Update: "Reaping Rainbow" - FINAL Chapter is here! · 5:30pm Oct 12th, 2019
Just under the wire before the Series Finale (sniff ), here it is! Enjoy!
Just under the wire before the Series Finale (sniff ), here it is! Enjoy!
Here’s a list of true events I’ve lived through in the last few weeks—assembled in somewhat chronological order. Keep in mind I wrote this intending it as a comedy, but since it’s an actual abridged chronicle of my life, it reads like a horror story.
I expect nobody will laugh when reading this.
And I find that so unbelievably fucking funny, oh my God.
I’m not a huge fan of sweet or sappy stories.
Somehow, today, I stumbled into five of them.
I really need to watch my step, or else I’ll end up looking like the crusaders after one of their misadventures.
Still, even so, I found something to like.
Today’s stories:
Let a Smile be Your Umbrella by Pascoite
Change is Good by ocalhoun
Gone So Long by Skywriter
Today, I Marry My Best Friend by Jade Ring
Writers have been busy little bees, so it is time for me to be a big busybody.
Today’s stories:
Out of the Loop by OkemosBrony
As I Lay Smiling by shortskirtsandexplosions
Eternity by Taialin
Dead Nuthatch by Present Perfect
Yesterday, All My Tavis Seemed So Far Away by shortskirtsandexplosions
CLP
1481The Glorious, Golden Voice of Zipporwhill
Recorded by the Flutter Record Company, Ponyville, Equestria.SIDE 1
THAT OLD FEELING (Brown-Fain)
ON THE GOOD SHIP LOLLIPOP (from the film Bright Eyes) (Clare-Whiting)
SMILE (from the film Modern Times) (Chaplin-Parsons-Turner)
WHAT IN THE WORLD'S COME OVER YOU? (Scott)
This Isn't War is not a story about suicide, you brainless, cynical wastrels.
BABS SEED Mono LPM-3453
BABS '66 Stereo LSP-3453Babs Seed With Her Orchestra
Here's your introduction to one of the finest singers to debut in Equestria today: Babs Seed.
Okay, I think it’s finally time to put this thing to bed (Preferably one in the Oliver Twist workhouse!).
Oh, watch him lie on his lounge, that old Aragón, that sharp fella. Covered in that velvet red robe of his, sipping idly from a cup of whiskey. There's a man you'd call a friend. There's a chap you'd call when there's trouble -- not because he can help, but he can stand there looking, make a witty quip.
You could kiss him, right now, but you won't. Because you know Aragón, that sharp fella. You know that cup looks like it's full of whiskey, but chances are, it's full of cum.