Flash Fiction #5---July 24th 2023--Monday

So...I had another version that in my opinion... was even spicier but, oh, well...I also am experimenting with adding back story into my stories more...organically? Yes? Like I know I am great at vivid description and I have character voices and some good bones but, adding more to that can get confusing some times, you know? Like, if you already like what you write...how do you add more without ruining it? Also, transition's word's? Those are a thing? (I kidding!)

So...my original version only took me about thirty seven minutes! (In sprint's of varying length's, mind.) I am really proud of myself. (It is very spicy stuff.) Technically, the one your getting is the edited version with transition word's used after getting AI to repeatedly review my stuff. (The chopped sentence throughout was my idea. ; ) )

Remember! if you don't apply what it's saying...over and over...(Though, some of it is kind of bogus! I like my- tall flames lick the dark sky away.)

I think what it is...I like using the AI but, I don't and can't let it do my thinking (I am not a dum-dum) for me and other then the very obvious line? Where is the line? I guess I am still figuring how to use this thing...

Onward to the story!!!

Also! Horror/Suspense ahead and some graphic imagery! You have been warned!!!

Curse you, formatting issues!!!

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It flays the sky.

She-

And, then, It breach’s the atmosphere, and with it beginning to burn- tall flames lick the dark sky away. Noise, static fuzz oozes in her mind and-

“Wha-Wha-what are you?”

After, Celestia’s, head burst from her long sheet’s. Her room lay’s in shadow, no moon stain’s the ink of the sky, only a bright, bright-

“KNOW AND BE JUDGED.”

Accordingly, It was word’s and not-word’s, it was the canterlot voice but, spoken by her mother’s past her death. It was a thousand year’s alone but, for the company of mortal’s that in that single, breathless, eyes wide, wide, wide moment...was not enough. It was beginning her rule,ten generation's ago...at the jab of her mother's murder and her people were divided into three tribes and she was alone.

Al-

“-YOU WILL BE JUDGED AND BE FOUND WANTING. I WILL FIND WHAT I DESIRE AND NONE SHALL STOP ME.”

Therefore, She vomit’s. Carrot soup expels from her mouth. Dripping. Oozing. White onion break up the tapestry of orange. Gagging, her head throb’s, her tongue feel’s like a griffon’s sausage. She needed to get up. Needed to get moving. Her sister would-

“SUBJECT DELTA NINE ZULU, I HAVE ARRIVED AND SOON…”

was

Nonetheless, Celestia sob’s, tear’s fall, and she can feel vomit and snot rolling down her face and shes crying and crying and-

“Soon-” And, the voice, the word’s were there between the sob’s, the vomit, and the voice that in that moment she knew ,it, IT, WAS THERE WITH HER! It’s breath was the whine of fan to old to die, It was the day she had fallen and broken her foreleg. It was a memory of before...before she was..._her..._she was-

“Delta Nine, we will be face...to face…”

“We will be together again…My Child.”

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Afterword, Shivering, as static flood’s her vision and the sound, the sound of hoove step’s , no...foot-_step’s, some how by presence or by deed..._she remembered…remembered something from before...before...she was born-before she...was…

CLICK

shattered.

And, it was then that Celestia of the day, ounce the earth pony named Celery Root, Oath-Sister to one Luna the moon, ounce the pegasus, Good Mind, awoke, awoke to the world and the dark, and her room, knew in that moment with the sound of moaning windigo wind’s howling _outside the castle she called home...that she may never sleep...again.