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Jamin P Rose

I write fetish clopfics and other things. Commissions: Open.


A long figure, garbed in a flowing red cloak, walks the streets of Canterlot in the pre-dawn hours. Their path will take them directly to Canterlot Castle. Their march is slow and steady, only stopped by a chance encounter.

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Edited by: Kiernan

Not a parody of "The Masque of the Red Death" by Edgar Allen Poe.

Edit: Featured 2/27-3/2/2022 Thank you all!!

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Comments ( 17 )

first to read and review and first to give a thumbs up. personally I love morbid stories so naturally I love this one, there are very few stories like this so I love it that much more. as I read I didn't notice errors so no complains there. good job love to see more. best regards, darkbroney666

I'm glad you enjoyed it and thank you for your kind words.

All I can say is short but sweet. Wasn't too long or drawn out but wasn't so short it was only a paragraph. Wonderful read.

Thank you!! I'm glad you liked it.

Gah! Right in the feels!

Was this inspired by The Loving Reaper? It shure reminded me of it. Great story:twilightsmile:


Nope, I've not heard of that story, though it sounds like an interesting read.

I enjoyed this. Very wholesome death story.

It's a web comic series. Here's link to it's website if you want to have a look LINK

Oh god my f e e l s, why D:

gahdayumm, right in the feels :raritycry:

Going straight into my favorites folder.

REALLY enjoyed this. Hope to see more "visits" in the future :)

Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.

We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.

Afterworld ? mde

Much appreciated for that quote.

We learn the most profound things when and where we least expect it.


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