Equestria has fallen.

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~.

Right, let's get into the meat of it. Goals/Resolutions for this year:

1) Get 175+ Followers.
2) Get to a total of 500,000+ words written.
3) Finish Tales Of Star-Crossed Love Arc 3.
4) Submit the promised Days Of The Scions Of Harmony.
5) Write as many chapters of A Different Maestro Spectrum as possible. Goal of at least 12.
6) Go on at least one date.
7) Write as many chapters of CYCLED as possible. Goal of at least 24.

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When answering a question, take heed to consider if the answer you are providing is merely a recital, a regurgitation of what you have heard previously, what you have been told previously. And what importance does it serve? What can your personally add to it?
Or, what are you already adding, superfluously...

Happy Filthy Friday the 13th~.

Today we ha a pony story to share, a filthy one locked away in the bathroom, but not for the usual reasons. Turns out a changeling infestation can get you rather woozy. Check it out below.

With time the weather changes. With effort opportunities are made.
With Umbrellas rain is mitigated, with money effort is paid.
With dreams comes aspirations, but hardships they bare intimidated.
What can you solve. Can you solve enough?

Happy Filthy Friday~.

A story post-mortem is something I've done for all my other stories, and it appears that this one demands its due as well--it won't leave my head until I've poured out all my extant thoughts about it. Fair enough, story. You win. Let's talk about it, shall we?

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Memory of pain differs so from the pain in the moment, a memory can amplify the hurt, can make it more meaningful in the living now. But, as memory fade, so eventually does the pain. We can tell ourselves it still hurts, though at some point, we just have ourselves, telling us we remember it. Those who can get through their pain, that is.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

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~.

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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~.

It is the final week of Weirduary, but it has been fun on the sites I could post those stories.
There are plans and eager for new pony projects, but with all the work the events and more has taken, they will not be tackled quite yet.

Though the wait may not be too long.

In the meanwhile, any of you have some grass?
Why are you giving me that look?
I want some. I am hungry.
It is nothing weird with grass, right? Hay?

Wishing you all a fantastic filthy Friday~.

Another week going by, like a trailer on the highway of existence.
would you ever think to hick-hike when you do not have a car? Or perhaps you peruse existence on a bike, taking in the scenery?

Do you ever stop to think of those who have to walk? Those who choose to walk?
It is a tough road to tread, but they will stay on it longer.

Effort and hard work pays off, and the journey is the goal.

Happy Philosophical Phriday.

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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Hello FimFiction Users,

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I have launched the Original Fiction I've been teasing at for so long! You can find both Fortune's Fate and Wizard Space Program on my New Site, among other places. More about them below: for now, UPDATES!

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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!

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?

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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.

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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

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Life does not have to be all misfortune, but you aren't getting it without effort. Be it as little as the strength to open your eyes. In seeing both fortune and less, contrast is built. Through contrast we can view the world in new ways, and work to change it for the better. Though, sometimes it is not your own eyes which you have to see through.

Happy Friday the 13th~.