Preview for a thing that is slowly but surely being written and might possible be related to Xenophilia in some way. · 2:37pm Mar 13th, 2013
For two things in fact! The next chapter of No Room For Regret is finally coming along. I've re-written this one so any times that I almost forgot what it was like to write anything else and it was starting to get a little silly, writing the same six or seven thousand words over and over again. So away it went and a new direction was chosen.
I'm also going over and finishing off another Xeno side story that I started working on quite some time back. It had potential. It might (and I stress the "might") represent my finally succumbing to the temptation to write clop. As such it'll probably be a horrendous mess of purple prose and mechanistic rubbish with no heart and soul. Or it might be good, or I might just resist and stick to teen-rated stuff like some sort of sensible person.
Previews below the fold:
No Room For Regret - Chapter 3 - But you can't forget the places you've been
The train lurched as it crossed a switch, its wheels hissing and screeching against the last corner of the line approaching Ponyville Station. The motion almost tumbled Twilight from her seat but she held on, never once taking her eyes from the view outside. Never letting them come near Star. Suddenly her eyes widened and she stiffened, her ears dropping low alongside her head. Star let her gaze follow Twilight's and found herself staring at a distant figure, loping across the grassy parkland on the outksirts of the town. She grinned.
"Like what you see?"
"How could she possibly consider that–" Twilight Velvet squeezed her eye shut and very deliberately turned her head away from the window.
"Wait until you see him up close, dear," Star replied. She stuck her tongue between her teeth for a moment and wiggled her eyebrows. "Those fingers of his make a minotaur look positively pedestrian."
"Star–"
"And he has extras too. And more on his feet I hear. Wriggling away inside his boots like little worms."
"Stop it!"
Ehh? Ehh?
Falling to the Centre
The hills were silent, or nearly so, the only sound that of the grass as it waved and flowed in a light breeze, golden stalks bobbing and swaying to a rhythm all of their own. From hilltop to hilltop the cloudless sky arched, deep and bright and the heady stink of sun-baked loam filled the air, sweet and bitter all at once.
It was a strange place. A touched place, Lyra thought, and wondered where that thought had come from. Yet she'd always found it relaxing in a way that she could never quite define, a way that had called to her heart the first time she'd set hoof in it. That first time had been just a day or two after her arrival in Ponyville, when she'd gone out to visit the place where the human had been discovered. She'd found something there, a small part of whatever she'd sought her entire life. A kind of–
"Peace."
Lyra's train of thought crashed to a halt as Lero flopped unceremoniously down next to her in the long grass. He plucked at the greenery, idly tearing a few stalks from the ground with his fingers and generally fiddling with the plantlife. Another stalk was jammed firmly between his jaws like he was some hayseed on a break. He grinned at her around it, all scary teeth and good spirits.
"Peace?"
"The feeling I get around here. It's very peaceful."
"That's why I come here," she said, not for the first time wondering just what she'd gotten herself into. Just three dates and a lot of encouragement from Bon Bon, of all ponies, and she'd already moved a few personal items into Lero's place. Mostly books, granted; between them, Lero and Twilight seemed determined to read her entire library before the end of the season. Not that she'd complain about shared interests, but she was worried that either they or she would start to feel rushed at some point.
Lero spat out his grass stalk and set about selecting another fat specimen from near his booted feet.
Star really likes antagonizing ponies. Now I want to know what Velvet's problem with worms are, or is it just the thought of multi-jointed digits and some of the things they have done to her daughter.
Both excerpts involved Lero's boots
Is there a common theme I see?
Star is best terrible pony.
Don't fear the purple prose, just have fun with it, and if you decide to take the road that's more fun to travel
just remember to let it flow. This post says it better than I can, but just remember to enjoy your writing revel in the description and emotion, and don't hesitate to ask if you want some help or advice.
914672 Oh the mental images, they burn.
914715 Ponies are all foot fetishists?
914785 Ah yes, the sensualist manifesto...
916061 - maybe ask AnonAuthor for some tips :). The sad thing is he has not logged in for a loooong time
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Write what ya feel comfortable writing, and do it to enjoy doing it. Then everything should come out ok.