I tire of myself and my inability to make my dreams become reality.
I have a request for the mods of this site. I wish that you ban me if I fail at this challenge since, then it would be nice not to see this taunting website again, sort of some kind of internet seppuku.
The rules for this challenge are the following:
1 Each story post will contain at least one-thousand words.
2 The next post should be within twenty-four hours since the last story post.
That's it.
I will write the word count on each post and date. I will post the first post in some hours. I just got to do some bench presses before I do. Don't ask about the weights. They are gay.
/mlpol/ - My Little Politics
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Also, this will last for... Let's say fifteen days from now on.
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Tick tock nigger where's my thousand words
>>230828
This is the first post. After that, there is 24 hours till the next one should be out.
Give me one hour andd it should be enough.
This is the first post. After that, there is 24 hours till the next one should be out.
Give me one hour andd it should be enough.
If mods can permanent ban then surely they could also permanent unban a person. I think this person should never be banned for any reason. Global rules and leaf.law exempt. It would be fun to see how far he.she.it will go.
>>230828
”Have you seen Silver?”
A red earth pony mare with a long curly blonde-orange mane wearing an apron turned away from a stove with broccoli and other vegtable boiling in diffferent pots. She turned towards a grey unicorn mare with a long white mane and red eyes.
The mane was thine ontop of her head. This thinese of the hair combined with its length and straightness really made it look like someone had just attached a bunch of strings without any stiffness to them at all. This wasn't the only thing making her hair unique as it also the style of the mane that stood out amongst the ponies she had chosen to spend her life with but I am getting way ahead of myself. Anyway, bakc to her style, it was spread out equally long in every direction. Even in the front, except there they look like curtains that had been moved out of the way to make room for the mares face.
”Yes, last Ah looked he was playing some boardgame with rest of the colts by the table outside the barn,” the red mare answered with your typical Apple family drawl.
”You mean the on in the front?”
”No, the one in the back.” The red mare brought a hoof to her chin before she began to gesture with it as she explainedwhere she meant. ”If you go behind the barn and continue past the hen house, you will see them.”
”Oh, thank you. It is good I have you here to keep track of my foal.” The grey mare winked.
The red mare giggled and smiled brightly.
”We mothers got to stick together. To keep track of colts is like breaking a bunch of stampeding cows; it is more than one mare's job.”
Meanwhile Silver fucking ass nigga awesome Star and no I did not just change my style of writting and tone just to appease the timelimit. Fuck, why can I not break timelimit into two words. Whatever, so the point with the scnene coming up... Also, shut up. Meta-commantery is totally part of this story. The narrator is a totally a chracter in this story. I never wrote that it was not the case. It said so in the fine print goy. Also, it totally seriously undoubtly so that i wrote this to be some sort of staire and commantery on the current meta fixation in populare culture.
Anyway, Silver was playing some board game as the writer got an idea to manage this for this night.
The board game he was playing with his the other colts, which were earth ponies unlike himself that was a unicorn... Right, I can spend seriously awesomely many words describing him even though anyone who has been on this site before knows of him since he is a meme that I have wierdly developed a fixation on like so many others.
Also, that was not a run on sentence. You are just bad at english.
Anyway, so Silver had grey fur, which color was a senstive topic for him. He who had been named Silver and had more than two braincells to rub together knew that silver was a rare metal and therefore cooler than the grey color. This was the reasons why he got a bit peved; even though his mother, Morning Star, did not approve of him getting angry over something so trivial when other ponies called him grey. That and he was just autistic.
He had not gotten his cutie mark yet in this story so we skip it after I have just spewn out enough words to establish something that simple cloud be done with a sentence with three words.
I really have to get back to writting seriously. I just got scared shitless for a moment when Atlas came down from mod heaven and spook with booming voice that echoed from like one skyscraper to another. I assume they echo between one another since they are so big. Since I actually am Swedish I have never seen skyscrapers like the ones in New York. Just go on google maps and count stores and you will see the difference. Anyway, even if I can hit one-thousand words like this it will not give me anything if i get discalified.
Silver's mane was orange, spikey and rather large. He had henhrit the color from his father, who also had orange spikey hair. The difference between the mwas that his father had a sensible amount on his head while his son head also gained his mother's hair length which made his hair longer than his father's. Everypony knew it look fucking stupid but he did not want to cut it even though his mother naged him to do it. Eventually she just cut it because he couldn't walking around looking like a cock.
He had a bit of a complex about being a half-blood unicorn. In Equestria ponies could never be some inbetween or rather it was rare. One was either a unicorn, a pegasus, or and earth pony. It was all deterimne by ones heritage if one had parents from different tribes lets say one is a earth pony and the other a pegaus then their childrens race will be determine by if which side is the purest. For example if your mother is a unicorn, like Silver's mom, but unlike her has a parent that isn't unicorn herself but father on the other hoof has both of his parents as earth ponies then that means that you will be and earth pony since that is your purest linage. Only when two linage are the same equally pure can one be an exact mix breed. Anyway, Silver Star had a dominat unicorn side to him so he was not one of them.
This was why he was called an half blood unicorn. He was a unicorn. He had a horn and could do magic but he did was not as capable with it as other unicorns his age not that he knew that in this point in the story since he had only spent his life so far with earth ponies.
Here is m offering my lord. Alas, I humbly pray that this appeaase you.
”Have you seen Silver?”
