Not Dead Blog - Preview Post of New Story · 7:16am Feb 9th, 2016
Checking in to say I'm not dead (even though I already made a blog post like, a few days ago).
Here's to me not being dead. In the meanwhile, enjoy a small blurb of a rough draft of a new story I'm working on.
Dust blinked once, choosing to center his attention to the more sensible mare. “I don’t get it.”
“And you probably never will,” Star finalized, before turning to the radio to turn it up.
Suddenly, there was a swarm of hoofsteps coming from the outside hall. Star, Mic, and Dust, all turned to the door to catch Winter Carol sprinting in, full ski gear, boots and all, still adorned. She was covered in fresh snow which was melting quickly onto her coat, her mane blown astray in a stormy mess.
“Star! Star!” she cried, out of breath, falling to the ground before Star. Carol looked up, and Star spotted her friend’s red eyes with tears trailing down her cheeks. Star’s eyes widened.
“What? What’s wrong?” Alpine Star asked, lowering her head and putting a hoof on Carol’s shoulder.
“Oh, everything’s awful! Basement Jazz went riding out in the weather!” Carol said, sniffling.
“What?” Star shouted in disbelief. “Really? Why?”
“It was those dumb Powder fillies!” Carol accused. She tried to wipe some of the tears out of her eyes. “T-They had some kind of bet, and Jazz went outside to prove a point! H-His friends caught me at the backcountry outpost and told me what happened!”
“Who’s Basement Jazz?” Dust asked from behind.
“Carol’s baby brother,” Star quickly explained, looking over her shoulder for her answer. She returned to Carol, putting on her game face. “Where did he go?”
“He went down the Great White Divide!” Carol cried, unable to control her voice, more wetness falling down from the bottom of her eyelids.
“What? What was he doing on peak three?” Star questioned aloud.
“H-He was challenged to ride all the way down to Orange Station!” Carol sobbed. “You gotta help me find him!”
It's a snowboarding story. One shot. Adventure genre. Hopefully it'll be fun, but it's a bit long for my style. That's what I get for trying to write a one-shot.
Still writing pony.exe stuff. Don't worry. It's just very, very, very slow.
