Why try to polish a turd? · 2:42am Feb 23rd, 2016
See, I keep trying to think of various ways to rewrite or remaster my stories (besides Buried Alive, of course). But, every time I do, I realize I would have to completely do over everything, start from scratch. It's frustrating, because I want to have some kind of level of quality on this account.
Somebody said once that you should leave old things alone, and make new things with the new things you've learned. Don't quote me, because that was advice taken from here.
Well, let me get to it. You people don't follow me for my charm. I think I cringed writing that, honestly. Fuck, I'm a tool.
Here's a small peek at The Unending Days Of The Curse. Copied straight from the prologue:
The mare approached the towering figure that guards the throne, which was empty at the moment… The princesses have gone missing, and the Mane Six has been searching for them for several weeks, non-stop. Even the Gryphon Kingdom has offered their own support on the matter, aiding in the search of the royal sisters. It’s times like these that force her to make decisions like this. Hopefully, it'll answer, they could use its help in finding Her Majesty, and surely it would want to? Supposedly, it has been by their side for longer than anyone can remember, maybe even the princesses? Does it even know?
Closing her eyes, and inhaling and exhaling for a few moments, she took time to gather her muddled thoughts, and herded them all into one big pen that had one goal in mind: Make this thing talk. How she could do that when almost everyone in her regiment has tried and failed, she doesn't know; but she'll try damnit. Besides, how hard could it be to solicit a response from a seven-foot-tall creature made from unbreakable armor, that’s old as Equestria, if not older? Can't be too hard, right?
“Uh… Hello? You, uh, alive in there? I’m Private Key, perhaps you've seen me around? Maybe you remember my grandmother, Broken Lock?”
She noticed an obvious shift of its posture, the sound of rusted and scorched armor grinding against itself. Particles of rust and even ember drifted to the ground as its head moved downwards to face the pony. The creature made her seem like an ant, and she felt herself cowering into the ground… But, she did get a reaction out of it. Perhaps talking to it can be accomplished, as long as she says a few key words, the mare thought as cheeky smile sneaking onto her face.
As for Buried Alive, well, can't really figure out what I want to do with that part, in particular. It's quite difficult.
I might be working on something else, as well.
Particularly speaking, I try to avoid changing my old stories. I don't know, maybe it's just me, but I suck at re-writing stuff.
Every time I try to do so, I end up frustrated.
I mean I like any stories you do. Don't matter if you change it or write a new one. I'll always like what you write. I do see one or two spelling errors BUT THATS OK! I still like them
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Yeah, I noticed them and went back and fixed them. I'm skimming through so I can submit it. It will be most likely be up tomorrow, unless I have a change of heart.
3772343 well if you do have a change of heart tomorrow. That's A-Ok with me