Who or what has changed more: Anon's old home world, or Anon himself?
This story might or might not be an entry in Science Fiction Writing Contest (Mk III).
Who or what has changed more: Anon's old home world, or Anon himself?
This story might or might not be an entry in Science Fiction Writing Contest (Mk III).
Anon feels like there's no need to get up today. He's been feeling a lot of things actually, and that's why he has been spending most of his time in the library lately.
But today he won't be able to stay put, because at the incredibly important festival they've set up a mystical tent, that even magic itself compels him to visit.
Anon makes prosthetics, but despite the words of others, he isn't happy with them.
Just a little short story I made while working on another fic. Not sure if I'll do more, but if there's enough interest, I have a few ideas for where to go with it.
Edit: This was initially intended to be a short story where it ended after the first chap, but I've since added more at the request of commenters. I plan to continue adding chaps, but I guarantee nothing. Let me know what you think.
This story did not explode! What a relief and/or letdown.
Part of OPERATION CRACKFIC STORM 2024 ( group | stories ).
Thanks to Silk Rose for coming up with the idea, writing chapters 22 and 9, and developing the code; thanks also to Meadowsys for general code help.
Thanks to IrradiatedPirateBooty ( tumblr ) for the awesome character art.
And thanks to everyone in the comments who stuck around for the final countdown!
This story is a sequel to Ancient Bones
A being that has lived for millennia, that almost wiped out the minotaurs and ponies of the east, and has developed brand new magical languages every century to prevent the living from gaining the upper hand against him has thrown in the towel. The lich decides to follow the three ponies who had come to his artificial continent Arkom to slay him, curious as to the progress and inventions the creatures whom he once tried to turn into undead.
His childlike wonder unnerves the three who hesitantly bring him to the mainland and get him to stand trial for what he did, but he doesn't exactly cooperate. The 'new world' is a fascinating thing to one stuck in the past, leading to the lich jumping about eagerly to discover everything. The populace don't take it well.
Fizzlepop Berrytwist, now acclimated to Ponyville by Twilight's recommendation, was invited to a party for Gummy's birthday. She didn't want to go, but she went anyway, and found herself being alone, again. Like always.
Fortunately for her, a human by the name of Anon was not a fan of being alone. And he was going to make sure she wasn't alone any longer, even if it meant embarrassing her the whole time.
Art by TenebrisNoctus (source for direct link to picture).
Inspired by The Darkest Moment - Say Your Sorries (And Goodbyes).
Pre-read by: Chaospaladin and Rikkity.
"Why does Celestia raise the sun? How can she move something so huge every single day?" Two simple, innocent questions. Yet the answer may be too much for Anon's mortal mind. A truth so great it could crush his very grip on reality.
Or maybe it doesn't even matter.
Cadance just got done dealing with the end of the world. Turns out, it never stops ending.
Another piece that's more concept than story. Here, I try to place Cadance into the world in a way that makes sense to the confusing mess of headcanon I've got up here in this noggin of mine.
'Eternity is wasted on hatred, Mr. Harlow. For try as we might, immortality slips away, and we're left with only our shame.'
Peter Harlow is many things. Prepared for becoming a Dracula knock off on a planet full of talking fairy tale animals is not one of them.
He is however stubborn and determined to make it work. If he can succeed is yet to be seen, but one thing is certain
He's a Vampire.
Not a Displaced fic.
Coverart by the delightful rikithemonk
Inspired by
Skeletor, Master of the Empire by Hotel_Chicken
How I started a war in a children cartoon by Netap