• Member Since 26th Oct, 2012
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re- Yamsmos

Hanako is my wife. || Retired. || Head is still an animal.


A light has left from her life, and happiness has faded in turn. One late night, with nothing else to do but run, Scootaloo hops onto her motorcycle with bags in tow, takes a corner past 5th Street, and leaves town for anywhere but.

Sometimes, you just can't go home again.

Chapters (3)
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Comments ( 9 )

It takes a lot of skill to properly utilize present tense in a story. I'd say you nailed it.

Great job. :raritywink:

Wow man, great story so far!

I wonder, could this have possibly taken some inspiration from The Long Way Round? Because I had just started watching that the other day.

Actually, if anything, this story was inspired by the source of the cover art, which is an album about two guys driving up to the top of Alaska from all the way down in San Francisco, as well as my own experiences thinking of just straight up leaving from time to time.

So this... this is probably the best story I've read in the last 2 weeks.

You really think so? :twilightsheepish:

Thanks so much! :heart:

I dunno I thought you wouldn't care.

Yam, it has been way too long since I've read one of your stories. Thanks for giving me something fresh to come back to.

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