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Thunder Chaser


I am a 17 year old Brony from Rockford Ill and my favorite pony is Pinkie Pie

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Recoiling from the death of his mother, Finn is a shy, nervous man whos life is punctuated by work, being bullied by his older brother, smoking pot and watching My Little Pony with his beloved Pinkie Pie Plushie. Things appear to suck for this man until his plushie comes to life and teaches him about the magic of friendship and the power of a smile!

(Credit to Cold Blitzfor editing!)

Chapters (3)
Comments ( 6 )

No one will dislike this.... I WILL RESTORE THE FUCKING BALANCE!!!! *like*:rainbowlaugh:

I dunno... the concept is somewhat interesting, but it's set up almost exactly like brony-in-Equestria buildup, shitty treatment of the protagonist and all, and there are too many grammar errors for me to properly get myself into the story.

Luz

This story has great potential here, but before you gotta fix these:

>Wall of Text
Ex:

Finn woke up to the static sound of some awful Rihanna song emanating from his clock radio, his hand sluggishly reaching out and slapping the snooze button to remove the noise, than turned off the device. He slumped over and put his hands in his face, annoyed by the sluggish possession of insomnia over his mind and the inevitable, oily feeling of acne developing on his nose. He went to his nasty restroom and began splashing his face with cold air and drinking large gulps. He put on his paint splattered jeans and left the apartment, walking over to The Lamplight.
Finn took a seat at the back of the restraint, far away enough from the other patrons and close to a window and in the smoking section. He stared at the window, becoming increasingly focused on a bird perched on a jeep.
“uhh sir, sir!” he suddenly whipped back, terrified and surprised at this somehow unexpected surprise. He laughed a little with the waitress in a rather nervous fashion. “uum, some coffee to start” he said stammering, staring at the menu. The chunky, cute waitress sauntered off and came back to pour his coffee.
“What can I get you Finn?” he began to think and he began to nervously ponder his breakfast options, he had been coming into the restraint, every morning for the past two years and had been ordering Belgian Waffles for the past 4 months. Now if he ordered his usual, he wouldent be disappointed plus he didn’t want to talk to the waitress and figured that ih he tried something new that the woman would react strangely. He couldent take that and he answerd “A Belgian Waffle with Apples” he said dryly

>Spacing
Ex:

"Dude give it a"
"oh whats that, I couldent hear you over the sound of you being gay!"
"but"
"gay
"thats really"
"GAY!!!"

> Capitalization
Examples:

"but"

"heres your stuff sir"

“uhh sir, sir!”

> Extra Errors:
Going to use a common system for these.
Green means something I added to the paragraph
Red means a pronunciation mistake
Red with Cross means something that you don't need
Yellow means a capitalization mistake
Blue or [color=cyan[Cyan means a comma I added

Finn woke up to the static sound of some awful Rihanna song emanating from his clock radio, his hand sluggishly reaching out and slapping the snooze button to remove the noise, than turned off the device. He slumped over and put his hands in his face, annoyed by the sluggish possession of insomnia over his mind and the inevitable, oily feeling of acne developing on his nose. He went to his nasty restroom and began splashing his face with cold water and drinking large gulps. He put on his paint splattered jeans and left the apartment, walking over to The Lamplight.

Finn took a seat at the back of the restraint, far away enough from the other patrons and close to a window and in the smoking section. He stared at the window, becoming increasingly focused on a bird perched on a jeep.
uhh sir, sir!” he suddenly whipped back, terrified and surprised at this somehow unexpected surprise. He laughed a little with the waitress in a rather nervous fashion. “Um, some coffee to start,” he said stammering, staring at the menu. The chunky, cute waitress sauntered off and came back to pour his coffee.

“What can I get for you, Finn?” he began to think about and he began to nervously ponder his breakfast options, he had been coming into the restraint, every morning for the past two years and had been ordering Belgian Waffles for the past 4 months. Now if he ordered his usual, he wouldent be disappointed, plus also, he didn't want to talk to the waitress and figured that if he tried something new, that the woman would react strangely. He couldent take that and he answered ,“A Belgian Waffle with Apples,” he said dryly

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Hey, I have just riffed this story for Carts' Unicorn Theater! This is a show where I take fan-fictions and insert my own lines of witty dialogue in between the lines. It's sort of like Mystery Science Theater 3000, if you've ever seen that. Obviously it's all in good taste, and there's no harm intended :pinkiehappy:

You can find the riff here
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1V9A6dcloLZeqhyhgznYXgHgHX2iCf6V6tg_g8qcLOe4/edit?usp=sharing

You can find more of my riffs here
http://mlpmst.weebly.com/carts-unicorn-theater.html

Luz

2710393 That riff was good, kinda enjoyed it. And yes, I did edit this story for the most part, but I stopped doing so at the second chapter... let's say for some personal reasons of mine. In any case, continue your riffing!

2710393
That was fucking awesome.

I probably would have been outraged about it ten years ago, so im glad I just saw it now. Just to clarify, I am now a 27 year old trans woman who vigorously opposes racism and has also been sober from alcohol and marijuana for over thirty days!

God this story is such an amazing monument to teenage stupidity and resentment. In spite of my shame, I am happy you made something awesome with it.

I hope the story was so stupid that said racism and sexism didn't hurt anybody, but if it did, I apologize.

I cried laughing at this brilliant commentary. If I wasn't so ashamed of the shitty, racist, misogynist story I made when I was 17 I would be sharing it everywhere lmao.

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