A red earth pony mare with a long curly blonde-orange mane wearing an apron turned away from a stove with broccoli and other vegtable boiling in diffferent pots. She turned towards a grey unicorn mare with a long white mane and red eyes.
The mane was thine ontop of her head. This thinese of the hair combined with its length and straightness really made it look like someone had just attached a bunch of strings without any stiffness to them at all. This wasn't the only thing making her hair unique as it also the style of the mane that stood out amongst the ponies she had chosen to spend her life with but I am getting way ahead of myself. Anyway, bakc to her style, it was spread out equally long in every direction. Even in the front, except there they look like curtains that had been moved out of the way to make room for the mares face.
”Yes, last Ah looked he was playing some boardgame with rest of the colts by the table outside the barn,” the red mare answered with your typical Apple family drawl.
”You mean the on in the front?”
”No, the one in the back.” The red mare brought a hoof to her chin before she began to gesture with it as she explainedwhere she meant. ”If you go behind the barn and continue past the hen house, you will see them.”
”Oh, thank you. It is good I have you here to keep track of my foal.” The grey mare winked.
The red mare giggled and smiled brightly.
”We mothers got to stick together. To keep track of colts is like breaking a bunch of stampeding cows; it is more than one mare's job.”
Meanwhile Silver fucking ass nigga awesome Star and no I did not just change my style of writting and tone just to appease the timelimit. Fuck, why can I not break timelimit into two words. Whatever, so the point with the scnene coming up... Also, shut up. Meta-commantery is totally part of this story. The narrator is a totally a chracter in this story. I never wrote that it was not the case. It said so in the fine print goy. Also, it totally seriously undoubtly so that i wrote this to be some sort of staire and commantery on the current meta fixation in populare culture.
Anyway, Silver was playing some board game as the writer got an idea to manage this for this night.
The board game he was playing with his the other colts, which were earth ponies unlike himself that was a unicorn... Right, I can spend seriously awesomely many words describing him even though anyone who has been on this site before knows of him since he is a meme that I have wierdly developed a fixation on like so many others.
Also, that was not a run on sentence. You are just bad at english.
Anyway, so Silver had grey fur, which color was a senstive topic for him. He who had been named Silver and had more than two braincells to rub together knew that silver was a rare metal and therefore cooler than the grey color. This was the reasons why he got a bit peved; even though his mother, Morning Star, did not approve of him getting angry over something so trivial when other ponies called him grey. That and he was just autistic.
He had not gotten his cutie mark yet in this story so we skip it after I have just spewn out enough words to establish something that simple cloud be done with a sentence with three words.
I really have to get back to writting seriously. I just got scared shitless for a moment when Atlas came down from mod heaven and spook with booming voice that echoed from like one skyscraper to another. I assume they echo between one another since they are so big. Since I actually am Swedish I have never seen skyscrapers like the ones in New York. Just go on google maps and count stores and you will see the difference. Anyway, even if I can hit one-thousand words like this it will not give me anything if i get discalified.
Silver's mane was orange, spikey and rather large. He had henhrit the color from his father, who also had orange spikey hair. The difference between the mwas that his father had a sensible amount on his head while his son head also gained his mother's hair length which made his hair longer than his father's. Everypony knew it look fucking stupid but he did not want to cut it even though his mother naged him to do it. Eventually she just cut it because he couldn't walking around looking like a cock.
He had a bit of a complex about being a half-blood unicorn. In Equestria ponies could never be some inbetween or rather it was rare. One was either a unicorn, a pegasus, or and earth pony. It was all deterimne by ones heritage if one had parents from different tribes lets say one is a earth pony and the other a pegaus then their childrens race will be determine by if which side is the purest. For example if your mother is a unicorn, like Silver's mom, but unlike her has a parent that isn't unicorn herself but father on the other hoof has both of his parents as earth ponies then that means that you will be and earth pony since that is your purest linage. Only when two linage are the same equally pure can one be an exact mix breed. Anyway, Silver Star had a dominat unicorn side to him so he was not one of them.
This was why he was called an half blood unicorn. He was a unicorn. He had a horn and could do magic but he did was not as capable with it as other unicorns his age not that he knew that in this point in the story since he had only spent his life so far with earth ponies.
Here is m offering my lord. Alas, I humbly pray that this appeaase you.
>>230830
Don't listen to Atlas, you can do it. And remember if you feel the pressure coming do as Jack in the Shining and type "All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy." 100 times and you are safe.
Don't listen to Atlas, you can do it. And remember if you feel the pressure coming do as Jack in the Shining and type "All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy." 100 times and you are safe.
>>230807
Thanks.
>>230810
Gladly, I will need it but can my simple mind contain such a massive power?
>>230832
I don't really understand. It is not like I want to get ban but the pressure makes me work otherwise, I knew myself, I wouldn't.
>>230836
Good that someone has that. But unlike you, who constantly updates. I am the very definition of sloth.
>>230839
Hehe. I did something similiar actually.
I posted the story post before I even got around to throw it through grammarly should I repost it after one of those checks or should I just leave it be?
Thanks.
>>230810
Gladly, I will need it but can my simple mind contain such a massive power?
>>230832
I don't really understand. It is not like I want to get ban but the pressure makes me work otherwise, I knew myself, I wouldn't.
>>230836
Good that someone has that. But unlike you, who constantly updates. I am the very definition of sloth.
>>230839
Hehe. I did something similiar actually.
I posted the story post before I even got around to throw it through grammarly should I repost it after one of those checks or should I just leave it be?
