I'm Still Alive · 6:01pm May 7th, 2022
Hello, readers!
It's been a while since y'all have heard from me, and I apologize for that. I really did need this hiatus to plan things out and believe me, I'm hard at work making these next cases the best that I can be. I'm about two-thirds finished with Case 23, and we're probably looking at publishing starting up again by June at the latest.
I want to thank you all for sticking with me during this downtime. I appreciate your patience, and a lot of the very kind comments that you've been leaving have just about made my day. You're the best!
As a reward for your patience, and to prove that I'm working, I'll leave you with this brief extract from an upcoming chapter. Hope it piques your interest!
This water was beyond frigid; despite the gentle warmth that pervaded through their swimsuits, the cold assailed the exposed skin around their faces like thousands of tiny needles of ice.
And it was dark, almost unnaturally so; the glow from their own artificial lights seemed pathetically dim in comparison to the empty shadows all around them. Beyond the boundaries of their lamps was an unsettling void of perfect nothingness, and the more Daring looked, the more that she thought she saw dark shapes twisting and writhing beyond the edge of her vision, as if taunting her.
She shook it off. It was just her mind playing tricks on her.
A dark shadow beneath them slowly began to resolve into a shape, reluctantly pulled from the depths by the light of their headlamps. The old wooden brigantine lay on the port side, over a hundred feet from end to end; the masts had all snapped off and lay scattered about it, tattered remnants of the sails and riggings still clinging to them like sinew on ancient bones.
Daring swam to the bow of the ship, the tingling she felt in her hooves not related to the cold of the depths. Only a part of the bowsprit remained, ending in a jagged break like a snapped tooth; the figurehead beneath was nearly unrecognizable beneath the barnacles and slime that had overtaken the wood. Squinting at the wood through her lamp, she carefully brushed aside some of the undersea detritus to behold a name in faded but still legible lettering.
Merry Celestia.
I'll be seeing you soon! Hope that you enjoy the continuing adventures of Phillip Finder and Daring Do!
Here's to still being alive. :)
Here's to still being alive. XD
Being alive is a plus! I was just thinking about Ponyville Noir yesterday, and it's nice to see it's still in progress
That certainly is good news!
Looking forward to it