My Progress so Far

Sorry, I haven't kept you guys in the loop for some time now. It's just been a busy week so far. But I do have good news. I have finished up two chapters of the upcoming story "Vacant Niches" and right now am writing about your first day at Canterlot High. After my other fics are high on action, especially "The Rubicon," I hope to dial it down a notch, taking a more Spielberg-esque story that would pay off in the end of the first arc, then I gradually go into my usual style in at least three other story arcs I have in mind.

Here is a section of what I worked on so far. Due note that I have corrected some errors with Grammarly when I posted it here.

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You see the enlarged version of the red dot: a barn and a red house. From the apple trees around it, you could say that this color scheme justifies your view of a picturesque farm. The house you find is where the scent is strongest. Of course you couldn’t just bust through the door and demand the food. Besides, your mom wanted you to make friends. You pedal around the house, going off road to find any such people. The grove you ride through had buckets placed at the trunks of each tree. It didn’t make sense to you, as you find the fruit unripe. You continuously look left and right, but you couldn’t find the owner. Your best chance of finding them is going to higher ground. You pedal harder, climbing up a steep hill. Panting and groaning, your effort is worth the sight presented at the top. In the distance are the mountains, closer to you and as far your eyes can see, the land was covered in apple trees: each bearing a different colored fruit. One patch of trees had green apples, another patch bore yellow apples, between them having red apples. The sight you see, the scent you smell, the birds and wind you hear, this could just as well be a second paradise.

“Okay, Dapplewood, just ease in on the reins.”

Hearing that sound, you lean forward, seeing more of a small lake. Suddenly, you lose your balance, and fall straight into the blue abyss. The force of the dunk filled your nostrils with water, causing you to choke. You try to kick your legs, but in your blind state, you feel your legs bound with your bike. You use your scrawny arms as a last resort. The strain on your muscles, and lack of air, proved too much. Just one day away from your first day in High School and your life is about to end. The last object you see is a bright light in an otherwise dark pool.

Then you feel a sudden pull your shirt, flailing your arms and legs. Your body breaks the surface, the influx of air causing your cough water and snot while you feel your feet drag along the sand.

“Hand me the blanket.” You hear before feeling something hairy wrap around you. Wheezing one last time, you open your eyes to strange company. Before you was the yellow skinned male with violet head and facial hair you met on your drive here, and the boy who stared at you sitting on the back of a heavily built horse compared to the one you raced. The new face between them was much taller than the two of them, reaching to the height of the horse’ withers. He had pink-red skin, orange hair, and green eyes (though they do have a shade like grass when looking at the younger, yellow and violet man next to him). Seeing the yellow one lean down, you try to keep calm at any question he might throw at you.

“You all right, kid?”

My deadlines should be more relaxed by the end of October after a series of animation related schoolwork I have to do.

That's pretty much what I have to say today. Take care.