>>29895 I still ended up editing it a bit more. Probably should have waited a day or two before trying to get eyes on it, as just thinking about some lines I realize how much can be changed or shortened down for the better. >>29898 >The only stuff I ever seem to get any ideas for end up being longer stuff Try thinking of something silly involving ponies that wouldn't lend itself too well to being longer than a single chapter. >or I imagine them better as comics. I sometimes do the same, but you should remember that if it's not good enough as a written story, then it might not be good enough a story if it were drawn either.

Watch out for anyone asking to make a comic out of your story, they're scammers/bots; also don't click on any links they send you.

>>29906 I'm not really any good at just sitting down and thinking of ideas, I usually just have to write them down when they come to me, then come back later to flesh them out into an actual story (I don't do this part). Only thing I thought of recently that would count as a single chapter length would be a prequel short type thing of a longer story I also haven't written. Probably true, you still need to be good at writing to make a good comic. It's just a different way of expressing the story. Good thing I'm not an artist either.

I can't believe 4chan died. Again!

It is what it is, but it made this place known to me. Quite fortunate, I must say.

>>30949 Now you know the place to be! A little retreat when the madness becomes too much on the big chan, or it dies again. It's slow but comfy breathing room.

>>29878 Not bad, Anon. You wrote Rainbow well, and I liked the ending with the Anon plush.

The site's down again, kek. Just put her out of her misery at this point.

Has cuckflare been really aggressive on fimfiction the past few days or is it just for me?

>>31178 Cuckflare has decided that they decide what browser you may use, and Palemoon is not that browser. Haven't tried going to FiMfiction in basically forever, but cuck flare is on fire and can burn to the ground for all I care. Which won't speed things up much since I'm pretty sure they're a glowing operation like the gmails becoming the one true Search. Unrelated to that site but related to writing, a couple months ago I went to a short-story writing mini-conference thing. About an hour long, there were handouts on how to create a basic short story. Of course I wrote ponies. Here's the opening few paragraphs of what came of that thing (that I still haven't finished) >> > "You could always eat their souls." opined Snow Drift calmly. After taking a slurping sip of her smoothie she added "Do you want me to kick them back in line?" Ground Chuck was always getting out-flown, but the stadium had room for twice as many ponies as had already bought tickets. Mouth dry, he tried to unstick his tongue to respond but first had to manually un-clench his jaw to reply "You know I'm not ashamed of being a half-breed." He closed his eyes, sighed, and made himself draw the next breath slowly, carefully. Looking at his classmate, he asked rhetorically "I mean, where are my wings?" Now in line right behind the place-stealing couple he added "Has anypony confirmed if that even works?" Drift choked on her drink and coughed a little. Throat cleared she replied with a quick, flat "Of course not." with a seriousness usually reserved for interrogations by the Solar Sins. "Looks like I should have acted sooner." as she pointed with a fetlock at the sudden shortening of the line. Jaws clenched again, Chuck told himself the pair in front of him hadn't made it to the ticket booth yet, meaning he hadn't actually lost anything. Yet. Drift was holding back to let Chuck keep up so the place-stealers had already left by the time Chuck and Drift were at the ticket window. The pterippus in the booth was nervously shoving drawers shut, locking cabinets as the last pair of ponies in line approached. Dark green eyes found Snow Drift first, as he began telling her "Concert has been canceled I'm Sorrrrrrrrr rrrp?" This last because the eyes had drifted to acknowledge Ground Chuck, who was not standing on the ground as this part of town was located at about thirty five hundred hooves up. Drift tried to slurp a little more of her empty smoothie, and Chuck broke the silence, only awkward at this point to Chuck himself because he didn't want to explain, by asking "Band came down with feather flu?" >> >