Ah Sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun;
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveller's journey is done;
Where the Youth pined away with desire,
And the pale virgin shrouded in snow,
Arise from their graves, and aspire
Where my Sunflower wishes to go!
By William Blake
A learned man came to me once.
He said, "I know the way, -- come."
And I was overjoyed at this.
Together we hastened.
Soon, too soon, were we
Where my eyes were useless,
And I knew not the ways of my feet.
I clung to the hand of my friend;
But at last he cried, "I am lost."
by Stephen Crane
My father knows the proper way
The nation should be run;
He tells us children every day
Just what should now be done.
He knows the way to fix the trusts,
He has a simple plan;
But if the furnace needs repairs,
We have to hire a man.
My father, in a day or two
Could land big thieves in jail;
There's nothing that he cannot do,
He knows no word like "fail."
"Our confidence" he would restore,
Of that there is no doubt;
But if there is a chair to mend,
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Because the Displaced stories where the MC is a bonafide badass right from the start aren't exactly... small in number.
At over 9,500 words and 25 pages, this is the longest chapter yet.
But it's so full of exciting things! I can't wait to share it with you.
Be ready for Chapter 16 - Porthos (and the Unexpected Lesson in Friendship)
This thing dates back to July 28, 2018 as the last time it was ever edited. It would sit around collecting dust until June of this year, when I'd ultimately toss out everything I'd written and start over from scratch.
The story below is how it appears directly copied from the Microsoft Word document. Though, for some reason, doing that also seems to place some scattered links to making a new blog post for some reason. Either way, I'm just gonna post this thing verbatim.
I mean … what else do I need to say. Guys, it’s done. Just minutes ago, I jumped to a new page and typed out the final, pivotal words of a Sci-Fi trilogy that I can now accurately say stretches almost 1.3 million words in total. Those words?
THE END
Pinkie: "Come on Fluttershy! Let's watch some Naruto!"
Fluttershy: "We could watch, um, my compost heap. It's the same thing."
Pinkie Pie: "Did you just call my anime tastes garbage?"
Fluttershy: "Oh no, garbage can be recycled. Compost just needs to be repurposed altogether."
Twilight: "Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy are doing something I've never seen either of them do, and it scares me."
Dash: "What?"
Twilight: "They seem to be... angry with each other."
I don’t know what I’m smelling anymore.
I smell wood. There is no wood. Just air. It makes me sick.
I wish there was wood. Then I wouldn’t feel so lonely.
I smell leaves.
They’re new. Except they’re not. They’re dead. They’ve been dead. They crunch under my feet as I walk.
Crunch crunch. Like chips.
I wish i had chips.
Walking is dumb. Flying is better.
I try and fly. I scrape my knee. It hurts. I watch the blood run down my leg.
I don’t feel it. It’s just there.
I hear voices.
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Rough draft, not even a single 1k yet. Quick question to you, the readers.
Does what I have so far embody the ramblings from a little girl? It's not too far disconnected that it only feels like someone intentionally writing the part and trying to make you clumsily believe it, I guess is what I'm trying to avoid.
On the planet of Mars
They have clothes just like ours,
And they have the same shoes and same laces,
And they have the same charms and same graces,
And they have the same heads and same faces…
But not in the
Very same
Places.
By Shel Silverstein
Delete, cut, backspace, empty recycle bin. However it happens, deleting things is one of the most important and difficult parts of writing. Choosing to throw away a piece of work can often be like ripping off a band-aid, or in the worst cases, like putting down a pet. One of the most dangerous things an author can do is to never delete anything. This applies to everything from individual words to entire ideas and concepts.
That is correct, y'all!
Chapter 14: in which Twilight and the Mouse King finally have their dinner date.
You all know things aren't going to go well. Or will it? Or won't it?
You'll just have to wait to find out!
So, while I've started work on the second draft (not to mention a major rewrite of character relations), I've also went ahead and posted up the first draft in all its awkward glory over at Offprint! Though, it's missing an ending chapter or two thanks to the fact that I ultimately decided to scrap that ending and just start on the next draft with a new ending in mind. :V
So I hope those of you following my story enjoyed last night's chapter. It definitely strayed from what/who I was used to writing; Pinkie and especially Sonata are characters that I haven't spent a lot of time with. Before writing this chapter, I watched some 'best of Sonata' videos on YouTube to try to get a feel for her and some of her expressions, and I was quite surprised to find that ALL of her dialogue time adds up to barely two minutes. I could've sworn she had more than that, but
“Alright, everything’s fine. Everything’s just fine. We totally didn’t get swallowed up by some all-consuming bubble just now! Nothing terrible or crazy has happened, and everything is just. Fine. Just…”
Lisa’s quiet muttering jolted Zoey from her daze. She blinked, looking down at her hands.
No blood.
That was the weirdest daydream ever. Like, ever ever.
“Lisa?” Zoey hopped off her stool, kneeling down beside her babysitter. “Is something wrong?”
Fever Dreams of a Trampoline:
My name is Princess, and I like short skirts and explosions. Today's story includes a little of the first, and a lot of the second. Bad ponies are doing bad things bad things with poison joke, and as long as Cadance's checks aren't bouncing, it's my job to stop them.
So, like, I just have to get this out there.
I'm not satisfied with how Zipporwhill Assassinates the Princesses came out. As mentioned in one comment, it's rushed. It's okay, passable, but I can do better. That's why I'm rewriting it. I just didn't feel right not to say anything.
Today has been a really good day.
First, Titanium Dragon gave “A Slice of (Cake) Life” at good review. I’m really honored!
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