Hey, remember that one time I said something along the lines of "Oi! The next chapter will just sorta pop out in a week or so!"? Remember? Yeah, well, that was going to happen, but then there were things. I will not elaborate on the things, but they were definitely were there, and they kept me from doing what I should have been doing: producing pony literature.

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With much love to you patient people, I give a tidbit.

“Do you know what we need here, Wing Commander?”

“N-No, My Lord.”

“Music.” Claws snapped in the night, and Wing Commander Sho’ani suddenly found herself on her hind legs, gripping a violin between her dark, perforated hooves. “Play for your soldiers, Commander.”

“B-Bu, My Lo—”

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Eyo! I am alive and well, but, due to computer problems, vacation, and more computer problems, the next few chapters of Xenophobia have been a bit slow in production.

I set a choice before you, now:
A. I post what I have--which is actually quite a bit, with a workable ending for the chapter--and bring you the what's left of my current updating orgasm in due time.

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Soon? No clue.

A voice, soft and lilting, invaded the void.

“Jay-Jay?”

“Yeah?”

“What did Sister May mean… about the ‘restructuring’ thing? That it would involve the ‘entirety of the institution’?”

Jer lay back, head punching a small divot in the dune below him. He looked up at the night sky—the twinkling blanket never ceasing to amaze him—and scratched his chin in thought.

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Changelings buzzed frantically around the courthouse—over, around, through—in a sporadic, black orbit. They perched on trellis and bulwark and ledge, flitting about in eager, swelling anticipation.

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I'm not bitter :P

I've been working hard with what time I've had, but nonetheless I feel like giving you wonderful people something to read.

So here, an excerpt from the next chapter of Xenophobia.

Steps. Raymond hated steps.

Infinite, angular and sharp they stretched, impeding the progress of many a generation fleeing people. There were always too many to climb—or too few to distance oneself from a pursuer. Exercise-be-damned...

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Love that song...

Anyway, those of you who are tracking "Kaleb's Critters"? The site refuses to acknowledge the updates I make, and as such, it was never bumped to the front or added to your update lists or any a' that. So thar she blows.

Updates for my other stories--Wilson, Xenophobia, etc.--are pending as this whole FIMfiction-hating-my-guts thing is resolved.

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What am I even doing anymore?

Prepare your anus.

Hey All,

Been awhile, huh? Sorry 'bout that. Got work to do and such, so writing has been on the back-burner for awhile. As a reward for your patience (and a reassurance of writings to come) here is a preview of Chapter 12.

Enjoy!

Screams echoed into the courtyard from the city below. Not the “Oh, Mommy! Look at the Royal Guards” kind of screams, or even the barely frightened “Nightmare Night” level wails. These were cries of unimaginable pain and terror and fright.

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