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.”
I miss the days--to all my fans and supporters, you were great. I leave a ghost, honest but neglected promises, and just the tip of the worlds I wished to share...
A thirtysomething Brony from Pennsylvania with a library degree. I also have a Patreon.
The sexiest man you've ever met.
I write lots and lots of horse words; everything from comedy to drama. If you like what I write, please support me on Patreon.
Why do I put all the stories I have problems continuing on the site while keeping the ones I literally have spent years typing with a friend to myself? The heck's wrong with me?