Every craft requires a tool of some kind, whether it be heavy or light, precise or broad, expensive or cheap. Sometimes these tools run out, sometimes they break, sometimes they just don't do the job right anymore. This is the story of me, Chaotic Harmony, a simple pegasus with a simple craft. Writing.
[This is fic is a self-insert within a self-insert story. NOT A HiE]
hmm random i dont really know what to say but i though i'd comment anyway
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Le snap.
Le snap.
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... did he just leave the can of beans unattended on the stove while he left the house in search of a new quil? He might have more than an incomplete story to worry about when he returns.
I really enjoyed the short read. The level of detail and description was quite high; painting a lovely picture. Just a question: is "me's" an appropriate conjunction of "me is?" I've never seen it before.
That was kind of an inter
1032559 I guess that might be part of THAT story eh? Hehehehehehe I have no idea... Maybe I'll do another chapter with the other story.... I dunno.
That's it?
1033381 This was written as.... Well.... A joke...
Other, BETTER works are on my profile.
Though I am currently working on another comedy.
True, any profession requires an item. As simple as playing the flappy bird game, it also requires a very sensitive mouse to be able to conquer the furthest path.