>>230840
I just do not see why any of us need or want to be involved in your literal priapisms. You are holding a loaded cock in our faces and expecting us to not move until you have released your watery essense over our faces. Put a mirror in the attic and tend to yourself... .
I just do not see why any of us need or want to be involved in your literal priapisms. You are holding a loaded cock in our faces and expecting us to not move until you have released your watery essense over our faces. Put a mirror in the attic and tend to yourself... .
>>230850
Tsk. Whatever dude you can run away from this attic before I cover you in my sticky cum if you want to.
Its not watery btw. Its thick and sticky. You will know if you stick around.
I have a story in my mind that I would like to write on this website and this spurs me to do it since my main problem is that I am so lazy.
But honestly, not to be an ass but this board is slow sometimes so I don't think that it is a problem. I thought it would be fun idea.
>>230855
>The phrase "I tire of myself" has one hell of an energy to it.
It sure is motivating and thanks dude.
Yeah, I could do that but I going to go serously with this story. The only times this story will be silly is when I am short on time.
Tsk. Whatever dude you can run away from this attic before I cover you in my sticky cum if you want to.
Its not watery btw. Its thick and sticky. You will know if you stick around.
I have a story in my mind that I would like to write on this website and this spurs me to do it since my main problem is that I am so lazy.
But honestly, not to be an ass but this board is slow sometimes so I don't think that it is a problem. I thought it would be fun idea.
>>230855
>The phrase "I tire of myself" has one hell of an energy to it.
It sure is motivating and thanks dude.
Yeah, I could do that but I going to go serously with this story. The only times this story will be silly is when I am short on time.
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>>230804
C'mon Sven, you're gonna kick this challenge's ass and keep inspiring writefags across the site to achieve greater! You got this!
C'mon Sven, you're gonna kick this challenge's ass and keep inspiring writefags across the site to achieve greater! You got this!
>>230837
>>230828
So I am a master procrastinator. I had three hours but then I was like, ”Ah, I will start soon.” Now have those three hours anymore.
At a wooden table sat four colts. One of them was the colt in question, Silver Star. In front of him on the table was a wooden square board with a black matrix of squares drawn upon it with equally many colons as rows.
Each colt had a bunch of different wooden shapes that had been cut out from a thin board. The shapes designs were clearly made with the matrix in front of them in mind as each shape was a combination of squares that were stuck together by their sides.
Each colt had a different color on their pieces to separate them from the other players.
The boys had laid them out in different ways though. A Red colt with a brown mane and some black streaks in it had his all his shapes in a pile. On the opposite side of him, sat a golden brown colt with a blonde mane with a bag being tipped so that it poured out money on both of his flanks. He had grouped his shapes into fives piles with the ones containing most squares in their shapes, the highest number being five, being farthest on the right side while the one piece that contained just one square was farthest to the left.
Next to the red colt sat a brown colt with tan hair. He also had his pieces in a pile but he was more spread out. Opposite to him, drumroll was our beloved main character, Silver” I am actually not going to be to gay in this fic. No, promises though. Also, this section lets the writer sneak in some useless words to reach the limit.” Star the non-earth pony colt at the table. His pieces were organized as autistically as can be. I think.
Also, yes. This is Blockus they are playing and I guess I am just ripping off a game just like Nigel instead of coming up with my own but try doing that on short notice. Also, Nigel I not trying to take cheap shots at you. This was just to point that out and to squeeze in few more words, which rhythms with birds and herds and...
He like the golden-brown colt net to him had his pieces line up after how many squares each piece contained but unlike him, his pieces were not in a pile. They were laying flat against the table and lined up such that there was a bit of distance between each so that one could see them more clearly.
The game for people who haven't played Blockus is such that one is supposed to get as many pieces or rather squares out on the border as possible. When one no longer can put any more pieces onto the board, then the game has ended for you when no one can put any more of their pieces onto the board the game is over. At that point, the competitors count the remaining squares they each have left, you know since the pieces are made up of squares and they sum them up and see who has the least. The one with the least number of squares left is the winner.
The golden-brown colt took one of his last five square pieces and put it on the board.
”Bolt it is your turn,” he said.
The red colt in front of him had a frown on his lips and was looking away. When he heard his name, he shook his head as if he was just waking up.
”Wha...?” he said.
”I said that it is your turn.”
”Oh... Right.” He let out a quiet sigh.
With bored eyes, he inspected the board and then he shifted to gaze at his pile.
”What did you do, Stock?” He asked as he was still looking into his pile searching for something to play.
”I placed this one.” He pointed with his hoof at a piece that was a long five square block that was five square after each other in a row. ”And that was my last five square pieces.”
The red colt scratched his head before he glanced over at the other colt's pieces. The pile of five square pieces was gone.
”Uhh... So? Does that matter?”
”Yes, because you want to get rid of your larger pieces in the beginning since there is more space on the board then later.”
”You also want to remove them quickly since they give you more points than the pieces with fewer squares,” interjected Silver.
”Yeah, exactly,” said Stock.
Bolt looked down on his pile of pieces, dragged the tip of the mountain off and spread the pieces out on the table. Then he started counting all his five square pieces with his hoof.
”You have eight pieces remaining,” Silver said.
Bolt stopped in his counting and shut his eyes together before rubbing his template with his hooves. He sighed audibly now.
”How do know... How did you manage to count that so quickly?” Bolt asked.
”I didn't. I just know that you have only put four pieces onto the board, which means since there are twelve five square pieces that you must have eight remaining,” Silver said.
