek. That's when I knew they got her.
I slammed into a headstone when I reached the bottom, my leg splitting open with pain as I tumbled to the ground, rolling sideways. I clutched my bruising shin in agony.
As I pulled myself to my feet, a limp now in my gait, I heard the disembodied voice that had followed us here boom over the land.
I stumbled forward, tears of mixed pain and frustration rolling down my cheeks. I felt as though a cauldron of rage was seething in my chest, threatening to bubble over at any moment. I couldn't shout, though—that's how they find you.
As I walked between the gravestones, a repugnant smell filled my nostrils. I stepped through the chilling mist that hung above the ground, and nearly stumbled right into the source of the stench. A large pit, half full off partially decayed corpses, stood before me. The smell emanated from the pit, wafting up in hideous plumes. I braved a glance downward, and immediately regretted doing so.
There he was, looking just as I had seen him last, not but a half and hour ago. He was rent head to toe, but still recognizable. Just as I had seen him, moaning for help as he was dragged off into the underbrush.
It was truly gruesome, the sight of a former friend like this. I turned away from the macabre scene, limping off in another direction.
There was a distant scream.
I tried to limp faster, but the pain shot up my leg into my back, hammering on my spine. I grunted as I fell forward next to a large statue of an angel, moss laden and weather worn with age.
I looked up from the mud and saw her, pressed up against the angel, evidently hiding from the ones who were undoubtedly coming from my direction, following me. She looked down at me, breathing heavily, and opened her mouth.
I shook my head slowly, grasping the side of the statue's base, pulling myself up. One of them appeared not a moment later, standing there in silence, obscured by the mist even though it was no more than five feet away from us.
We both looked at it, shaking in silence, not even daring to breathe. I expected the specter of Death, scythe in hand, to come and snatch me away. But there was no specter, no wraith, no light, no nothing; just it, standing there, waiting for one of us to make the first move.
It swept up to her, and eviscerated her just as I was no longer able to support myself, falling face first into the moist earth. I heard her gasp softly, followed by the voice that had always come after
It left me where I fell.