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plonqI mentioned awhile back that one of the stories I had in my queue was a bit of fluff involving colourful ponies.
The good news is, now that my long, moderately dramatic story is out of the way, and another Christmas tale is in the can, I finally found time to write that one.
It is to the point where I am going to call it almost complete, and I plan to post it in the new year to start off 2020 with pones.
I've attached a short, boring teaser where nothing happens.
Although the castle library was never technically closed to the public, Twilight Sparkle had become very familiar with the ebb and flow of its customers. She knew that the odds were very slim that somebody would interrupt her studies, but if a visitor happened to stumble in during this normally dead time, they would have to resign themselves to seeing its keeper with an unkempt mane, bathrobe, and fuzzy slippers.
The alicorn entered the main library and approached her reading desk with a steaming mug of clover tea, and a firm resolve to read the wretched book that lay in its centre. The author of the selfsame tome had given it to the princess at a book fair up in Canterlot almost a year earlier, but the writer's condescending demeanor and misguided take on the subject matter of the book left Twilight Sparkle reluctant to breech its pages. The princess sighed, set down her tea on the corner of the desk, and pulled up her reading chair.
A Treatise on the Scarcity of Friendship: Proper Stewardship of a Non-Renewable Resource.
Even the title of the book set the mare's teeth on edge. The thought of cracking the cover of the book filled her with mild despair, but she lived by the adage, "leave no book unread, no matter how painful or ignorant its contents."
(to be continued)
The good news is, now that my long, moderately dramatic story is out of the way, and another Christmas tale is in the can, I finally found time to write that one.
It is to the point where I am going to call it almost complete, and I plan to post it in the new year to start off 2020 with pones.
I've attached a short, boring teaser where nothing happens.
Although the castle library was never technically closed to the public, Twilight Sparkle had become very familiar with the ebb and flow of its customers. She knew that the odds were very slim that somebody would interrupt her studies, but if a visitor happened to stumble in during this normally dead time, they would have to resign themselves to seeing its keeper with an unkempt mane, bathrobe, and fuzzy slippers.
The alicorn entered the main library and approached her reading desk with a steaming mug of clover tea, and a firm resolve to read the wretched book that lay in its centre. The author of the selfsame tome had given it to the princess at a book fair up in Canterlot almost a year earlier, but the writer's condescending demeanor and misguided take on the subject matter of the book left Twilight Sparkle reluctant to breech its pages. The princess sighed, set down her tea on the corner of the desk, and pulled up her reading chair.
A Treatise on the Scarcity of Friendship: Proper Stewardship of a Non-Renewable Resource.
Even the title of the book set the mare's teeth on edge. The thought of cracking the cover of the book filled her with mild despair, but she lived by the adage, "leave no book unread, no matter how painful or ignorant its contents."
(to be continued)
