"Never grow a wishbone, daughter, where your backbone ought to be."– Clementine Paddleford
'I am made from the dust of the stars, and the oceans flow in my veins: here I hide in the heart of the city, like a stranger coming out of the rain.'
"Writing is easy. All you do is stare at a blank sheet of paper until drops of blood form on your forehead." ~Gene Fowler
I write about small pastel-colored ponies and do bad things to them. Ask me about anything, I love talking about my stories even more than writing them.
Warning. Prolonged exposure may result in: Insanity, Eye Hemorrhaging, Rational Fear.
Something isn't beautiful because it lasts.
Amateur writer and artist, Commander of the 31st Imperial Legions, and devotee of the Princess of the Night.
Just an artist here, but sometimes I write about pony plots.
Saddlesoap Opera is a Canadian Brony who loves to write and read fiction of nearly all kinds.
Thanks, but please don't send me cash "tips." Instead, support this charity: The Fletcher Street Urban Riding Club.
A Little Nonsense Now And Then Is Relished By The Wisest Men.
Author of Science-Fiction and Fantasy novels! Oh, and some fanfiction from time to time.
Hey all, I'm billymorph, a semi-professional writer, self-published author and full-time pony fan. If you enjoy my work, please support me on Patreon!
I write things. Pony things are among the things I write.
Hello there, friends. I've long admired the artistic branch of the Brony community, so I decided, "You know what? I'm sure no one will mind if I contribute something myself." Let the adventure begin.
I write lots and lots of horse words; everything from comedy to drama. If you like what I write, please support me on Patreon.
Just an average insane brony, doing average insane things. Professional Fanfiction Writer and Purveyor, relevant links are on my profile page.
You can't give up your laughter 'cause you're scared of a little pain; rainbows won't up the sky unless you let it rain. —Autumn Blaze
Somedays, I sit, looking at the stars. I muse and wonder. I meditate and reflect. And I find the miracle in a new day of life. Especially since I swallowed so much glass the day before.
The reason I write is because I want to read a story written for myself. One day, I want to read one of my own stories and say to myself "That is the best story I have ever read."