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There was something sinister behind those smiles. Anything excited to be eaten wasn’t trustworthy.
I fully agree with that line.
I feel as if i have wasted 2 minuts of my life I'll never get back.
Like Goldfish, these are very small and easily digestible. Like Goldfish, they hold a sinister secret. Like Goldfish, they are pleasant but do not quite satisfy.
Moar. ![]()
Ah, microfics. Something I've always wanted to try my hand at.
Good reading. Things like this are nice exercises for the brain.
okay...all I got was that it's Scoots and her dad. no revelation at the end....I'm confused![]()
Apart from making me quite hungry for some goldfish, that was very entertaining. :D
Groovy.
Also, yes, it's terrible how the freakin' things take over. Like some sort of mind-virus.
Did you call me?
No! Now go away, darn it!
I can't! I'm insiiiiideeee yooouuuuu!
...I think I'll go curl up in a corner and cry. ...After I write a few thousand more words.
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Poetry?
this story really confuses me, what happened to the goldfish?
So what, is this some sort of vignette collection?
They're nice, but some indication would have been great. I hate vignettes. They always leave me so damn unsatisfied, because they're usually just a brief moment of conflict, and maybe a twist to finish it off. There's rarely any sort of resolution.
*Literary snob* ![]()
Core, don't update when I don't have internet. Seriously. I'll cut you. After a bit of stammering.
I have never agreed more with a poem more in my life. Except for that one with the yo-yos
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I clicked weak and weary,
Thru many a vile and bilious image on slash-b of yore,
Amidst the trolling, tired and phony, suddenly I saw a pony,
With noodly arms like macaroni, and a pastel-hued decor.
"'Tis some anime," I muttered, "with those big eyes that I deplore -
Only this, and nothing more."
Yet so great was all my sadness, I was seized with sudden madness,
despite the years of pony badness, for a torrent of that mare.
Fast I turned to pirate scheming, for some Youtube channel streaming,
to the phosphor dimly gleaming, vector art from everywhere.
Rainbow-coloured pony gladness, in the monitor's flickering glare.
"Just one show, and nothing more."
And the ponies, always grinning, now I fear are just beginning
To drive my feverish brain to spinning ponyfictions evermore.
And my eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is scheming,
And the lamp-light o'er me streaming throws my shadow on the floor;
Pointed ears and nostrils flaring, in my shadow on the floor.
Ponified forevermore!
Hah. Loved the anticlimax. Is Tyco just a random name or is Tyco a character from something other than this little fic?
Just like the crackers, these micro stories are best when consumed by the handful
. Thank you for fueling my addiction to pastel equines.
Your writing is lovely.







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