The Pi (and other very random stories)

by Sir Squidfish


Le Mane Thang, part sicks

Twilight sighed. “Look, the point is that something is wrong here. My mane is too heavy on one side. Why? And how? And why?”

Spike paced back and forth. “For the last time, Twilight, I don’t know. I was given to you as an egg—

Hold on. She was talking to Applejack.

Yes.

And now she’s talking to Spike, presumably in the library.

Yes.

Okay.

Okay.

Fine.

Fine.

Don’t you think—

Look, this is a crappy story, okay? And I feel bad for not updating it or posting any new stories in so long, so I decided to try. Can you blame me for trying?

Look, Squiddy, I appreciate what you’re trying to do. But you can’t intentionally publish poor writing just for the sake of publishing something. You wanna write something awful, go ahead. But don’t post it.

You’re right… you’re right, okay? The words just aren’t coming, I haven’t written in forever, and I’m kinda tired of this whole ‘writers’ block’ thing.

So why don’t you let someone else write instead?

What, like a ghost writer?

Not exactly. Look at all those nice people. I mean, look at ‘em. Beautiful people.

Yeah… yeah, they are. Hello pretty people.

So here’s the deal…