The mare pulling my cab was like no pony I'd ever seen before. She was a unicorn, which was odd in and of itself, and she was a beautiful golden-green, almost like a field lit by the sun right after a rainstorm.
The mare pulling my cab was like no pony I'd ever seen before. She was a unicorn, which was odd in and of itself, and she was a beautiful golden-green, almost like a field lit by the sun right after a rainstorm.
People say to quit while you're ahead, and I'd say 120 upvotes to no downvotes is ahead.
That might change on the next chapter.
Here comes another one.
Obligatory Monty Python Reference
Like a lot of writers (I assume), I wind up with lots of little ideas that wouldn't really fit into a proper story, or at least not one that I happen to be working on at any particular time. Generally, they're little worldbuildy ideas, and as often as not I make myself a little note so that I'll remember them.