Brony and fanfic writer. Part time college instructor, full time grad student
Aspiring to live under a bridge, but the man keeps holding me down.
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.”
Somedays, I sit, looking at the stars. I muse and wonder. I meditate and reflect. And I find the miracle in a new day of life. Especially since I swallowed so much glass the day before.
Thanks, but please don't send me cash "tips." Instead, support this charity: The Fletcher Street Urban Riding Club.
"Mille Fleur... Gigantesco Mano, clutch, spank and STOMP!"
• I'm one book short of a trashy paperback trilogy, written entirely in crayon. "Dense and vague, yet unimaginably interesting." - Regidar.
AKA: ScarletDuke; I'm an old story writer, trying to get back on the pony. As of 2024, I really just want to finish something.
18 and reconsidering the whole "authorial exploit" once more.