Send help · 3:40am Sep 7th, 2017
I have an addiction to alliteration and I can't stop. I keep reading obscure thesauruses for words like 'exilience' so that I can alliterate better.
There was a swell of silence—could silence swell, Flurry wondered—but the silence was only the forerunner of the coming flood. Deafening applause filled the room, a sound so overpowering that Flurry went swimmy-headed and her vision fuzzed over. All around her was endless sound, a constant celebratory cacophony that made her alicorn ears ache.
Mascara ran and there were many joyful, tearful faces on those overcome by exultation. When Flurry looked up at Sumac, she saw a most worrisome sight indeed, as the colt appeared to be cracking under the pressure of having become the center of attention. As ponies looked on in blissful elation, in exuberant, excited exilience, Sumac seemed to be seized with some kind of terrifying manic delirium. He had a crazed aspect about him that was rather frightening.
Ooh, he had the same kind of face twitchies as Auntie Twilight before she snapped.
My writing has slowed down to a crawl so that I might go off on tangents of alliteration. I have a sickness, send help.
Band together, all, and we will wean a wayward writer off a wicked writing weakness.
Quick watch a presidential speech!! That el help kill your ability to thick coherently.
Some writers are beyond help...
there is no cure or alliterations. least nothig that are legal.
Eh, why not...
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