The word, ”only” stung in Bolt more than he wanted to admit.
He inspected the board and his own pieces.
”So... Have I already lost?” he asked.
”Not lost but you can't win anymore. You can still be third, however, since Timber still has five five-square pieces,” Silver said and gestured at the brown colt next to Bolt.
Timber did not look as tired as Bolt. In fact, his face was in the same stoic and calm demeanor as it always was. He didn't even comment on what Silver had said he just nodded.
”So between you who will... Wait, what talking about? Why are we still playing this bucking game for?” Bolt said loudly and his outburst made the other jump. ”Silver always wins and it is super boring until then.”
”Hey, I have won sometimes,” Stock said.
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>>230828
So I am a master procrastinator. I had three hours but then I was like, ”Ah, I will start soon.” Now have those three hours anymore.
At a wooden table sat four colts. One of them was the colt in question, Silver Star. In front of him on the table was a wooden square board with a black matrix of squares drawn upon it with equally many colons as rows.
Each colt had a bunch of different wooden shapes that had been cut out from a thin board. The shapes designs were clearly made with the matrix in front of them in mind as each shape was a combination of squares that were stuck together by their sides.
Each colt had a different color on their pieces to separate them from the other players.
The boys had laid them out in different ways though. A Red colt with a brown mane and some black streaks in it had his all his shapes in a pile. On the opposite side of him, sat a golden brown colt with a blonde mane with a bag being tipped so that it poured out money on both of his flanks. He had grouped his shapes into fives piles with the ones containing most squares in their shapes, the highest number being five, being farthest on the right side while the one piece that contained just one square was farthest to the left.
Next to the red colt sat a brown colt with tan hair. He also had his pieces in a pile but he was more spread out. Opposite to him, drumroll was our beloved main character, Silver” I am actually not going to be to gay in this fic. No, promises though. Also, this section lets the writer sneak in some useless words to reach the limit.” Star the non-earth pony colt at the table. His pieces were organized as autistically as can be. I think.
Also, yes. This is Blockus they are playing and I guess I am just ripping off a game just like Nigel instead of coming up with my own but try doing that on short notice. Also, Nigel I not trying to take cheap shots at you. This was just to point that out and to squeeze in few more words, which rhythms with birds and herds and...
He like the golden-brown colt net to him had his pieces line up after how many squares each piece contained but unlike him, his pieces were not in a pile. They were laying flat against the table and lined up such that there was a bit of distance between each so that one could see them more clearly.
The game for people who haven't played Blockus is such that one is supposed to get as many pieces or rather squares out on the border as possible. When one no longer can put any more pieces onto the board, then the game has ended for you when no one can put any more of their pieces onto the board the game is over. At that point, the competitors count the remaining squares they each have left, you know since the pieces are made up of squares and they sum them up and see who has the least. The one with the least number of squares left is the winner.
The golden-brown colt took one of his last five square pieces and put it on the board.
”Bolt it is your turn,” he said.
The red colt in front of him had a frown on his lips and was looking away. When he heard his name, he shook his head as if he was just waking up.
”Wha...?” he said.
”I said that it is your turn.”
”Oh... Right.” He let out a quiet sigh.
With bored eyes, he inspected the board and then he shifted to gaze at his pile.
”What did you do, Stock?” He asked as he was still looking into his pile searching for something to play.
”I placed this one.” He pointed with his hoof at a piece that was a long five square block that was five square after each other in a row. ”And that was my last five square pieces.”
The red colt scratched his head before he glanced over at the other colt's pieces. The pile of five square pieces was gone.
”Uhh... So? Does that matter?”
”Yes, because you want to get rid of your larger pieces in the beginning since there is more space on the board then later.”
”You also want to remove them quickly since they give you more points than the pieces with fewer squares,” interjected Silver.
”Yeah, exactly,” said Stock.
Bolt looked down on his pile of pieces, dragged the tip of the mountain off and spread the pieces out on the table. Then he started counting all his five square pieces with his hoof.
”You have eight pieces remaining,” Silver said.
Bolt stopped in his counting and shut his eyes together before rubbing his template with his hooves. He sighed audibly now.
”How do know... How did you manage to count that so quickly?” Bolt asked.
”I didn't. I just know that you have only put four pieces onto the board, which means since there are twelve five square pieces that you must have eight remaining,” Silver said.
The word, ”only” stung in Bolt more than he wanted to admit.
He inspected the board and his own pieces.
”So... Have I already lost?” he asked.
”Not lost but you can't win anymore. You can still be third, however, since Timber still has five five-square pieces,” Silver said and gestured at the brown colt next to Bolt.
Timber did not look as tired as Bolt. In fact, his face was in the same stoic and calm demeanor as it always was. He didn't even comment on what Silver had said he just nodded.
”So between you who will... Wait, what talking about? Why are we still playing this bucking game for?” Bolt said loudly and his outburst made the other jump. ”Silver always wins and it is super boring until then.”
”Hey, I have won sometimes,” Stock said.
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>>230828
>>230924
So before some wise guy appears on this thread to tell me how stupid I am for not getting that I can still access this website through other means even if my IP get banned, I would like to tell that guy that as he surely is aware of by know, I know. It is funny though since I sort of act like I don't know this the way I actually try to keep up with the deadlines. It would just be a minor inconvenience if I failed so one would think that it couldn't motivate me. However, I reschedule since I know I can't write later today so I need to do it now instead. My behavior does not really make sense. Maybe it is peer pressure and uphold some dignity so not to fuck up when I made such a big fuss about it. Who knows? Also, I should probably not have exposed my nationality either in hindsight.
