Back from the final Bronycon, more on that later. In the meantime, enjoy some horsewords. Bonus points for reading aloud.
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Beneath a blackened sky, the pale milky moon cast a pallid glow across lands steeped in shadow. A sea of muted grey from mountains thrust high, to plains fertile and fallow.
So here I was, minding my own business. I can't get two lines into a new story without having to stop and try to figure out a cooler sounding name than "Castle of the Two Pony Sisters"
The hot humid musk of Baltimore suffocates you like God's enormous unwashed ballsack the moment you step out the door. A sea of brick beckons the journey of a thousand steps between the gleaming glass zoo of migratory humans and the organic hive of stone and streets known as Charm City. You put your best foot forward, feeling it stick slightly against the pervasive brownish ichor of
(Wrote a few thousand words today. Here's some of them. CH16 inbound)
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It was a slow day in Ponyville.
It couldn't be fast enough for Scootaloo.
The wind whipped through her fuchsia mane as the grass receded behind each sharp stamp of her hooves. Her short wings buzzed as they bit into the air, pushing herself with every erg of energy she could muster.