Twilight floated a second fritter up to her mouth when she realized the first was gone. “What is in these things?” “Mostly love. Love ‘n about three sticks of butter.”
Hey guys. I'm Soft Story, but please call me Soft. I like to write things and sometimes they get published! I also do a Tumblr thing.
Not checking in here. I may post stories because my patrons are nice and like ponies. Otherwise out of the fandom, sorry peeps.
I'm a brony. That's about it. Write when I'm bored or have a REALLY good idea that just won't leave me alone.
Proof that I'm not dead. I was just in a slumber, waiting for reason to rise again. I might have found that reason.
Thanks, but please don't send me cash "tips." Instead, support this charity: The Fletcher Street Urban Riding Club.
Lecturer by day, pony word peddler by night.