Well hello everyone, long time no see (or type, whatever). I just wanted to tell you about the current state of affairs. As this quarter of school is progressing, classes are finding new and colorful ways of violating any free time that I might possess. Therefore, I have not had time to work on anything new for TYSH, speaking of which... HAPPY BIRTHDAY TYSH! Or sometime around now.
Now I know if you look on the page it says weird dates that I updated, that was me screwing up. Just trust me, I know when my baby was published, I wrote the damn thing. Its been a good year and I would like to thank all of you for your continued support, I'm nothing without my fans and I sure as hell have great ones. Thanks to this story I've met quite a few really awesome people and friends. To all of you who have read this story from day one or are new readers, let me say a sincere "thank you." The feeling I get knowing that there are people out there who are just as emotionally invested in the story and characters as I am, is one of the best feelings ever.
To commemorate this time, I've decided to post the first (unedited) scene of chapter 14. Enjoy!
A few months have passed since winter wrap up, and you were enjoying a pseudo-normal life with Ditzy. Nothing exciting had happened for awhile, much to your content. Dramatic events only made your and Ditzy’s life more complicated, so for the most part it was good to have a break.
You had been busy with work since winter wrap up. With spring showers coming in seemingly random intervals, it was a group effort to get the clouds in position in time. But the start of spring and rain also brought sickness to Ditzy. It wasn’t a serious condition, but it had kept her bed bound for the past week. Today you said that enough was enough, much to Ditzy’s displeasure you were dragging her out of bed to go see Nurse Redheart.
“Don’t make me get up,” Ditzy moaned as she slipped under the covers, being difficult. She weakly clutched the bottom of the mattress in order to prevent you from dragging her out of bed.
“Please get up,” you pleaded, trying to pull her off. Well this has to be the first time I’m trying to get her out of the bed. Suppressing your somewhat-dirty thoughts for the sake of Ditzy’s health, you begged her to get up again. “Sweetie, can you please get up?” you exhaled through gritted teeth as you tried pulling her again.
“No!” she shouted, gripping the mattress even tighter.
“I need you to get out of bed, now!”
“I feel fine!” she shouted in response.
“Good, that means you can get out of bed,” you grunted, trying now to pry her hooves from their grip.
“I don’t wanna!” she yelled at you immaturely.
“You’re so difficult sometimes,” you grunted, straining as you pulled.
“Be nice, I’m sick. Now let me stay in bed.”
“See, you admitted it!” you retorted.
She scowled, unhappy about walking into that verbal trap. “Don’t play mind games with me, mister!”
Giving up momentarily to catch your breath, you leaned against the wall and slid down to the floor. You asked with a hint of futility, “What will it take to get you out of bed?”
“Well,” she thought to herself. “You could, carry me.” She ended the sentence with a large bright smile, uncharacteristic of her current condition. You looked back at her with a defeated expression.
“Is that the only thing that will get you up?”
“And if I try anything else you are going to flop on the bed and stay there until I carry you?”
To thirteen chapters and many more, I wish you all the best.