I'll probably be busy for most of tomorrow, so I'll take this opportunity to wish a merry Christmas and a happy new year to each and every one of you. Except you. Yes, you. You know who you are.
I used to have an account on the Young Writers' Society website. Well, I say used to, but I never deleted it, so I suppose it's still there. All the same, all I ever wrote for it was two poems, neither of any artistic merit. Anyway, I was looking through old memorandums (memoranda?) on an older-still 'phone of mine, and happened across a fragment of a poem. It seems I'd tried to write a short, humorous verse for each month of the year, then got stuck. I don't have a very clear memory of
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Somepony Tries to Sell Twilight Insurance
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Death by cute. Egophiliac's latest “puppet” set? Death by cute! I can't handle it. I can't handle it! Halp! HALP!!!