Anyway, back to the story at hand.
”Yeah, yeah. Whatever,” Bolt said as he waved his hoof dismissively.
Stock got both flustered and a cowl on his face at the same time. He was about to say something before Bolt continued.
”Where is Big Mac and Braeburn anyway, shouldn't they have gotten here by now?”
”Well, yes. But they could have gotten delayed by something on the road. It is a long journey after all and it wouldn't be uncommon for them either,” Silver reminded him.
”No, it isn't.” He groaned. ”Can't we start playing hoofball now?”
”I thought we would play my game until they arrived,” Silver said.
”But it's so booorrrriiing. I do not like board games.”
Silver frowned.
”Well, I do and so does Stock and Timber..?” Silver shifted his attention towards the colt scrutinizing his face for his answer.
The colt, who had just been quietly been observing and was kind of conformist in nature did not answer for a brief moment.
”I don't hate it but I prefer hoofball,” he finally said.
Silver looked a bit dejected at first before he accepted the answer. Bolt noticed how Timber had phrased his answer and realized that he might have come off as a jerk before and took the this as an opportunity to make amends with Silver.
”Exactly, what I feel. I do not hate your boardgames I just prefer hoofball more,” Bolt said.
”Well, you sounded as if you hated it,” Silver said in cross tone.
A flash of annoyance past over Bolt's face. A look that said, ”Obviously, he wasn't satisfied by that either.” He quickly calmed down and was about to retort but Silver continued before he could.
”But fine. If you two don't want to play any more than you can play hoofball or whatever and I and Stock can continue to play on our own.”
”That would be great but hoofball is team sport not a single one. It is no fun if it only is one against one,” Bolt whined.
”Uh-huh, I don't see how it matters since you always hog the ball for yourself on your ego runs.”
Bolt reached his hooves up the sky in violent flinging gesture.
”No, I don't.”
Before Silver told him that his protest was unjustified and that even if he had a blade to his throat, he would not be able to define what a pass was, he heard someone behind him calling out his name.
>>230924
So before some wise guy appears on this thread to tell me how stupid I am for not getting that I can still access this website through other means even if my IP get banned, I would like to tell that guy that as he surely is aware of by know, I know. It is funny though since I sort of act like I don't know this the way I actually try to keep up with the deadlines. It would just be a minor inconvenience if I failed so one would think that it couldn't motivate me. However, I reschedule since I know I can't write later today so I need to do it now instead. My behavior does not really make sense. Maybe it is peer pressure and uphold some dignity so not to fuck up when I made such a big fuss about it. Who knows? Also, I should probably not have exposed my nationality either in hindsight.
Anyway, back to the story at hand.
”Yeah, yeah. Whatever,” Bolt said as he waved his hoof dismissively.
Stock got both flustered and a cowl on his face at the same time. He was about to say something before Bolt continued.
”Where is Big Mac and Braeburn anyway, shouldn't they have gotten here by now?”
”Well, yes. But they could have gotten delayed by something on the road. It is a long journey after all and it wouldn't be uncommon for them either,” Silver reminded him.
”No, it isn't.” He groaned. ”Can't we start playing hoofball now?”
”I thought we would play my game until they arrived,” Silver said.
”But it's so booorrrriiing. I do not like board games.”
Silver frowned.
”Well, I do and so does Stock and Timber..?” Silver shifted his attention towards the colt scrutinizing his face for his answer.
The colt, who had just been quietly been observing and was kind of conformist in nature did not answer for a brief moment.
”I don't hate it but I prefer hoofball,” he finally said.
Silver looked a bit dejected at first before he accepted the answer. Bolt noticed how Timber had phrased his answer and realized that he might have come off as a jerk before and took the this as an opportunity to make amends with Silver.
”Exactly, what I feel. I do not hate your boardgames I just prefer hoofball more,” Bolt said.
”Well, you sounded as if you hated it,” Silver said in cross tone.
A flash of annoyance past over Bolt's face. A look that said, ”Obviously, he wasn't satisfied by that either.” He quickly calmed down and was about to retort but Silver continued before he could.
”But fine. If you two don't want to play any more than you can play hoofball or whatever and I and Stock can continue to play on our own.”
”That would be great but hoofball is team sport not a single one. It is no fun if it only is one against one,” Bolt whined.
”Uh-huh, I don't see how it matters since you always hog the ball for yourself on your ego runs.”
Bolt reached his hooves up the sky in violent flinging gesture.
”No, I don't.”
Before Silver told him that his protest was unjustified and that even if he had a blade to his throat, he would not be able to define what a pass was, he heard someone behind him calling out his name.
>>231022
”Silver,” said a voice that he would recognize anywhere for the rest of his life.
His and the other's gazes turned to the source of the call and saw a grey unicorn mare with white hair and red eyes. I am holding up a neon sign that reads, ”These characteristics are important or rather they should be if my pacing wasn't so slow that we could get there anytime this year.”
”Hi, mom,” Silver greeted her as she walked up to him before she began to fondle his mane.
”Are you boys having fun?”
She smiled brightly at them.
”Yes,” said both Silver and Stock while Timber seems almost scared of this mare and just nodded nervously. Bolt was hesitant to answer, which she noticed.
”Bolt, are you having a good time?” she asked him.
