The Blank PageI rummage through my desk drawers, looking for my journal.The Blank Page by ~OddFox17
My drawers are not organized in any sense of the word. Mostly they are just a place to
stuff crap: old essays, notes, pens, pencils, and anything else I don't have a use for
but don‘t feel like throwing away. It’s actually kind of interesting. Like an
archeologist at a dig site, I'm unearthing stuff that hadn’t seen daylight in a
loooong time. The deeper I dig, the older the stuff I find.
C'mon, its gotta be here somewhere. I think as I dig through stacks of dusty
paper. The papers have been in this drawer so long that they've practically
fossilized. Old ess
Interviewing the Yellow colt Mark IIInterviewing the Yellow Colt Mark IIInterviewing the Yellow colt Mark II by ~OddFox17
Starring hardbitten reporter Charles Whiterun and yellow unicorn Ironsight.
A gift for Ironsight145 from Oddfox17.
Charles Whiterun, ace reporter for the New York Times, walked through Ponyville Park, trying desperately
to clear his mind. His deadline was approaching like a runaway freight train, and his editor expected
something The grizzled reporter sat down on a bench that was five sizes too small for him. He sighed as he
watched the ponies trot by.
"Sometimes I hate this job."
Two years ago, if someone had told Charles that he'd be interviewing characters from a children's TV
Experiment 1RainExperiment 1 by ~OddFox17
It washes over the land in waves, soaking into every nook and cranny.
It beads on cars and splatters againt windshields. It slides off roofs and gurgles down
It puddles on roads and slithers down windows
It turns Asphalt to ice and dirt into greasy fudge.
It can be as fine as sugar or as coarse as gravel.
It can drift gently on the wind or barrel through it like meteors.
It rarely calls ahead and always arrives unannounced.
It makes for a very rude houseguest.