The Origins of Carmelita FoxA young vixen of ten years old knelt over her latest customers shoe, old rag over her shoulder, black shoe polish in one hand and a small sack in the other. She set the sack down and reached for her rag, spraying some polish on it and getting to work on the mans shoes.The Origins of Carmelita Fox10 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The scruffy young girl had a greasy shirt a few sizes too big, and a pair of coveralls with one straps button missing, the strap hanging loose. Her blue/black hair was tied behind her back with a dirty piece of twine and her reddish/hazel and yellow fur was stained. Her eyes, an intelligent liquid-brown, concentrated on the task at hand. A birthmark sat below her left eye, giving her an air of distinction, despite her grubby appearance.
She finished the job swiftly, leaving neither mar nor spot on the portly badgers shoe. He smiled, leaned down and patted her head before dropping two American dollars in her hand. Her eyes went wide upon receiving it.
Pardon me, sir. This job is only two cent
One last letterOne last letter3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Twilight Sparkle, my dearest acolyte,
I hope this long letter finds you in good health. You have expressed curiosity your whole life for the ancient secrets. I know much of what caught up with my sister and I from times long past has left you with many unanswered questions. You have also, as of late, been concerned about your age and that now, your years approaching three digits, leaves you little time left to learn.
That is something that has never ceased to astonish me about you. Your thirst for knowledge in whatever form it may come.
It is time now, in the time you have left, to understand why I kept the old knowledge from you. I have of course let slip certain details about the distant past. Your discovery of the book holding the tale of my sister's fall was no accident. I am no goddess, as you know. There were times when I thought no hope remained. When I had to remind you of the beautiful letters you wrote me to inspire in your heart the strength to rally your friends, the Embod
SJW (Social Justice Warrior) and how to crush themOne of the clear signs of a ProgSheep (aka “Zero sum game kind of Leftist”) being pushed into a corner, knowing that it’s at the end of its rope, is that its mental faculties will start to melt down completely and it will start to lash out in ever more angry and insane ways.SJW (Social Justice Warrior) and how to crush them6 months ago in Personal More Like This
A perfect example would be the Social Justice Warrior variant of the ProgSheepspecies and their antics as of late.
Beset by an overwhelming (and sadly, often unjustified) sense of lack of worth, they’ve devoted their lives to making sure that nobody else is enjoying themselves either.
Like any other ProgSheep subculture, they simply cannot stand anybody doing something they enjoy, because their happiness is a constant reminder of how utterly bereft of joy their own lives are, just as they cannot bear the thought of anybody being successful as that serves as a painful reminder of just how spectacularly they have failed to achieve anything of value themselves.
Thus they constantly strive