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ambion


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It's a hard, lonely life, being the lighthouse keeper. It takes a heart of stone to live under the relentless siege of the ocean. What happens when the waters give something back; a reminder that life isn't - and cannot be - set in stone?

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Comments ( 15 )

...um, soap?

... I'm tacking this story; going to see where this goes. So far, it's great!

will track, seems interesting.

i'm very much liking the look of this story and the concept seems very interesting to me

Keep up the good work!

Why would it continue? it's beautiful as it is.

The males carry the young?

Oh, he must ...be...a.......seahorse.

Augh!, The pun, it burns, it burns!:flutterrage:

Nice to see this updated, I was worried you had stopped. Keep up the good work.

I am so glad this updated, though this second chapter has changed the feel of the fic. I quite enjoy your writing and I'd like to to see more if that's possible.

This fic is fantastic...

And never fails to remind me of Simon and Garfunkel.

"I am a rock, I am an island..."

It was more or less this moment when Skipping Stones decided that the name of this feeling, this complex, knotted feeling for Long Shore was hatred. Stupid pony with stupid feathers. Offering cheap meaningless sympathy and cheap meaningless chocolate. Was it so much to hold and be held? To fall asleep to the sounds of another sleeping beside her. Just for once not the waves and the ghosts of pegasi struggling beneath them?


This seems a bit petty. Or, dare I say, out of character. Nevertheless, what you have here is interesting.

I'm not sure what I think of this chapter, though I do wonder if you'll continue this fic.

3442931 I do mean to finish it, I just have it on the side at the moment...

albeit, it's been an exceedingly long moment.

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Ah, alright. Are you currently working on another story?

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I am, though it's entirely possible that I'll change directions all of a sudden and write a short story, or finish a chapter, or start something else. That said, this is something of a longish story I'm working on, and intend to stay largely committed to the making of said other story.

3442915 isolation can twist your mind and thoughts into unpredictable directions often out of no where you can feel very intense emotions at very little things.

This is wonderful ( ͡ᵔ ͜ʖ ͡ᵔ)

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