Hey there!
As we all know, quarantine can get boring, lonely or just depressing. But we have to try and get through this! So I'm staring this challenge for you to express any creative thought flowing through your head.
Keep in mind this is not a competition and it's simply a challange.
If your not interested and just need something to read, well (I mean, you are on a site that produces hundreds of thousands of fics a day) then you can read all the things people write here.
RULES
- All normal site rules apply
- No hate on others stories
- Don't spam folders with the same story
- And please, no hate. Life is already hard as it is.
As I said before, this isn't a competition. It's a challenge, meaning no prizes. Sorry to disappoint.
But don't do this for the money, do it for entertainment.
You can write about anything!
Like comedy, horror, drama, slice of life, etc.
So go out there and write! Let your little brony hearts run wild!
*insert crazy twily emoji*
It was accepted! You can see it here https://www.fimfiction.net/user/358355/hector+dabullio/stories
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Wow, that sounds like an interesting read.
I made one about Scootaloo where she was an orphan that lived in a cardboard box and the box was magical. She became trapped in another dimension and the box turned into Noahs ark and saved one of each alien species in the galaxy from the mind bending horror of the unknowing.
May or may not be accepted on this site because everything I write is too original and doesn't follow the rules that it has to be about ponies.
Ponies feel like background noise in my stories to, well, the monster made of dead bodies held together with electromagnetism trying to stab you with its tongue made of feces as it screams that it wants to eat your soul.
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https://thestanleyparable.fandom.com/wiki/Dialogue
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Okay, nice story idea!
You can put in it the 'Challenge entries' folder when your done.
This is the story of a man named "Stanley". Stanley worked for a company in a big building where he was Employee #427.
Employee #427's job was simple: he sat at his desk in Room 427 and he pushed buttons on a keyboard.
Orders came to him through a monitor on his desk telling him what buttons to push, how long to push them, and in what order.
This is what Employee #427 did every day of every month of every year, and although others may have considered it soul rending,
Stanley relished every moment that the orders came in, as though he had been made exactly for this job.
And Stanley was happy.
And then one day, something very peculiar happened.
Something that would forever change Stanley;
something he would never quite forget.
He had been at his desk for nearly an hour when he had realized not one single order had arrived on the monitor for him to follow.
No one had shown up to give him instructions, call a meeting, or even say 'hi'. Never in all his years at the company had this happened, this complete isolation.
Something was very clearly wrong. Shocked, frozen solid, Stanley found himself unable to move for the longest time.
But as he came to his wits and regained his senses, he got up from his desk and stepped out of his office.