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The story never ends. It is the endless spool, the bottomless pool of flowing creativity, always waiting for a new hand to take the needle and weave the story anew. This is the direction I weave the thread, and welcome to my tapestry.

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Quill'd In: Crystal Ponies

In which I take a look at the phenomena that is the Crystal Ponies, and evaluate why it is that they are the way that they are. Oh, and some other stuff happens, too…
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My Constant Companion

(Just a short personal narrative that I wrote this evening under the strong influence of caffeine and excessive studying for finals.)   Thomas was alone. A solitary plush toy seated in the centre of a sea of black bed sheets. His back propped up against the small pile of pillows, he stared straight ahead with emotionless, glass eyes. He looked sad and forlorn, just sitting there with his soft, flexible limbs spread-eagled across the bedspread. He was alone. Alone in this room, alone in this ho
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A Series of Right Rotten Events, finally up on FimFiction.net!

The first two chapters of my first ever MLP-themed fan fiction are finally finished! Over a month of writing, excessive proof-reading and revision, finally over! Here's to hoping that it pays off! Do give it a read and let me know how I did! http://www.fimfiction.net/story/149680/a-series-of-right-rotten-events A huge thank-you to Killsy, Mr. Critical, CrioArathemis, Tsuki Kanshisha, and the friends and family that proof-read and provided their feedback for this story! I sincerely hope th
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An Unfortunate Message from Silver Quill

To my dearest Reader, I regret to inform you that the work of fan fiction which you are about to be told about is exceedingly troublesome, for it recounts the unfortunate lives of the three Apple youngsters. Though they are charming and faithful, these poor ponies’ lives are filled with misery and misfortune. From the very first paragraph of this upsetting account of events the cruelty of their lives is realised, and my horn falters even now as I record them. In this woeful series the three Ap
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The well of the world overflows.

There is that familiar feeling, a feeling of worry, dread, and depression, hovering on the edge of my subconscious, threatening to overflow into the active portions of my consciousness. But I will fight. What reason have I to be sad or worried? Stressful thoughts hover before my tired eyes but I blink them away. I have no reasons to be feeling this way, after all, I am happy and content, with loving family and great friends. So what could it be? Is it the taxation of the world finally taking aff
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"With patience comes understanding, with understanding comes peace."

You will never see the world through my eyes. Or I through yours. What right is there to call anyone strange, stupid, or misguided? Every action and decision is individually justified, but you would never know that by looking at everyone as though looking at a mirror. I have somewhat of a motto, which I have posted and shared around frequently; some of you may have seen it before: “With patience comes understanding, with understanding comes peace.” I would now like to alter and add to it to be
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Chapter 1 finished; in need of a proof reader(s)

Greetings, everypony! So the first chapter of my most recent fan fiction is finished, now I just need someone to help me out with editing it before posting it on FimFiction.net! If anypony wants to provide a helping hand, please let me know! I would like to have one or two people just look this over and provide any critical feedback on grammar, content, and consistency/flow. Thank you in advance! ~Silver Quill
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Finding Celestia: Who raises your sun?

Depression is one hell of a condition. Waking up every morning and wishing that you hadn’t, forcing yourself to move your tired, worn limbs as your brain sluggishly tries to process thought, just to have the same negative impressions loom at the brim of your subconscious… What is the point? Why did I bother waking up at all? What does it all mean? What do I live for? Man without purpose is like the walking dead. We need to have a drive, a motivational force, to pull us out of our beds eve
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