Chapter 13 of Stable-Tec R&D is out. and next story is in the works. · 9:15pm Feb 21st, 2015
With chapter 11, the end was just over the horizon, now with chapter 13, the end is in sight. their is at least two, three chapters to go, but I'm left worried as thing get more chaotic in the story structure. So which me luck, as I try not to derail the story in the end.
Now for the next story that's coming up, "Fallout Equestria: Chumming Waters " It's more or less a string of ideas thrown together. So I might be writing a few chapters before I publish it. I do have a prologue written, but every thing is still a work in progress, right down to the description.
But hell, here's a sample from the prologue, just to give you a taste:
We didn't want to remember, We didn't deserve to remember. Our connection to Unity was gone, no mother to give use directions, or to protect us from ourselves. In her place were memory's we wanted to throw away, we only wanted unity.
Memory forced to the surface as we flew as far as we could. A name, once we were called Prism Paint, and had a cutie mark of a rainbow on canvas. We had never saw a real rainbow, only read it in books, painted it on wall, sang about it to our son. The son we let die. Paintings of rainbows were worthless to the wasteland, but our body was worth enough to feed him. We sould have don better, been a better pony. Memory's of his batter body in our hooves, trying to protect us, good boy, foolish boy. It was all our fault, we let him die, and without him life was not worth living.
The goddess called out to us, understood our pain, promised to take it all away. We embraced her, and in return she took all the pain away, giving us a new body, a new existence. But with our mother gone, Prism Paint would returned. All the pain mother saved us from would returned. We had no wish to be Prism Paint again, we wanted to die as part of unity, not as that sad useless mare.
Our wings were cold and sore from flying for so many days on end. flying so far over equestrian that the clouds and land had gave way to water and clear sky. It expanded as far as our eyes could see, becoming nothing but blue below and above. The day became painfully hot as the golden ball radiated heat down on us, the nights became bitter cold with the silver ball providing light. When clouds did come, they brought warm rain down onto us. It had become clear that we were lost, the perfect place for us to die. Alone and forgotten.
Flying passed the rain, we saw it for the fist time. A rainbow stretched across the sky, far more beautiful then what we had seen in books. It felt like it was calling us, like mother was there telling us to hold on. We had to get closer, we had to touch it with our hooves. Simply looking at it melted away all the pain, made us forget all the bad things. The rainbow became all that mattered...
*Crack*
We screamed, as the pain ripped through our body. We had been shot, we were in the middle of nowhere, and we had been shot. By instinct alone we turned invisible and flew down, saving us from a second shot that would have ended us right there. We had just seen a real rainbow, we could not die just yet until we had touched it.
Below us was a ship, all alone in the water....
Going to sit and read the new chapter now, but I really like what you've got already for your next story!
Seems really well put together so far!
It's more that the beginning and end is well planed out. But everything in between is a bit up in the air. Once I'm done with Stable-Tec R&D, I will be able to put in the time to get the story plotted out for Cumming waters. So look forward to zealot pony pirates. (say that ten times fast)
I've really got to get back to reading and editing this... sorry, exam time makes everything complicated.
2820285 it's ok, it's just too bad nobody responded to my second request for an editor. But I have gotten better at writing, and catching my own errors.