MitchH just published a new story, and it's good. It's short, confusing, enjoyable and original (while also being an homage to classic sci fi). Saying more would spoil the weirdness, so just go and read All You Ponies now.
Bellmouth levitated a biscuit from the packet and carefully dunked it in his tea. This had to be done just right: dunk it too long and the biscuit could fall apart, too quick and it doesn't get the right blend of hot tea with dry biscuit. He took a satisfied mouthful. Fourty years working for the Equestrian Emergency Railway Service had given him ample time to get his dunking procedure just right.
A British Gentleman has set up a contest with an interesting premise: he wants to fill in the gaps in Fimfiction's genres, the things people don't usually write much of. The first one is:
First or second person HiE, with a FEMALE point of view character.
MitchH has published some stories lately that warrant more attention than they've had. One of them just got an RCL feature too, so I'm taking this chance to give him a boost.
I just published a minific called The Truth, on the subject of cutie marks, progress and ultimate truth. It's not really developed well enough to be a fic in its own right - I'd need to do more to put the characters in context - but I think it works as a "what if" story.
A few weeks ago, I was idly scrolling through my usual feed of news, chatter and nonsense, and saw a headline:
Neo-nazi mauled by lion
I didn't read the article - I had no desire to know more details. But what arrested me was my reaction to seeing this headline: for a brief moment, I laughed. It was over in less than a second as the horrible reality of what the headline was saying reasserted itself, but that reaction has been bugging me ever since.
