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SolongStarbird


There is no such thing as normal. Everything is weird in its own way, especially me.

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Many a great artist has sacrificed their time and their life to contribute to the arts, to creation, but is it worth it when your relationships with others slowly dwindle and you find yourself comfortably alone?

{Bonus points to anypony that can explain the significance of the title}
[To guess, please PM as to not ruin guessing for others]
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Comments ( 6 )

Okay, I like the premise and the grammar was surprisingly good, but the end threw me for a loop. I don't understand this venting you go through. I do it myself mind you, but from the way you did it I feel lost in a spiraling black. It was good, if that was what you were going for, but I don't understand, where did the desk go? what about the papers? Is he falling into a deep abyss where he will never leave?
So many questions. Too many questions. You should answer a few of these becouse if you don't than you will confuse your reader like you did me.

4273725 During that entire last paragraph, he is still sitting with his head on the desk. It is all happening mentally. It is basically saying that he finally accepts he is having problems and becomes depressed. Sorry if I confused you, but I tend to have a very metaphorical diction. :twilightblush:

No, I knew it was metaphorical, I do that stuff all of the time in my stories, but what confused me was the images of a swirling vortex of despair and I guess mostly everything in the last paragraph

4273765 Yeah, I know that I got a bit confusing there. It makes quite a few references to a paragraph earlier on and stuff.
Maybe this will help, read this paragraph, and then read the last paragraph that is confusing you again.

As Solong bent down to pick up the letters, Yellow Nova and Thunder Streak silently flew off, the feeling of defeat just about radiating off of them. It hurt Solong, it really did. It was moments like this that he would question his life. However, all those times, just like this one, Solong would quickly shake off the doubts and remind himself that to question his life was to destroy his stability, the stability that he had finally mustered and had longed for in his early years. In truth, he had gained stability before, many times. Each time he found it, the foundation of the stability would slowly began to deteriorate into lies and ignorance. As soon as he accepted that his stability was built on the antithetically unstable foundation, everything would collapse and he would find himself at square one. However, in this dispensation of stability, he was determined to make it last as long as possible, avoid the valley of awry emotions in which square one sat. All he had to do was shake of the doubts surrounding his stability, time after time again.

(Rereading it:)
One would think it would be Salt Lick City

4355174 Perhaps. No use in changing it now though.

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