Bolt shifted a bit while the possibility of getting an adult to side with him was enticing it didn't feel completely right to use her to get his will through. In the end, his boredom with the current game won him over and he tried to promote his case towards this pony in power.
His head and shoulders slumped down a bit not to roleplay but because he felt a certain shame trying to coax Silver's mom and because he didn't really want to meet Silver's gaze. He shifted a bit as if uncomfortable when he spoke.
If Bolt had paid attention Silver had just frozen up himself anticipating what was going to come next.
”It is just that I don't really like board games...” He paused there more because he didn't know here to take his argument next rather than anything else. However, he didn't need to continue since Silver's mom took over.
”Tsk. Silver, this is why I told you not to bring a game along. You can play them at home. You don't need to play them at family reunions,” Silver's mom said.
She has a name I just want to establish it naturally in the story rather than just telling it to you but there hasn't been any great opportunity to do so yet.
She stopped caressing him and lowered her head to his. They share a look, a meeting Silver quickly ended by turning away as he saw his mother's annoyed look.
”As I told you before this is a social game. It is up to four players and everything,” Silver protested.
”Yes, honey but at parties, one tries to do things that everypony wants.”
For a moment Silver shook his hooves in the air in frustration until he realized that he was doing so in the presence of his mother. A quick glance at her confirmed that she was not going to be pleased with an outburst from him. It made his anger fade and change to the piercing cold of dread instead. However, because he stopped himself quick enough she did not reprimand him on it.
He realized that this was happening and accepted defeat.
”You like playing hoofball don't you,” said his mother as she began to fondle his hair again.
”Yes. I do but I just wanted to play this game more,” Silver said quietly.
”But you can do that later. Now, chop chop. You get going. I can pack this back into its box.”
While Silver didn't look thrilled at the prospect, Bolt hopped off the bench he sat on immediately. He turned towards Silver's mom.
”Thanks, Morning,” he said.
Realizing how it sounded he quickly added, ”For packing down the game.”
”No, problem Bolt. I am happy to do it. You go on and play.”
”Yes, we shall. Right, lads. Follow me, I will get us our ball.”
Silver reluctantly jumped off the bench and followed the others who had already begun following Bolt.
word count: 1234
I should probably start proofreading in the future.
”Silver,” said a voice that he would recognize anywhere for the rest of his life.
His and the other's gazes turned to the source of the call and saw a grey unicorn mare with white hair and red eyes. I am holding up a neon sign that reads, ”These characteristics are important or rather they should be if my pacing wasn't so slow that we could get there anytime this year.”
”Hi, mom,” Silver greeted her as she walked up to him before she began to fondle his mane.
”Are you boys having fun?”
She smiled brightly at them.
”Yes,” said both Silver and Stock while Timber seems almost scared of this mare and just nodded nervously. Bolt was hesitant to answer, which she noticed.
”Bolt, are you having a good time?” she asked him.
Bolt shifted a bit while the possibility of getting an adult to side with him was enticing it didn't feel completely right to use her to get his will through. In the end, his boredom with the current game won him over and he tried to promote his case towards this pony in power.
His head and shoulders slumped down a bit not to roleplay but because he felt a certain shame trying to coax Silver's mom and because he didn't really want to meet Silver's gaze. He shifted a bit as if uncomfortable when he spoke.
If Bolt had paid attention Silver had just frozen up himself anticipating what was going to come next.
”It is just that I don't really like board games...” He paused there more because he didn't know here to take his argument next rather than anything else. However, he didn't need to continue since Silver's mom took over.
”Tsk. Silver, this is why I told you not to bring a game along. You can play them at home. You don't need to play them at family reunions,” Silver's mom said.
She has a name I just want to establish it naturally in the story rather than just telling it to you but there hasn't been any great opportunity to do so yet.
She stopped caressing him and lowered her head to his. They share a look, a meeting Silver quickly ended by turning away as he saw his mother's annoyed look.
”As I told you before this is a social game. It is up to four players and everything,” Silver protested.
”Yes, honey but at parties, one tries to do things that everypony wants.”
For a moment Silver shook his hooves in the air in frustration until he realized that he was doing so in the presence of his mother. A quick glance at her confirmed that she was not going to be pleased with an outburst from him. It made his anger fade and change to the piercing cold of dread instead. However, because he stopped himself quick enough she did not reprimand him on it.
He realized that this was happening and accepted defeat.
”You like playing hoofball don't you,” said his mother as she began to fondle his hair again.
”Yes. I do but I just wanted to play this game more,” Silver said quietly.
”But you can do that later. Now, chop chop. You get going. I can pack this back into its box.”
While Silver didn't look thrilled at the prospect, Bolt hopped off the bench he sat on immediately. He turned towards Silver's mom.
”Thanks, Morning,” he said.
Realizing how it sounded he quickly added, ”For packing down the game.”
”No, problem Bolt. I am happy to do it. You go on and play.”
”Yes, we shall. Right, lads. Follow me, I will get us our ball.”
Silver reluctantly jumped off the bench and followed the others who had already begun following Bolt.
word count: 1234
I should probably start proofreading in the future.
>>230828
>>231023
Hoofball is just soccer but with ponies. It is this way because I don't want to again come up with something entirely new on a whim. It is interesting though that I will kind of do this later in that why that I will build a sport around a certain thing and the story will circle this.
Bolt kicked the ball out on the small grassy area behind his father's depository of farm tools. The grass area had been made into a makeshift pitch by Bolt through placing two posts on either side of the grass area so that they formed goals.
