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Regidar


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Comments ( 21 )

Trippy.
Nice to know Starlight made it back alright.
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I am so confused :rainbowderp: . Still very good story, have a like.

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Did she though?

Remember, foals. Don't do drugs!:trollestia:

Seriously, though. What happened?:rainbowhuh::applejackconfused:

My grasp of the story is that Staright has been shunted from her own body, and is now doomed to watch as that imposter lives her life.

Huk

OK, I have no idea what the heck happened - still a nice story.

Wow... That was really Dark and well interpreted, although it took me some time to understand it.

Excellent work here!

Okay, when I read the story, I was confused. After reading the comments, I'm even more confused. Is that actually Starlight happy that she got back, or an imposter faking that happiness? :applejackconfused:

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This could actually fit the bill of a "Night Terror" which is different from a nightmare.

What does hypnagogic mean? It's not showing up on my spellcheck.

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Hypnagogia is the state between unconsciousness and consciousness that is experienced upon waking

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being edgy is fine, the same ten jokes in a row isn't fine

Your writing has always been interesting to me, the recent stories more so than the others. You're so unflinchingly forward. Few are willing to dig as deeply as you do, and the results of your digging are really something special. I'm a big fan of strong opening lines, and the first line here is achingly close to perfection when it comes to setting the mood of the story.

Wow, that was intense. It's been too long since I read a Registory and I was not prepared for the emotional beating I received as a result. But, like a night of impulsive kinky sex, I absolutely do not regret a second of it.

So was this Starlight experiencing what is called a waking nightmare? You are awake but feel paralysed in a dream like state?

Everything she had written had fed the fire, or her own hungry mouth. She had ink stains on her lips, and scraps of paper were stuck to her chin in little crumby patterns that, quite honestly, was utterly ratty and unkempt.

“You can’t be the one that I want,” she mouthed, snickering as she watched her lips form each and every syllable a second slower than the last. “And I won’t ever be the one that I want.”

I felt the fire on these lines.

I'm glad she was able to get back to herself, but it feels like she will pop out again. Gotta learn to forgive and love yourself, Glimmy Glam. :heart:

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