Hey, Harry Leferts here from Nova Scotia, Canada. Hopefully you'll enjoy my stories.
Prithee and well met, thou tempestuous witch of storms, to alight so delicately upon the jet streams of the cerulean sky. Welcome to Spirit Airlines.
I'm not a professional writer, I'm just someone writing fics for fun and nothing more.
Aspiring writer, self-proclaimed hardcore gamer, adept of human psychology. Does not consider excessive pride for a vice.
Nothing says I miss you quite like war poetry carved in your door with a stanley knife.
This account is no longer in use. I'm leaving it up so people can read my stuff. If you need to contact me, send an email to dawnfade@gmail.com
Once upon a time, I dreamt of being a mad scientist when I grew up. After much consideration, I realised that science is quite hard. So I became a mad writer instead, which is much easier. True story.
Bushfires, floods, cyclones and drought. All at the same time. Australia is trying to kill us all.
I'm just a simple, southern man that loves ponies, Star Wars, ridiculousness, and adorable things. I'm also an ex-Navy nuclear machinists mate, and life long martial artist.
I write lots and lots of horse words; everything from comedy to drama. If you like what I write, please support me on Patreon.
Reader of stars, teller of tales. Secretly a bat, or something.
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Mentality: Wicked Age: Whatever I feel like Favorite hobbies: Ponies, superheroes, HTTYD, Kingdom Hearts, Crossovers and GAMES
I'm a mysterious man with a large Viewer list, despite being very self critical of my work. Looking to write professionally someday.
"Gold for the merchant, silver for the maid / Copper for the craftsman, cunning in his trade / 'Good', laughed the Baron, sitting in his hall / But iron - cold iron - shall be the master of them all."