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Mocha Star


I'm here to write my way into your hearts and infect your minds.

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I was a pony, a fisher, a member of a village, and father. Then I found a flower that I had no idea would change our lives forever.

When I shared the lily with the town during the feast, it was meant as an act of kindness. The lily had another plan, it seemed.



Just something I thought of and typed up quickly.
Thx.

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Oh, man, that was worth it.

And the first, I believe, of the episode.

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Thanks!

That means a lot to me.

Wow, that was a great read, thank you for that! The combination of old, more poetic English and the intriguing thoughts of the pony-trees make this a sad, yet at the same time strangely heartwarming story.

Fighting Crime

Trying to save the world!

Here they come just in time...

You know what, mate? You can have the first review of the last long time.

Clicky-click here.

That's a... Creepy but sad twist at the end.

I enjoy stories in old English (Equish?), but only when the language is used correctly.

Thou = you (as a subject)
Thee = you (as an object)
Thy = your (before a consonant)
Thine = yours, or your (before a vowel)

I beg of thee to correct thine errors within thy tale. Thou shalt then know respect to be thine.

If it ever gets confusing, think about how the forms of "thou" and "I" compare. "Thee" is like "me," "thy" is like "my," and "thine" is like "mine." (Also remember that "my" and "thy" become "mine" and "thine" before vowels.)

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