• Member Since 15th Oct, 2014
  • offline last seen January 29th

Halfpaw


I am handsome. I am talented. I am modest and very honest. Clearly I am gods gift to humanity... just look at the halo hovering above my devil horns... ignore that last part.

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I spread my wings and flew.
My fire dosed by the storm inside of me. I had a family. A small nest to call my own. A home.
And they were all taken from me. Taken by those who feared us. Despised us for what we weren’t.
They had called us a bird of evil. One that had rose from the deepest part of Tartarus. Covered in its hellish flams.
They called us monsters.

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Well... I'm noticing a little bit of mixture of homophones (aloud;allowed. morning;mourning)... but overall nothing jumped out at me as terribly wrong. This felt very stream-of-conscious-y, which I guess was the point. I'd say it didn't feel like it had much of a point, but stories like this kinda don't need one.
It was nice. You get a :pinkiesmile:

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I will try to fix that. Thanks for the advice! And no there was no point for this story. I just felt inspired to write ne on how Celestia meet Philomena.:twilightsheepish:

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