Bon Bon yawned as she walked into her house. The stars were dancing high above, and she could feel her eyelids getting heavier with each step, but first the dryness of her mouth needed to be attended to. She turned the lights on in the kitchen and pour herself a cup of ice and water. She sat upon a stool at the counter and took a sip, her throat chilling in relief as she drank. Then she looked across the counter towards the living room and noticed the television was on.
Marble Pie woke up from her slumber, recovering from what seemed like the most sweetest of dreams ever. The last thing she could remember was the heavy musk of apples and sweat. As she rubbed the grogginess out of her eyes, she looked around her bedroom and noticed Big Mac adjusting his yoke. Suddenly all the buttery feelings inside her had melted.
“Big Mac?” she called out to him, albeit quietly.
The strong, red stallion turned his head to her with a sober expression. “Eeyup?”
Oceans away from the coasts of Equestria lied a desolate land of sand and sun, where nothing stood except for a gleaming bronze tower of cogs and gears. It was an imposing landmark, casting a long shadow over the sands while its tangerine armor glistens under Celestia's light. Nothing much was known about this peculiar tower, which made the trip all more exciting for the world renowned Daring Do.
I watched the news about Bob Paycheck's awful remarks about animation. I'm disgusted but not surprised at all that he's one of the people who have the "animation is for kids" mindset.
Absolute disrespect to Walt Disney! Paycheck is all about raking in the green dough instead of preserving the company's legacy. As a way to counter his remarks, allow me to share a quote from Walt himself.
I'm not sure when I'm going to be adding Warning tags to Twilight's Secret Journal, even though it is in dire need of them.
The problem is any change to the story description would need to meet the new rules on Genre's three-tag limit, and "Genre" includes a mixture of two kinds of tags.
As some of you might have noticed, I posted a new story today. What you might not have noticed is that it has a nifty new tag - the Drama tag.
Why Don't You Tell Them?
Drama
2,174 words
Welcome back readers, to another Monday! You know, I try to make these openings as chipper and cheerful as I can when writing because hey, it’s Monday, and most people need that at the start of another workweek. So hey, I hope this chipper opening tone works for some of you!
I was reading a short bit of literary fiction today, Kamisama, a Japanese story about a man who goes on a walk with a new neighbor of his with old-fashioned sensibilities, who has no name but when asked what people should call him replies "Anata [the Japanese word for 'you,'], but when you say Anata please say it with the kanji [the Chinese characters, 貴方] rather than the hiragana [Japanese script, あなた], because it sounds better to my ears."
Also this character is a bear.
Welcome back readers! Yes, I decided to bump Monday’s usual Being a Better Writer post to Tuesday on account of Monday being the federal holiday in a number of places, including where I was. That, and it was a bit nice to have a break day.
This has… close to nothing to do with what I used to write here. Those were examinations of fanfic as an art medium… this is instead about music. But, I still want to touch on a sentiment I’ve seen expressed around certain types of music.
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To Serve In Hell comes back again tomorrow for its final run.
Five days.
Five chapters.
This is it, people. The veil is about to be thrown off. And I am terrified as hell by what lies underneath.
However dark it gets, know that it could so easily get darker.
Not everypony is making it out alive, but I will not do anything cheap to these wonderful and awful ponies who I've had the privilege of writing this long.