• Member Since 5th Jan, 2013
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Fox in a Box


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Just like old times, friends.

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Things That'll Hardly Ever Get Done

Big Mac Becomes an Alicorn: Chapter Two- Duh (Comedy, Slice of Life) (Big Mac)

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Want: Luna visits Discord in his dreams. (Romance) (Luna, Discord)

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The Boy: Chapter One- I am a boy. My friend is a pony. Both of us are in a world that we hardly understand. (Adventure, Random, Alternate Universe Sad?) (OC, [Luna/Lyra?])

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The Umbrella Under the Falls: Chapter One- Who is this mysterious Mare-Do-Well? Each kiss tastes different... does she love me? (Romance, Random) (Mare-Do-Well, Lyra)

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Your username and avatar alone deserve a follow :rainbowderp:

Pppppppfffffffffffffttttttttt

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I'm also looking forward to more on the Big Mac story. :eeyup:

A canine related beast within a cubicle retainer? I shall reduce it to a fine pulp henceforth!:trollestia:

307960 I do apologize terribly for the delay. I haven't been able to write or even get on at all what with my frat and more and more college work coming up :pinkiesad2:

I will get to it! No worries, it shall be done. Thank you for your patience.

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Neighborhood #1 (Tunnels)

And if the snow buries my...
My neighborhood

And if my parents are crying,
Then I'll dig a tunnel from my window to yours
Yeah, a tunnel from my window to yours

You climb out the chimney
And meet me in the middle
The middle of the town
And since there's no one else around,
We let our hair grow long and forget all we used to know
Then our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow

You change all the lead sleeping in my head
As the day grows dim, I hear you sing a golden hymn...

Then, we tried to name our babies
But we forgot all the names that,
The names we used to know
But sometimes,
We remember our bedrooms and our parent's bedrooms and the bedrooms of our friends
Then we think of our parents...
Well, whatever happened to them?

You change all the lead sleeping in my head to gold
As the day grows dim, I hear you sing a golden hymn
It's the song I've been trying to sing...

Purify the colors, purify my mind
Purify the colors, purify my mind
And spread the ashes of the colors over this heart of mine.

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