EDIT It's up

Last night, once I finally fell asleep, I had a dream.

I had a dream of some prom, some party like the ones I never got to go to when I was younger. It was dark but for the lights that lit up a floor, stereotypically square and glittering with tiny colorless specks of light and sound.

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Somebody just added this story to a shelf named 'Dead'! This is very much not the case. Work has just slowed down due to, well, work. I've got a full-time job now, and unlike the last place, I have next to no free time to work on anything. That said, I still get lunch breaks and a couple of days off a week, so I am still writing! Just not at the same volume. Apologies for the lack of horse words, and appreciation for your patience

working brain go brrrrrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrRRRRRrRrrrrRRRr
writing brain go

Huh, alright then. Changing the complete tag, I guess look forward to the second chapter?

I'm announcing my next pet project, another Spike ship! This time Pinkie will get the limelight
If you're interested at all in a spiritual successor, then give Scales and Sweets a try

The only gods I have ever worshipped
Have been the ones I could touch
The ones that ask for nothing
Besides the gentle rotation of a thumb

The dragging of teeth over smooth skin
The silk of hair cascading where it shouldn't
Nails and fingertips tracing veins and arteries
Flesh and flesh and blood and flesh

And what god would not want to be revered
In the way that I pray to you
The same way every man should pray
On his knees, with your fingers in their hair

And here it is! Careful, it starts playing right away. I'm sorry for the background hiss, but I only have the one microphone, which is on a headset

“Do you ever wonder…”

She looked back at the tree, the leaves dancing in a light, salted breeze.

“No. No, of course not.”

She turned back, looking into the orange sun. It sat on top of the waves, white caps dancing into one another.

She looked down, at the beach far below her.

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