Maybe I should continue The Wolf and the Sun. I have a fair bit of it planned, after all..

Rain roars endlessly, pattering against glass in droplets- pressed against it like children, looking eagerly into a candy store. They slide away in time, their fascination lost. The murmur of conversation drifts as a transparent haze, clinging to your ears like mist on a summer morn. Coffee grounds fleck the barrista's smock as he takes your half-whispered order.

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The man stands alone, surrounded by his comrades.
Crosses grasp at the sky, the bony fingers of the dead.

The man sits alone, his heart sinking into the earth.
Wind howls, wind screams with long-recalled agonies.

The man sleeps alone, love long lost to another.
Sunlight cuts the stars, oozing crimson ochre.

The man lives alone, his blood lonely in the world.
Cold creeps, dragging along bones with taloned hands.

The man thinks alone, faith forsaken in memory.

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This is what I've been doing recently. As you can see, my time has been used correctly.

Celestia hummed as she did paperwork, cheerfully cutting a swathe through Parliament's red tape. She couldn't quite recall the tune, but she didn't know the words at all, so she continued to hum.

Not much could sour her mood. She was expecting an old friend to drop by, and her timetable was empty enough for a chat over tea. Then, she imagined, she'd finally drag him out to see the Wonderbolts.

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The thing is that I'm working on a big story.
Apologies to those who want me to work on Crystal Wake, The Atlas, or The Wolf and the Sun, but I'm just not feeling up to it.

So you know how I said that I had an idea to finish Darkness to Dust?
You know how I didn't follow up?

Well, I actually did. The sequel to Darkness to Dust is Crystal Wake; you'll see eventually-- I'll try and recapture the style of Darkness to Dust where possible. The style of writing, for me, depends heavily on the narrator; Death liked telling stories, and so on.

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This one will be short:
If you had one wish, what would you do?
No, nothing clever. What would actually make your life happier?

I'm laughing so hard right now it's really silly.

Using a simple find-and-replace function, the following terms are altered for me:

Sweetie, Sweetie Belle(and related terms) = Meeester
Cloud = Butt
The Cloud = My butt
Fluttershy = wiffle ball
hooves = hats
pony =
Celestia = Slamlestia
Twilight Sparkle = Jamlight Dunkle

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It goes on, but that's the beginning. The site becomes unreadably dumb when I have the replace filter on.
~Nharctic