As storm clouds loom ahead, I upon my bed, and knit a pouch or sorrows, to carry for tomorrow. I line the piping in dread, and thread the warp with fear, and once the pouch is woven, I wash it out with tears.
Come bright morrow I step outside, bag of mine in hand,
It is filled with bright thoughts and fantasies, I carry across the land.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

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Thoughts of snow. Of the pleasant chill that invades your veins, chains your nerves to the whims of winter and sends your spine rattling. It rouses a heat. The throes of your body engaged to keep you warm, to keep living. A visceral experience of your essence clinging to life... made tactile. You cannot just feel it, you are beset to feel it...
Few, though, desire to dance with their own mortality.
They are a rough partner.
Present, or not.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

Hey, guys. Mr. J here.

Just so you're aware, I am planning to return to MLP G5: both watching Tell Your Tale and Make Your Mark. Now, I don't remember if I ever told you all about this, but I did inform some of y'all that I've given up hope for G5 because the episodes I watched around that time (two years ago) were so forgettable and boring.

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This week we have a new story to share, one involving The Orchard, a pleasant bar where like minded pony folk can relax and indulge in some depravity. And sometimes, a mutt or two.

Struggles harden the mind, through the weight of hardship the body molds.
Stress toughens the body, through the pressure of failure the mind buffs.
Both follow a pattern, weaving through one another, to craft the felt of consciousness.

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We trap ourselves in a cycle, it goes commitment, that reaches deep into the night, and to then rest the brief amount of time I have, to wake up and realise there is more commitment. At which point, instinct delays it, and becomes pushed forward, down the day, into the afternoon. And then work begins again....

Happy Filthy Friday~.

The roly-poly has a lot figured out. This Graymaiden stays protected, living in the places other do not look for in places shielded from sight. Whole societies spring up under rocks and moss. Even when they are found, their last defense is rolling together, curling up into a ball of security, a personal safe haven at the cost of being cut off from the rest of the world. Their whole life follows that plan, and they have survived this long.

Happy Clean Filthy Friday~.

Fine print, is a skill check. But what skill does it fall under?
Perception is possible, particularly when perusing parchment.
Knowledge is a candidate, considering ones curiosity.
Falsehood is factual, fortune favours fakers.

But in the end, it does not matter which way it is failed, only that it happens.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

We're getting close to the end and I'm excited~ I just published Afternoon Surprises and I hope everyone checks it out! I feel extremely proud of this story and I am looking forward to what comes next~ Thank you, everyone!

https://www.fimfiction.net/story/512106/18/a-shimmering-heartbreak/afternoon-surprises
https://archiveofourown.org/works/37150567/chapters/102260670
https://www.wattpad.com/1255316841-a-shimmering-heartbreak-chapter-xviii-afternoon

Chapter 3 will be posted by the 29th
I am happy to announce that Well Geboren has taken an interest in the continuation of The Legend of Zelda: Wielders of Harmony With:

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Well…kinda.

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Wow, November is shaping up to be my most productive month ever. Four stories in 30 days, well what do you know? This also marks my first genuinely introspective little-to-no-dialogue story since I’m Looking Out For You and I’m quite proud of how things have basically come full circle. The story is called What Makes A Leader? and is about Violet Frost grappling with her new leadership responsibilities through internal monologue.

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Zoey groaned. How many more times was she going to wake up like this? Even with her eyes closed, she could sense the bright light around them.

…Wait. Light.

“Lisa?” she turned her head, opening an eye. Her voice was still hoarse from the screaming.

No Lisa.

Zoey shot up with a heave, propping herself up with an arm against the grass beneath her.

Grass?

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We’re finally into December, everypony, the last month of 2023! Obviously, I’ll be working my flank off in order to get the final word in the battle for opinions when it comes to G5 out once school ends, but I also can’t forget my duties here as an author. So I’m proud to reveal all the stories I have planned for this month. We currently have a blended mix of both Chapter 5 and Chapter 6 stories, with most of them being either one-shots or two-chapters. However, there is one long-form narrative

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While I can't be there, I just wanted to share a little something that poped up in my news feed.

https://www.baltimoresun.com/entertainment/bs-fe-bronycon-20190731-g5zqppemhfa7nb7xnia6vheqcq-story.html

Y'all have fun now.

First of all, the IRL stuff is finally getting sorted AND we've got some good news about my wife's Canadian Citizenship we've been waiting for to finalize. So, very happy about that. Literally just a stone's throw away from reaching that finish line now.

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Today marks the first story we publish to Fimfiction of 2020, the start of a new chronicle, with a familiar franchise peeking in behind the veil~.

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When I was young, there was a daily need that stewed within me. A desire to fill. Often this was met with food. Though, hunger could be sated, a physical hole to be filled and plugged. But this desire was different. Impressions, ideas, media, stories, items, exploration... If all desires were slaked, all holes filled, it dug new ones, always moving to the next, shifting, running, pouring into several at a time. Yet also it kept moving. Spare little time spent to dedicate oneself to a single

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As short as Chapter 4 for Endless Horizons turned out to me, I actually spent more time editing it then the first three that I've uploaded. I wanted to amp up the action a bit then the draft I had before, especially at the part near the end. Partly for the readers benefit, but primarily to show Aella seeing and reacting to the horror of the wasteland more.

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