Seventh of June, Monday. That day we all dread. More specifically that day of the week none of us liked. It doesn't matter now, I guess. I should leave my worries behind. But I kind of wish my brother, my mother, my favorite cousin, and next door neighbor were here.
Sixth and presumably final day here in this strange, illustration like land. That weird queen, princess, or whatever is not one who seems to be dishonest to her word. She sent us back to the apple farm with a very special procession. The info is back again, and this time I took it with far more dignity than I did the first. In fact we all did.
Saturday the Seventeenth of June. Naturally we should all feel depressed. The situation never becomes less undesirable, but you can't consistently be sad anymore than you can be eternally blissful. The sentient mind doesn't work that way. I feel much better than ever physically. I should be more spry. I'm not. Maybe I should remove that there bracelet. Maybe I might ride me bicycle. There have been less effective ways to get up than literally getting up. I feel less and less inclined
I woke up feeling very well rested the following morning. Early enough to see the break of dawn. I cannot recall the last time I watched the sunrise, though I had to be more careful now, since my eyes are more sensitive than they've ever been. Seeing that sun rise above the illustration like mountains with identical patterns, yet rich texture was like something from a dream. Or a painting.
Hello all!
Im so sorry that I haven't updated in long time... life caught up to me and I went through so many crap that left me so BUSY to deal with them all- I don't need to divulge into them all but rather I wanted to let you know that I'll possibly either keep writing His Black Heart's Inquiry or re-write it with new plot that has been brewing in my head for some time.
N/A. No. Nothing exciting has happened on the twentieth, save the weird dream I had the evening before. Much like Anthony's, an elegant lady in a very regal looking cerulean dress, silver shoes, silver crown with sapphires, and mannerisms that command respect was at its core. No doubt we were looking at a diplomatic mare/woman with loads of experience in leadership, on top of being the most powerful witch this world has ever known. Like before, She was contacting someone from another
August second. I have had the time of my life, however special that may be. There's not much to live for. Except our in-residents, later neighbors have vanished. I'd like to say it's a good riddance, had it not been for the fact that my drinking buddy and co film appreciator had gone with them. Damn. This is *not* what I had bargained for at all. Sweet's scarlet mess is a minor annoyance compared to having the literal basement dwellers at our door, and demanding the location of the
Wednesday the Ninth. It's starting to feel like summer. The temperature spiked today. Yesterday it was in the sixties so far as I could tell. Today it's in the eighties definitely. And it's not even twelve PM yet. This will be fun, especially to forage in. We have enough pork rinds and beef jerky to hold off for two straight weeks without having to go out. For the early part of this morning, I was once again reminded of you-know-who. She just can't seem to keep her hands off of my ass
June second. Today, Vinnie and I went out together for the first time to have a drink of rum together, and away from the others. It wasn't the best experience.
On May fifteenth, I would never have dreamt what would happen during my off period. I came home from the shopping mall and would not be coming back in ten days. Yet something real unusual happened between now (May 25) and then, and my break would become anything but. It was 8:15 AM, and dawn was present. I was up watching one of my favorite cartoon shows from the 1980s, one I enjoyed as a kid, and do even more as an adult. One which furthermore was rebooted. It was on my desk
I hope I can get out of this. I'm still curious about that weird chopper, and want to find out who was behind it, what was controlling it, and what purpose it served. Where did it come from? Why was it here? Would we run into it again? Hopefully Anthony and I would not be so inclined to run away when we saw it. It made no sense for me to be afraid beyond it being mysterious. If Will is any indication, the others save Val (through us) won't be so adverse to it.
Good afternoon mares and gentelstallions,
So, like the title says Chapter 3 of Canterlot in Flames may be a bit late this week. My plan has been to post one chapter a week, each week, as long as my buffer allows. I have Chapter 4 in the works, and likely chapter 5 won't be too hard to write (Though it'll be arguably one of the my darkest and likely the one that will justify the mature/gore tag), I am currently reeling for one of the worst weekends I've had in a very, very long time.
June sixteenth. For God's sake, it would be nice if some equinn-- If somebody would turn up already. It has been three weeks and a day, yet it feels like it has been months. I had to check the calendar, read my previous entries (and count the last three days) to confirm that's how long it has been. I have been hoping somep-- somebody else would make their presence known, yet no one has. Damn.
I have no idea how I'm going to go about this. And I'm not sure I even want to try. There's no practical reason to want to feed the world, and to discover it. There's no certainty that there is anyone else out there. For all that we know, that mare may be already dead. For all we know, Alex Chance Torrez has had a very realistic, lucid dream. Or a hallucination from elemental exposure. My own thick skin, and that of the police officer and brother, and of our chatterbox and the
May Twenty Eighth. 28 of May. There may be a day keeping the date will no longer be of any significance. In any case, it's the fourth day and already I feel inclined to forget the days of the week. Keeping track of internet activity has kept me aware that it's Friday. Was it really Tuesday when things were still normal? Was it really around dawn of that day fate decided to play a *cruel* joke on us?
I don't know what I should do. I've been stuck here in this vacant, mostly deserted world for twelve days now, almost two entire weeks, and not another soul have we seen for days, in spite of our efforts. Actually, I have noticed something. There are twelve of us, and twelve days have passed since everybody vanished, and we few have reappeared. Me, Anthony, Angela, Will, Vinnie, Sam, Pickering, the Hadleys, Sweet Stuff, Val De Lump, and Joanna. Yes, the dog has a name. Shall I tell about
Where is Everybody? Once again that question comes to plague my mind. With good reason. I miss Eloise. Yet I have effectively distracted myself well enough by keeping myself occupied with my insect friend and by eating and by burning. But the inevitable will inevitably drive us crazy. I don't know about the others, but I still want more than ever to know where the hell the rest of all sentient life on earth has gone.
For the past month, Vinnie and I have been having the time of our lives. It's now late July, and I've been digging and barreling myself to this wonderful hot blooded reptile woman. She's been very receptive to me, and we've been so happy across the street in this little house from Alex and co. My good friend Val De Lump has been behaving and scooting over to this humble abode for his intake of emotions, and ours have been very powerful. I have been using my mouth to write in this here
June sixth. I just realized, I lost track of the days. I followed my entries again to catch up. It is now Sunday again, and this is one day I would allow myself to relax.
I shall do it. Raise this car. Raise this straw. Lift this bracelet.
I have been putting it to practice, and I think I have got it. Focus on it, think about it, Lift it. It's how it always works. Watch the object closely. Lift the object in question. Let it hover in midair. Wake up.
Up I get. My specs rest firmly on my chest, not that I ever needed them, they just look cool. No dog lady on my torso groping me, that's good. A scream. I knew it was too good to be true.
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