Ocean Mist trots back onto the quiet landing.

She idly looks at a wall-cupboard. Even though she knew it couldn’t be in there, she opens the door anyway. She wrinkles her nose at the musty smell from a stack of used dusters.

Under these is a stepladder which she looks at curiously.

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Over-explaining

This has to be the most common writing issue when describing actions.

He ignores me and, with his other hoof, reaches for the handle and turns.

Oh Gawd, it's done. My terrible fic is done. I'm a lil nervous of releasing her, though... it's a very spicy one this time. The intrusive thoughts bodied me for this one.

The time was 11:02 on the 1st of May.

That is the day and time that I ended a drought of new friends since 2008 .

I never hoped nor expected or sought this but, Silks, you are an angel

Bit of a shame I'm not, but there you go

WARNING: SAD

In the morning, in the winter shade
On the first of March, on the holiday
I thought I saw you breathing

All the glory that the Lord has made
And the complications when I see his face
In the morning, in the window


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Still Alive from Portal is still so freaking good

"The half elf pony paladin gains 4 hit points more per level than the werepony bat mage. But your werepony gains two extra abilities on the full moon. Is everypony following?"

WARNING NSFW

"Let me finish my cute G3 fic!"

"Silence! You shall first make a G5 fic, despite you knowing almost nothing about it! It is the perfect plan."

INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS UPDATE!

WE ARE NOW IN CONTROL OF ABRONY. DO NOT BE ALARMED. THIS CAN ONLY BE A GOOD THING

Rhythmic beats

"No, shoo, shoo!"

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