Hey hey! Been a while.
Just wanted to say I've been going through things as of recent (finding employment, family health issues, etc.). As soon as things get settled over here, I might be back with a new story. Been thinking of writing something involving mouth play. Will get back to you all when I have a concrete idea.

Til next time, peace!

I rest in the shadow of a young, sprig tree. Its branches reach just past the tip of my boot. The air here is crisp, freshly brewed and vented, by the same aamaritan providing cloak from the sun. Yet all around it stand grander trees, with grander branches, soaking up sun, sighing cool air. My tree is dwarfed, in the company of the ageless, those who savour the same world, drink the same atmosphere, and yet are a distance away, greater than any journey. I may never know the experiences of a

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At long last I am finalizing the rewrite and the new name, A Rifting Rebirth, now I just need to decide weather to keep the old one up and post a new story with the rewrite or overwrite the old one...

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Hey, so here's what happening. I'm currently in the process of writing two of the bigger -and probably last- battles for this little arc. I've been fantisizing about these specific encounters since the early days of the The Wayfarers, and I just want to get them right.

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In the original story, there was this whole little sub-plot in the beginning about farming and rations and stuff. I kinda forgot about it in later chapters.

Not this time. In this chapter of the reboot, instead of some random storage shed with stuff in it, we've got actual rations being delivered, in the form of those emergency food buckets that you see in like emergency prep stores and stuff!

EPony-Me™: Rebooted

• MLP: FiM
• Adventure
• Sci-Fi
• Slice of Life

What happens when you realize that your life is a simulation? Well, you put the headset back on. A rewrite of 2017's Pony-Me.

• Human
• Alt. Universe
• Twilight
• Spike
• OC
• Other

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Two brothers quarrel to split their family asunder,
one side grows strong while the other goes under.
Together sparks fly and the tension grows high,
but neither brother bid the other goodbye.
In but one frail moment, all was lost,
the brothers left to lament the cost.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

Wash your hands.

A branch knocked onto the explorer's head,
they thought nothing of it, and went on instead.
A branch knocked onto the explorer's chest,
they thought nothing of it, ill time for a rest.
A branch knocked onto the explorer's neck,
they thought nothing of it, and continued their trek.
they paid no attention to what latched onto their nape,
for while out exploring, every branch looks like a snake.

Happy Clean Filthy Friday~.

Sweet summer sun and the taste of oranges underneath the calming winds beneath a tall tree. I can taste the citrus nectar on my lips, the brisk air, and shadows of rustling leaves. Were I close my eyes, I would be there once more. Though, there is no time to shut them, there is work to be done, and when it slips my memory, it will never exist again.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

I've said before that I'm not into Looney Tunes anymore, but I might give this a watch for nostalgic purposes.

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Yeah. It is, and it's probably going to be the only one I release for a while. I've just had enough of this written, plus I'm absolutely sick of just editing and revising my older stuff. Staring at my older prose so much can get boring just because I don't really like editing. Though I do like reading, sometimes all work and no play is just awful.

So have a story about Ivory Scroll.

TVictory for the Dark Horse

• MLP: FiM
• Equestria Girls
• Mystery
• Sad
• Thriller

Ever since Twilight Sparkle has taken the steps to princesshood, Ivory Scroll has become obsolete as Ponyville's Mayor-Mare. Nothing could be more devastating to her, and she aims to renew her sense of purpose in the world.

• Twilight
• Mayor Mare
• Filthy Rich
• Raven Inkwell

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Fester, thoughts believed banished, rising foam of doubt and terror sprawling through our mind. A call of falsehood only fuels them, the more we think of them, the more life they are granted. The past is only real because we recall it, our memory dictates what remains in our reality, and what falls by the wayside. Despite being selective, there can always be the hermit thoughts, those too deep to pluck, who foament doubt and sorrow, we believed to have banished. A hole in a puzzle, is as much

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Today's chapter will be the last Spike of All Trades upload for 2021.
I hope everybody has joyous assorted holidays (cheaper by the pound!) and a very happy new year!
See you in the next one. We've got a long long road ahead of us...

As nature iterates it divides, branches spreading ad finding their niche, burrowing through the grounds and soils of life to approach its place in the whole. Some branches fall short, and yet they still nourish the whole of the tree, allowing the others ones to reach further than they ever could hope to achieve alone. Together, whole.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

One mushroom, a foot in a cap lounging in place, defying expectation in shying away from sunlight, towards the crannies of comfortable darkness where other plants stray far from. Course, they are not flora. They feed elseway, they drain their nourishment, cleaning the underbelly of nature of the sickened, or create the cause of the sickness. So inconspicuous, so small, creatures of the dark need not impress with their volume, their size is as their preference: secluded in darkness.

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