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I read and read and read and read But there’s no truth in words (I know this) There never was And yet people keep writing From the beginning of time on Trying to express that same desperate question Probably easy to name, but I don’t want to try It has too many parts I’ve used “desperate” about me often I am – I’m desperate I thought I hated beards but I don’t care now (haha, beards) I thought I’d write this poem So many times but I’m writing it now I’m surprised, it’s surprised It’s not as lyrical as I expected It’s just here, it has questions And still,

I’m concerned about my weight I never thought I’d have an issue with it going down But it keeps going down as if I am in love And I’m in love with nothing but the past Unreachable And the future So vast but so impeccably not mine My weight goes down and I worry But with a touch of arrogance It’ll start climbing and I’ll worry more About the body that’s escaping me As I try to escape anything dear Anything that wishes to hold myself, lightening Closer in its claws I see through only my claws And the claustrophobia of the future So wide and irreversible If there is something I am meant to be doing I’m

Subjectivity relates to what we prefer. Objectivity relates to how something is despite how we feel about it. Some stories are objectively better quality than others. If we enjoy or get something out of a bad story it's because there was something good in us, not the story. A story that fails to live up to the standards it set for itself or has a foundation built on the sand is failing in quality. We can debate whether or not it fails in this way. Refusing to acknowledge that there can be real levels of quality in storytelling because everything is "subjective" is the thing that's close-minded. The best stories are the most particular. The

There's something inside all of us which stories stem from. Talent relates to how much we understand these things and are able to control them (instead of letting them control us). We have curiosities and passions that lead to the same places over and over when we follow them blindly. The more we can understand our base tendencies the more power we can have over them and our story. We may have different opinions about how to control these passions, but writing with no plan or opinions only leads to what I call a "base story." I’ll try to explain what I mean by this. Don't confuse base stories with "basic" (underdeveloped) stories. Base

  The Bizarre Case Of Minty And Malty  by Speedy  CHAPTER TWENTY THREE:Amethyst’s Wish “Dear Minty, if you’re reading this then I have no doubt that I have died. Now, I know you were never a fan of my chosen speech so for this letter I shall write normally. Minty, I miss you greatly. You just snorted didn’t you? Yeah, I can imagine this isn’t quite what you had expected. So many years of being apart, I wouldn’t be surprised if you’d just ripped this up and threw it away at the first few words. But if you’re still reading, thank you my child. I’m writing this to be somewhat of an will,

  The Bizarre Case Of Minty And Malty  by Speedy  CHAPTER TWENTY TWO:The Confrontation Whistle couldn’t sleep, all she could do was trot back and forth in the hospital's waiting room. They had brought Minty in over two hours ago and she was taken into immediate surgery. The others thought she really had been in some sort of fight but Whistle thought maybe the whole changing back and forth is starting to take it’s toll on her, the thing that had made her think this was an black eye being in the same exact place as Minty’s last black eye. Whistle couldn’t bear this waiting, to her it was the ultimate torture and

  The Bizarre Case Of Minty And Malty  by Speedy  CHAPTER TWENTY ONE:The Horror Of A Relapse Standing in her doorway was Whistle and it only took a quick glance before Sparkleworks saw something was wrong. Whistle just stood there, staring, her body shook ever so slightly. When she made a motion to move Whistle galloped and threw herself into Sparkleworks’ lap where she cried heavily. Sparkleworks was at a lost for words but her motherly instincts had kicked in as she held Whistle, she rubbed the back of her friend’s head and offered comforting words. But Whistle cried on and it was evident something must had happened other th

  The Bizarre Case Of Minty And Malty  by Speedy  CHAPTER TWENTY:It Gets Worse, And Then Terrible “OK, let me ask very clearly...” started Star Catcher who trotted around a small circuital room. Her friends Minty, Whistle, Tropical Dream, and Lily sat at a table in the center of the room. Sparkleworks stood against an glass stained wall which was the only thing that stood out against the rest of the room which was dull and metallic. Star Catcher took a seat and crossed her hooves as she looked over her friends intensely. “Have any of you seen Malty in the last twenty four hours?” she asked them. At her question th

  The Bizarre Case Of Minty And Malty  by Speedy  CHAPTER NINETEEN:You Thought It Was Over Sparkleworks awoke in the morning, yawning and nuzzling against her partner. Suddenly a ray of sunlight struck her face and burnt through her tightly closed eyelids. She yawned a second time leaning upward as she began sniffing the air. “Hm...eggs..” she moaned rubbing her eyes. The room was blurry so she rubbed her eyes again. “Morning, Sparkleworks” came Pearl’s voice. Sparkleworks stretched while looking onward, seeing a plate of steaming hot eggs and grape jelly were just inches from her nose. She rolled her head ov

  The Bizarre Case Of Minty And Malty  by Speedy  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN:The Big Game \Exhausted, Minty stepped into her shower to wash away the day’s events. The warm water pouring against her face had never felt nicer, she stretched and held her mouth with a whimper. “Wish I could take these offs..” she grunted as the blue hue illuminated the water. “No, thank you Doc, waterproofing the bandages was a good idea..” Minty grabbed the bar of soap and proceed to wash herself, stepping out of the shower some ten minutes later. Grabbing a towel she wiped steam off of the mirror before tying it around her head, sh