[New Group and a Flashfiction]: Night Terror · 4:17am Sep 8th, 2015
Hey all! I made a new SombraShy group! Come and join.
Now to the fic . . . (Note this is different headcanon then what I had in The Arbitrator. That was a one-time headcanon deal.)
Hey all! I made a new SombraShy group! Come and join.
Now to the fic . . . (Note this is different headcanon then what I had in The Arbitrator. That was a one-time headcanon deal.)
“I need to find, Stacy….but...first…”
“Why did you go out there, Stacy!” The thought like that last zombie bite almost proved-
“-fatal ,Jackie! You do know what your father would say?!”
I hum at the memory of a accent- that faint thing of somewhere, some-when north, and south all wrapped up into one short woman with the sky in her hair.
Even among the bones of the here now I can smell, Chanel #5.
I got my first ten by Claude! I am starting to think it's not as difficult (at least in flash fiction?) to push for a ten from a nine. I have this weird block in writing longer paragraph's? Don't know...
Weird, huh?
This makes me want to write for other fandom's or play with more original character work! How is my ability in coming up with weird premises? Can I put my skill into long form? I think I can! Betcha thought I was gonna be all doubtful and such...
Nope!
Enjoy!
I tend to avoid reading any of the adaptation of the show fics cause most of them tend to be exactly same with OC characters just stand there and states the obvious and that's it.... what is the whole point of reading adaptation fic if it's going to be exactly same as the show? (There's some that do make a big change and one of them is pairing Rarity with Prince Blueblood of all ponies.... I never understood that pairing. )
They say that Top Gun was a two-hour advertisement for itself; Equestria Girls was a one-hour highlights reel of itself. If it had been three hours long, the fandom would have hailed it as a classic of its genre; two hours, and it would have been brisk and engaging, if a little cursory in spots; with the one-hour runtime we actually got, it was a sort of corporate faceplant. You have to take the movie's word for it on a lot of things, and you have to watch the subtext like a hawk;
So I decided to follow up on my Trash ship.
so now we have Why Should I Worry?, where Curtain Call goes to participate in a flying competition.
I have no idea if I'm going to do a bunch of stories about the two like I did for TurnerDash.
Alright, first off, thanks to everybody who zinged some fic reccs at me yesterday! I've poked at them a little bit, but there's still a crapload of stuff to read, so that should keep me distracted for awhile.
And, in turn, for distractions of your own, you can check out my latest story that I've just updated: The Prisoner of Zebra. The new chapter features ninjas. What's not to like about that, huh?
Evening, all! I wanted to wait until after the holiday of Mother's Day to bring you my next story: Flashing the Sun, starring Flash Magnus and Celestia! This one is a sequel to my previous story, Mooning Magnus. I hope you all enjoy it!
"Those blasted Iron demon's."
Gaze seeking the sole blood red tent across the stretch of no-man's land. Solitary though it seemed, Twilight Sparkle, could spy a faint shimmer in the air...that spoke of heat on a hot summer day. Rubbing a hoove along one arm she wondered as her eyes caught silver creatures that stretched far beyond the tent, beyond the gates and beyond the border itself...
"The captain better be ok...Or-" She swallowed then. "- I will kill her myself."
I had a good time with this one! Got a good score too. Didn't even have to work to hard...
Nothing to say other then, adding detail reduced my score. After review both...it mainly was because the story well, richer in detail and fleshing out other character's it losed the super tight focus on old Red.
So, here you go a super tight narrative piece on one of Red's troubled day's in his long life.
I was wondering how long it would take for anyone to give me a downvote. A little over 70 weeks after first publishing my story, but within just a couple of hours after publishing my newest chapter (which is actually the only new chapter since the initial publishing) and promoting it in a couple groups... Am I one of the "cool kids" now that I've been downvoted?
This is a concept too strong not to tell, but not strong enough for me to make a story out of. Seems like here's the perfect place for it.
So here's what I'm thinking right: Rarity seems like a morning pony to me, after her coffee. High quality, fresh roasted beans, but honestly it could be printer ink at this point of the morning in the white gown and fluffy slippers and she has work to do. Her morning makeup regime, at the very least.
I want to try exploring ideal and effective way’s to write fiction. It is pretty hard at times…
I think I need do the single sentence paragraph now because I really didn’t like some of my sentences yesterday!
Now...you may be wondering what is today’s short about well it’s about…
Twilight goes up a mountain in search of a relaxing day after Spikes comic books are destroyed after Tirek’s attack. Who's to say what she will find on slopes and valleys in the Iron Hoove Mountain Range…
I feel weird. Sometimes when I write-
I like it. Sometimes, I don't and that's mostly because I strive to write how I "should" write. Like most of the people I follow all write in fairly long sentences with even, more of narrow margin of fragmenting sentences then I do...
I like what I write but, I haven't been writing very long...
So...This was unwieldy. I had one version that I liked better because then it had more evocative detail. I was trying to learn how to add detail without sacrificing the story...well...my beautiful pacing got shot...
Then...I got a high score from the review from Claude and I was really happy. But, wanting to always improve...I added more detail...and more detail and better opening and then...
My pacing was gone.
My spicy character work was gone and...now...
sigh...I got a six.
Being caught outside in a heatwave was like being without your lover when you needed them. You felt it everywhere, and there was no escape.
Two empty canteens were slung around Springa’s neck. Forty six more rested in either side of her saddlebag. The uneven ground and the sloshing water made every step murder on her back. Her shroud kept the sun off her fur, but it was slick with sweat and trapped sand against her skin.