On that note, all of this was happening because they were going to celebrate the yearly Apple family reunion that occurred during the summer and often in Bolt's home. This was because his parents offered to take care of it nearly every year but also because they happened to live in the center of Equestria. The apples lived so far apart all across Equestria after all so this was a good compromise since no one needed to travel from one end of Equestria to another for the party.
The ball had been followed onto the pitch by Bolt, who now had refocused on his comrades. He pointed at himself and then at Stock.
”I and Stock will be one team. Silver and Timber will be in the other,” he said.
The others seemed to agree.
”We will be in that goal.” Bolt pointed at one of the pairs of posts. ”You can start with the ball.”
He turned around and bucked the ball. It didn't gain much height but flew low and fast in the direction of Silver. He didn't manage to react fast enough as he leaned back to put his weight on his back hooves so his front hooves go be free. Though as said before it was already too late, when the ball came it bounced on one of his front legs due to him still being in an upwards motion. It, therefore, flew high up in the air but not without leaving him with pain on his hoof after the collision.
Lucky for Silver Timber was the first one the ball even if Bolt seemed to be very eager to hunt it down immediately as if he knew Silver wouldn't be able to control it well.
>>231023
Hoofball is just soccer but with ponies. It is this way because I don't want to again come up with something entirely new on a whim. It is interesting though that I will kind of do this later in that why that I will build a sport around a certain thing and the story will circle this.
Bolt kicked the ball out on the small grassy area behind his father's depository of farm tools. The grass area had been made into a makeshift pitch by Bolt through placing two posts on either side of the grass area so that they formed goals.
On that note, all of this was happening because they were going to celebrate the yearly Apple family reunion that occurred during the summer and often in Bolt's home. This was because his parents offered to take care of it nearly every year but also because they happened to live in the center of Equestria. The apples lived so far apart all across Equestria after all so this was a good compromise since no one needed to travel from one end of Equestria to another for the party.
The ball had been followed onto the pitch by Bolt, who now had refocused on his comrades. He pointed at himself and then at Stock.
”I and Stock will be one team. Silver and Timber will be in the other,” he said.
The others seemed to agree.
”We will be in that goal.” Bolt pointed at one of the pairs of posts. ”You can start with the ball.”
He turned around and bucked the ball. It didn't gain much height but flew low and fast in the direction of Silver. He didn't manage to react fast enough as he leaned back to put his weight on his back hooves so his front hooves go be free. Though as said before it was already too late, when the ball came it bounced on one of his front legs due to him still being in an upwards motion. It, therefore, flew high up in the air but not without leaving him with pain on his hoof after the collision.
Lucky for Silver Timber was the first one the ball even if Bolt seemed to be very eager to hunt it down immediately as if he knew Silver wouldn't be able to control it well.
>>231144
Fuck, I realized that I established something I wasn't supposed to do here. The races characteristics aren't that earth ponies have better motor functions, well maybe they get by training but not by default. That is for the pegasus. Silver is supposed to have some ball control.
I need to get to the point of this scene faster, which I could just tell in the narration like I can with this whole chapter but I wanted to show that Silver isn't as fast but first and foremost isn't as strong as his earth pony friends since well they got that from birth. There is a gap between them. But again as always, I am taking too much time to get there.
So they play and then there is this moment where Silver and Bolt are running to get first to the ball and Bolt is behind Silver in the beginning only to be overtaken just before reaching the ball. A moment like this would display what I am talking about. However, now I am talking about speed which I guess earth ponies could be better at than unicorns in my story but since Silver is a half-breed unicorn it wouldn't make sense that a true earth pony would be so superior to him unless they were that good. Speed and such are more a pegasus trait in this universe the story takes place in so I should rather be trying to show what makes earth ponies so special. This is their ridiculous strength in this universe.
Due to Bolt and Silver having stood still when the ball came to them their struggle for it lacked momentum yet Bolt effortlessly shoved Silver aside with his body and could protect with ease.
Yeah, that was a good sentence. Maybe I should have another where Silver and Timber both go for the same ball without noticing each other and their collision sends Silver flying. This would further reinforce that Silver is weaker since he is a half-breed.
I feel incompetent. I should be able to extrapolate and establish several things in one scene through showing without it feeling forced or rather that is what I am going for. Yet, it seems to take so many words to get to the point of the matter. I need to edit my thing so that I can keep myself on the relevant stuff without it seeming unnatural. Like striking some kind of balance. It is annoying to think about the fact that only two characters that have been established and presented will matter to the plot.
But anyway, back to the story. Here I am faced with the question of since the soccer scene has fulfilled its purpose, how do I transition smoothly into the next one? I could go into telling mode an have them their game by either saying they stopped for some reason or that some adult comes to tell them that they have to greet some of the guests that had arrived. But both of those scenarios are kind of unlikely. For what reason would they just stop playing and I doubt any adult would interrupt their game to greet older guest even young ones. It is more likely that they would send other foals their way to join them in their game than having them cancel it for them to just greet them. So I suppose that I should write it something like this.
They continued playing for a while. Even with Silver trying to outmaneuver his opponents using his wit the physical difference was too great and therefore Timber had to struggle to compensate for Silver's lack influence in the game. This, however, changed for Timber as the Apple foals from Ponyville joined arrived and joined in on the fun. Having Big Mac was a gamechanger for Silver's team while Applejack was smaller and younger than the other foals on the pitch meaning she did not affect the game as much. Also, she is a girl.
