To be fair I never really left. All I did was take a break from writing ABFOT so I can work on some other projects.
So ABFOT isn't on a hiatus anymore?
Well no, it's still on its hiatus.
Why?
Because my current project has my hands full.
What is it?
Hello again!
I come with a new story, called Five Times Twilight Saved a Friend. Here is the description:
Twilight is Equestria's rock. As the newest and most popular princess, everyone's looking to her for everything from advice to fashion trends. Sometimes, she still has nightmares from her and her friends' various adventures, but she has to stay strong. For Equestria.
An oknytt stands by the edge of your door, an ear lent to hear the building speak, it sees the lone light through the glass pane, a flicker that means ill.
An oknytt through the gaps does soar, the untended flame it seeks, once found extinguished by a slap of its winding tail, a silent sigh as all fall still.
An oknytt wanders through the rooms, observing the slumbering gathering, spent it reckons.
An oknytt, satisfied, departs to snowy looms, Wanders homewards, through starlight's beckons.
Stars are wondrous things, but you know all about them already. Will there ever be a time where you know more than you can learn? How many lifetimes would you have to experience? How many roads would you traverse, before you learned all you desired of life?
Funny thing, desire, we believe it is a sensation that will be satisfied once we acquire the object of our want. However, desire is ever present, it only changes what it projects upon.
Wednesday, May 15th
Chapter 8 Excerpt:
A week had passed, and Twilight thought that she had come to to terms with her silly crush and tossed it aside. It had been nothing more than her appreciating how good the suit made him look, nothing more. At least, that's what she tried to tell herself.
Apple of the Moon's Eye Chapter 1 Excerpt:
Long days, extensive nights, our experiences are warped by our minds, by the way we have experienced. The matters which mean little or a lot, or nothing it all, it still holds impact. Every step leads you close, uneven, pristine, or forgettable.
Happy Filthy Friday, and may you step into the new year in a stride to be remembered~.
Life is not a road. It is not a linear path to travel down, despite an uncountable myriad possibilities lay nestled between each edge of the path. We do not walk the road, we have been to every part of it, and yet experiencing it for the first time. We craft our own understating of reality through the lens of our ones perspective, a perspective molded by ourselves, and tinted by communion, relations, experiencing, the collective minds blotting out enough of the world that the negative space
Whelp, looks like I changed my name to "HybridSoldier"
Pretty cool, right??
Anyway, I posted a new chapter of "Stick 'N Move"! Check it out here!
And, oh yeah, still thinking of my new story.
Caio!
Howdy howdy. I've gotten a new story up, written for Krazy's Warm and Fuzzy Feelings event, and I'm predictably here to hype it up a bit.
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But I also have a new story for you! I wrote it on my third day of quarantine. Which is, uh, today.
Please stay safe. This is a threat.
-Icy
Alrighty, since this may or may not end up revealing some major plot points for once the reboot is launched, I'm gonna put all of this behind a page break. Click "read more" to read more. :P
While threading the road of life, whether in the warm or cold grey light, we will pick up luggage; ballast we carry with us, that weigh us down.
As time goes on, it grows. Guilt, anxiety, and other ailments. Carried for too long, and their scent will grow rotten. But by that point we do not notice its smell, we are used to it.
It is only when we acknowledge that we carry this luggage, that we can discard it. While the scent will linger, the journey will be lighter.
For how long can you claim a role in the story?
If your significance declines and you see the others carry on, how long do you convince yourself that you are still important. Your presence has value.
For how many times do you see them require less and less, and your arguments fall shallow on ears twisted away from your words.
Surely, your presence has value...
It surely does, but perhaps in your story, instead of theirs.
Happy Filthy Friday~.
We also have a new story going up today, where Pinkie Pie herself appears to rescue a dear friend from the clutches of dreadful bureaucracy. Quite a filthy one this week, but lovely a goofy at the same time~.
Restraint is a skill one learns. Restraint remains a constant through a life, a hidden variable to all. When young, exploring what is hidden brings the greatest adventures. Thus, we push our capabilities, until we reach the limits and find the restraints. However, then we might just try again. A new angle, another method, testing the limits and surpassing them. With age comes wisdom, and one can distinguish ones restraints. Thus, we do not test them, we merely accept them. Despite their nature
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I saw them far away, they did not consider me at first. I had seen such many times, and they became but a fleeting image passing the balcony of my senses.
Yet, something curious happened: they saw me.
I wasn't prepared for this, why would I be? I had seen them days on end, and we had both carried on. I still would, if not for the gaze that met me. They made me stop, they made me think, to consider them. As I imagined, they considered me.
Well, I did it. Now I'm telling you my followers and maybe outside that I am rewriting my story Smooth Criminal and the first chapter is published today in August 26, 2019.
I made a blog about this last week or something.
What trouble us can easily stack up, and when you have your gaze aimed forwards, you miss the luggage which weigh you down. However, many of us know it is there, we simply tell ourselves that we can handle it.
For some weights this is true, but if we use the excuse enough, soon we pick up and carry everything, unable to leave any worries behind us.
Acknowledge your weights, and they can be lifted.
Wish you all a Fun Filthy Friday~.
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