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1w, 4dProportionality1 comments · 62 views
Twilight knew the percent chance of her flipping heads as she idly tossed a bit up into the air--49.467398% when she took the slight weight difference of the two sides of the coin into consideration. She did not know the percent chance of her bored flip casually deflecting a ninja star into the tabletop in front of her.
The bit whizzed away, like a slug ejected from a rifle.
"Uh--" she stammered to the shopkeeper, "you just saw that, didn't you?"
"Nah missh," he spat back.
"You didn't just see that. That ninja star."
"Nah missh. I don't shell ninja shtars."
"It hit the bit I had tossed in the air. It made a--" she made a click with her tongue, a poor imitation of the sound of sharpened steel colliding with soft copper. "You didn't see that."
"You're staring right at me."
"Nah missh. Impolite to shtare."
"There's a ninja star embedded in your stall," she said, pointing triumphantly at the small chunk of metal wedged between knots in the wood.
The shopkeeper looked down at the ninja star with a look of vague distaste, as if Twilight had just spat it onto his table. He turned and grabbed a marker. Before Twilight could ascertain what he was up to, he slapped a blank sticker onto the protruding weapon and scribbled, "For sale!" on it.
"Are you serious?" Twilight moaned.
"Would you like to buy a ninja shtar?" the shopkeeper asked. "I'll part with it for just one bit."
Another ninja star whizzed in from the right and hit the shopkeeper in the shoulder. He grumbled, "Shhhhit," and went down. Twilight was almost relieved.
Small details make stories seem large. Don't forget!
I'm working, I swear! New stories soon.
8w, 1dRockabye Bandy0 comments · 42 views
I'd like to take a moment to share a song with you. It's a nice song. It's happy. It helps.
13w, 5dBandy Goes to College, Vol. 18 comments · 65 views
No, I didn't drink the kool-aid. I've just gone to college! Moving in and starting classes and having those little panic attacks where you don't know whether or not you're throwing your life away over a useless degree have been somewhat taxing, but I've been able to find time to write in between dying on the inside and finding ways to excuse not eating to save money.
I present an Acreuballian amount of vernacular, all set to the bop on the top stylings of John Coltrane.
This will be loosely connected to the cannon of a larger, future project. Stay tuned!
Happy Sunday, and go Bulldogs!
18w, 3dBirthday day7 comments · 78 views
Happy Wednesday to me!
24w, 5dOn Regraduationing4 comments · 78 views
It happened, probably by accident. I passed my calculus class by four percentage points, and I got my diploma. Before I prostrate myself before the mighty gods of Student Loans and prepare myself for the inevitable kick in the financial testicles, I'd like to look back and briefly (thank God) reflect. Grab a drink, kiddies, and let uncle Patrick serenade you with my anticlimactic, if not cathartic, not-horse-words.
You guys all know me as a writer. I identify as a writer. That's awfully cool. Writing has helped me get through the tougher parts of these years. Shame I didn't discover it sooner. Two and a half years after starting my first fanfiction about an OC alicorn with a mysterious and tragic past, I'm editing a real-life honest to goodness novel that might even become a book one day. I've gotten a lot better since I started, and I view it as my greatest accomplishment to date. That, and not drowning when I was two. Thanks for the tips and tricks (and for my aunt, who dragged me out of the pool).
I was gonna write a lot more sappy crappy emotional stuff about how grateful I am and how much you all mean to me, but then I realized how silly that would be. The best way to show my appreciation would be to continue writing. That's how I know you as: readers. And friends.
See you around, and happy Monday.