After a while, all the foals who were part of the apple family had gathered and the teams were way past the limit for hoofball teams. The number of foals on the pitch was around forty so about twenty in each team, which made the pitch feel very cramped since it wasn't even as large as a real pitch.
Here we go again. I could literally cut this last paragraph out of the story and it wouldn't have mattered. I am wasting your time with this.
Anyway, we are trying to get to the next scene which is about Silver meeting an adult Apple from Manehatten.
Anyway, the match ended when Bolt's mom, the red mare from the beginning, called for them because it was dinner. Silver was hungry and tired or Silver dragged himself forward, his lips were parched, his belly was growling, his hooves hurt, and he had still not caught his breath yet.
word count: 1223
I should really start proofreading. I am not satisfied with it when I read it but don't really have that much time yet or rather I don't want to. Maybe, in the future when I have been doing this for a while and the idea of continuesly posting something isn't as hard as it is now.
Fuck, I realized that I established something I wasn't supposed to do here. The races characteristics aren't that earth ponies have better motor functions, well maybe they get by training but not by default. That is for the pegasus. Silver is supposed to have some ball control.
I need to get to the point of this scene faster, which I could just tell in the narration like I can with this whole chapter but I wanted to show that Silver isn't as fast but first and foremost isn't as strong as his earth pony friends since well they got that from birth. There is a gap between them. But again as always, I am taking too much time to get there.
So they play and then there is this moment where Silver and Bolt are running to get first to the ball and Bolt is behind Silver in the beginning only to be overtaken just before reaching the ball. A moment like this would display what I am talking about. However, now I am talking about speed which I guess earth ponies could be better at than unicorns in my story but since Silver is a half-breed unicorn it wouldn't make sense that a true earth pony would be so superior to him unless they were that good. Speed and such are more a pegasus trait in this universe the story takes place in so I should rather be trying to show what makes earth ponies so special. This is their ridiculous strength in this universe.
Due to Bolt and Silver having stood still when the ball came to them their struggle for it lacked momentum yet Bolt effortlessly shoved Silver aside with his body and could protect with ease.
Yeah, that was a good sentence. Maybe I should have another where Silver and Timber both go for the same ball without noticing each other and their collision sends Silver flying. This would further reinforce that Silver is weaker since he is a half-breed.
I feel incompetent. I should be able to extrapolate and establish several things in one scene through showing without it feeling forced or rather that is what I am going for. Yet, it seems to take so many words to get to the point of the matter. I need to edit my thing so that I can keep myself on the relevant stuff without it seeming unnatural. Like striking some kind of balance. It is annoying to think about the fact that only two characters that have been established and presented will matter to the plot.
But anyway, back to the story. Here I am faced with the question of since the soccer scene has fulfilled its purpose, how do I transition smoothly into the next one? I could go into telling mode an have them their game by either saying they stopped for some reason or that some adult comes to tell them that they have to greet some of the guests that had arrived. But both of those scenarios are kind of unlikely. For what reason would they just stop playing and I doubt any adult would interrupt their game to greet older guest even young ones. It is more likely that they would send other foals their way to join them in their game than having them cancel it for them to just greet them. So I suppose that I should write it something like this.
They continued playing for a while. Even with Silver trying to outmaneuver his opponents using his wit the physical difference was too great and therefore Timber had to struggle to compensate for Silver's lack influence in the game. This, however, changed for Timber as the Apple foals from Ponyville joined arrived and joined in on the fun. Having Big Mac was a gamechanger for Silver's team while Applejack was smaller and younger than the other foals on the pitch meaning she did not affect the game as much. Also, she is a girl.
After a while, all the foals who were part of the apple family had gathered and the teams were way past the limit for hoofball teams. The number of foals on the pitch was around forty so about twenty in each team, which made the pitch feel very cramped since it wasn't even as large as a real pitch.
Here we go again. I could literally cut this last paragraph out of the story and it wouldn't have mattered. I am wasting your time with this.
Anyway, we are trying to get to the next scene which is about Silver meeting an adult Apple from Manehatten.
Anyway, the match ended when Bolt's mom, the red mare from the beginning, called for them because it was dinner. Silver was hungry and tired or Silver dragged himself forward, his lips were parched, his belly was growling, his hooves hurt, and he had still not caught his breath yet.
word count: 1223
I should really start proofreading. I am not satisfied with it when I read it but don't really have that much time yet or rather I don't want to. Maybe, in the future when I have been doing this for a while and the idea of continuesly posting something isn't as hard as it is now.
>>231861
>So is he banned yet?
No, I am not.
Also, I just got back to my computerjust now. Things outside of my control forced me to break for a while. Will continue this challenge as a personal one intstead.
It gives me a greater feeling of accomplishment posting things online, then otherwise. Since I feel a feeling of progress on site like this, which I don't get with a large doc of words.
However, I have a feeling a I am just wasting everybody's time. Therefore I will make a new thread where a I post my writting nonsense on and what could be a more fitting board than /sp/ to do that on.
>So is he banned yet?
No, I am not.
Also, I just got back to my computerjust now. Things outside of my control forced me to break for a while. Will continue this challenge as a personal one intstead.
It gives me a greater feeling of accomplishment posting things online, then otherwise. Since I feel a feeling of progress on site like this, which I don't get with a large doc of words.
However, I have a feeling a I am just wasting everybody's time. Therefore I will make a new thread where a I post my writting nonsense on and what could be a more fitting board than /sp/ to do that on.
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