The New Stall-Ion Teaser · 4:02am Oct 2nd, 2015
Alright, so this is probably my favorite part that I've written in this chapter so far, so yeah, teaser for chapter 1
Alright, so this is probably my favorite part that I've written in this chapter so far, so yeah, teaser for chapter 1
Hello everypony,
Here is a small snippet from a story I am working on. It's not much of the story and shouldn't give much in the way of spoilers. I hope you enjoy. My time to work on this should be freeing up soon so i hope to have the full story posted within the week.
Italics represent speech taking place within Luna's mental-scape. Different colors represent different speaking within this space
Stars flickered in the sky, streaking across the black canvass like tears of white; nights like this brought a hidden beauty to the world. The calming musical sound of the insects and croaking of nocturnal critters echoed across the vast land.
That silence was shattered with the thumping of feet as a figure ran through the foliage and trees of the once peaceful forest. Breath haggard and body sore from tireless days of running, but he couldn’t stop, no matter what.
"The votes have finally been counted, the new president of Hestain is Duke Flash, for what is now his fourth term as president," the newsmare says, "Duke will, at the end of this term, have been president for a full 16 years."
"Mr. Mix? Mr. Mix! Mr. Mix... Mr. Mix, can you hear my voice? Okay, he's not responding, I'm gonna need an 18 gauge, left AC, right away."
"Uh, BP is 90 over palp, respiration's at 8. I'm tubing him."
"DMC, this is medic 41."
"Medic 41, this is DMC base, go ahead."
"He's cold, spike a bag and grab the backboard."
"Okay, got it; on 3... 1, 2, let's move."
There is no escaping....
There's no place to hide....
You scream, "Someone save me?"
But they don't pay no mind...
Goodbye!
The light brown unicorn was barely able to restrain a foalish squeal of delight as he pried open the wooden box on his table, revealing the contents within. He was standing in the middle of a complex and very untidy workshop, loaded with tools of all shapes, sizes, and functions on the walls. Several desks sat around the edges, each one loaded with notes and sketches of artifacts from before The Fall, or of ponies of note.
I can't resist offering up a little teaser of what's coming in the next chapter.
Junior sounded worried. And Junior NEVER sounds worried. I was beginning to wonder if we could handle what we were rapidly flying into. Then Junior went and made me feel worse.
“Um… Pop.”
“Yeah son?” I asked, hearing uncertainty fill Junior’s voice.
“Um. You know how my systems use a variant of bat pony echo location to help identify targets and to navigate in close quarters?”
Later tonight or tomorrow morning, I'll release the result of a test commission I had with a friend: a short story.
While preparing for her coronation, Twilight Sparkle questions why there's no royal sunflower contest in Canterlot. This line of questioning leads Princess Luna to let Twilight in on an open secret:
Celestia hated sunflowers.
There was a change in the air when Twilight returned. In the ten thousand or so years she had been away, the ancient city of Canterlot had been remade as a glass sculpture. High rises, single pieces of seamless glass, scattered sunlight along the solar panel rooftops and cut long shadows into the downtown core. Snaking between the buildings was a dense monorail system powered by crystals in the tracks.
Hey guys, Frost here. As you know, I mentioned in my last blog that I had an idea in the works that I wanted to try out and see if people liked it.
Well, after some thinking, I decided to go for it. Once I look it over a couple more times, it should be good and I'll be sure to submit it. In the meantime though, here's a small taste of the rabbit hole I've been working on.
A preview, you ask...?
“I’m sorry. Did you say the ‘fair’ Lady Rarity? Really, Mia Fey?” The Nightmare’s grin turned sly. “Methinks that ‘fair’ is not the first adjective that comes to mind when describing her. And just what makes you think she has any information or evidence that can help your case?”
Blueblood arrived home in a fluster, calling out to see if his father was around. “Father? Are you home?” He looked around the mansion for a while until he came upon the master bedroom. He saw that his father was talking with a blue mare. She was a slender unicorn and she was tall, too. Her purple eyes were full of unease, but Blueblood’s father shoved aside her concerns with nary a thought.
Celestia gave a nod. “I was starting to wonder if you’d forgotten.”
Spoilers for Blink Again ahead...
The truth of teleportation has been discovered; the full knowledge of its horrors known by a select few while the rest are given vague warnings of mortal peril. All use of teleportation is banned, all texts on it under lock and key, and all research into the subject placed strictly under government oversight.