Moon Beams Tonight · 2:15am Jul 13th, 2019
This week, we continue with the chronicles of the unfortunate Changeling, though this time, they are going on new ventures. Another chapter opens, and we will see what fate he shall be lead to.
This week, we continue with the chronicles of the unfortunate Changeling, though this time, they are going on new ventures. Another chapter opens, and we will see what fate he shall be lead to.
Perhaps what awaits us is pleasant? A notion often dismissed by those who have thought deep on the topic. It grows all the more pleasant, the less we know about it. Often, we can see things up, but we only notice the bottom, when it is clearly labeled. How much do we have provide?
Happy Filthy Friday of Matte Month~.
Years become like days, as we traverse our paths. For each steps allows us to experience, and reflect upon all previous. Our journey becomes longer, and with it, our experience of it shrinks. An hour was a day, but now it is but a minute, a gradual change constant through our existence.
This awareness begets wisdom, a spark we cherish, and pass on for the future travelers.
Happy Filthy Friday, enjoy a scillitant weekend~.
Today we continue the Throne Chronicles. With so many seats met before, how will this one hold for the changeling ambassador? Will they rise above, or be flushed down the drain.
Check out the story below.
Where do I go when my path weighs even across both sides? I always think I can observe it closer, deeper and deeper, on the scale of worth and value, there should be a dent that puts one side over the edge. And if not, I scrutinize closer. And if it is still even, I go deeper. The more I observe, the more my surroundings alter and adapt to the lens of my vision.
however, if the scale remains even through the most minute of observations, then I will tip it myself.
Happy Filthy Friday~.
Can we see our footprints when they are swallowed by our shadows? Does it matter, when the road ahead lay clad in mystery? To stop is to sink, contemplate not the step you are on, but the one you will take. Darkness or light, all pass. They affect our stride, as much as our last step did.
Happy Filthy Friday~.
What is the road? We tread upon it during our journey - the quest of walking, waking, understanding - yet the road itself does not exist, merely a concept brought about underneath us through a collective will to have it there. We see because others see it. Because we need to walk? We need a destination. We have to put one foot after the other. How deep does it go? Will someone who does not believe in the wall have it cease existing for them, or does it run deeper? Is there a collective
As storm clouds loom ahead, I upon my bed, and knit a pouch or sorrows, to carry for tomorrow. I line the piping in dread, and thread the warp with fear, and once the pouch is woven, I wash it out with tears.
Come bright morrow I step outside, bag of mine in hand,
It is filled with bright thoughts and fantasies, I carry across the land.
Happy Filthy Friday~.
Thoughts of snow. Of the pleasant chill that invades your veins, chains your nerves to the whims of winter and sends your spine rattling. It rouses a heat. The throes of your body engaged to keep you warm, to keep living. A visceral experience of your essence clinging to life... made tactile. You cannot just feel it, you are beset to feel it...
Few, though, desire to dance with their own mortality.
They are a rough partner.
Present, or not.
Happy Filthy Friday~.
This week we have a new story to share, one involving The Orchard, a pleasant bar where like minded pony folk can relax and indulge in some depravity. And sometimes, a mutt or two.
Struggles harden the mind, through the weight of hardship the body molds.
Stress toughens the body, through the pressure of failure the mind buffs.
Both follow a pattern, weaving through one another, to craft the felt of consciousness.
Today marks the first story we publish to Fimfiction of 2020, the start of a new chronicle, with a familiar franchise peeking in behind the veil~.
When I was young, there was a daily need that stewed within me. A desire to fill. Often this was met with food. Though, hunger could be sated, a physical hole to be filled and plugged. But this desire was different. Impressions, ideas, media, stories, items, exploration... If all desires were slaked, all holes filled, it dug new ones, always moving to the next, shifting, running, pouring into several at a time. Yet also it kept moving. Spare little time spent to dedicate oneself to a single
[Tagged for White Space because if you like that story you'll love Horse Voice's stuff.
Woohoo, my 10th review... I have two more stories for you guys, and they are:
The Winding Northward Road by Rambling Writer
Wrong Address, Bright Eyes by theworstwriter
The Winding Northward Road by Rambling Writer
(Adventure)
I don't know if I'm going to do a milestone or anything for the event, but I do know that I'm hype for it. I thought the story would be closer to ending by now, but shit just doesn't seem to be slowing down all that much as I write. Maybe it'll close sometime in the Seventies, but for now, it's not looking like it's ending before we hit another 500k words. It'll be nice to have A Thief's Tale done, but I don't know. I've enjoyed the journey to get to this point so much, I might just
First things first: Fucking finally. I've been waiting for this moment for too fucking long.
On another note, my work schedule is fucking weird. I'm on a 12 hour swing-shift that means I work two days, have two days off, work three days, off two days, work two days, then off three days. Get it? I don't, but that's not important.
There are spoilers in that shit. If you haven't read Lupa's Quest, I suggest you do so now rather than later. Chapter Thirty-Four should be up within three to four days of this post, and Lup's quest in its entirety is shorter than most of my chapters, so make of that what you will.
In other news, exercise is hard. Muhshithurt.
As Always, Don't Fuck Wolves
Stay Cool, Kids
It only took me an hour and forty-five minutes to dig through the archives and get my number, but I managed to get everything out of gdocs and loaded up. As of Chapter Seventy-Two, A Thief's Tale is 3,784(ish) pages long. I made sure to get all of the longer chapters, but there may have been some that slipped through the cracks, so there's a 20ish page deviation there.
Not exactly a big deal
Fans of A Thief's Tale, I have come to a conclusion. I'm hype af to share with you that The War will not be the ending arc. Nah fam, I'm not ready for the journey to end. There will be another arc on top of the wind-down/Epilogue, so let's see how far that gets us.
When do you guys want to get chapters for Road To Penance? I was thinking Friday nights, but I don't know when most people prefer to read, so you tell me.