Chapter 7 Progress Report · 5:45am Apr 2nd, 2013
Fireflies chapter 7 is more or less done. That means that the editors now have some time to do what they do, and then I take their edits into account, and post the chapter up on here.
Oh, and since I'm a nice guy, enjoy this 500+ word sneak peek:
When we walked through the front door I made a quick trip to the kitchen, the once chilled meat already starting to thaw under the midday sun. I didn’t linger very long, though, since I wanted to put some distance between myself and the girls. Tam Tam’s words had cut a bit deeper than I wanted to admit, and I didn’t much feel like sharing with any of them. A quick trip to my bedroom gave me a chance to change into some swim trunks, and a ragged shirt. I grabbed my beach towel as I walked out of my room, and just ten minutes later I had found a nice palm tree to lean against. Rarity had caught my eye as I left for the beach, but she didn’t say anything.
The distant, rhythmic sounds of the waves lulled my thoughts into a sense of calm that betrayed the turmoil within the deeper recesses of my mind. I sighed as I let my head fall back to rest on the trunk of the palm tree. My eyes closed against the glare of the sun, even with my sunglasses on, and so I was plunged into a world of touch, sound, and smell. Taste too, if the faint saltiness of the air counts.
As I relaxed I let my mind run through all the myriad of events that I had dealt with through my life, each one seeming to linger longer than the one before it. It seems to me that for each good thing I do, or that happens to me, there’s some bad thing that happens to outweigh it. But the thing is, I can’t even do anything to stop most of it.
Tam Tam, for instance, knew Rarity. Not something I could’ve stopped. And then, because of their rivalry, I was dragged into it, and forced to endure another threat from the upper crust of Equestrian nobility. Granted, I did earn most of those threats with my actions, but that’s not really the point. Still, none of them had ever thought to throw my winglessness back at me. Even the ones that knew about it had the common courtesy not to bring it up.
Except for Blueblood. But he’s an asshole, so I can understand that...
I took another deep breath, slowly exhaling and trying to relax my body... It didn’t work. I opened my eyes to look down at myself and I noticed with a grimace that I had my hands clenched in the sand, my knuckles turning white under the pressure. With a conscious effort, I unclenched my hands, allowing the fine sand to run between my fingers and form small dunes.
By the Creator, why can’t I get over this?
I adjusted myself until I was lying down, and then I lifted my hands up over my head, simply trying to stretch myself out as much as possible. It made me feel a bit more loose, but it didn’t accomplish much else. I pulled the shirt off my body, allowing Celestia’s pride and joy to shine on my entire form. In this new position I tried, once again, to relax, and this time I had a bit more success. I didn’t feel any real tension coming from my body, but my mind still resisted the attempts at docility.
In other news, the supplements will likely be seeing an addition in the near future.
That's all for now, boyos. Let me know what you think of the sneak peek.
AVANTE!
-Jet Howitzer
Do you know time it is!!
Just kidding can't wait!!