It is incredible how the wind can bite when there isn't a breeze in the sky. Creatures of the air and creatures of the earth both know that the wind is never truly still, but that its currents can be ridden on or fought against. So can any find peace, and so can any feel the biting wind, all under the same sky. If the currents move slow, one need only to move fast, to fight the world itself and feel the sting of its retribution. Even for so bellicose a creature as this one, fighting the world is no simple task. The body burns its fuel of anger and sadness and frustration quickly, and leaves a tired husk of a being who fought the world and

The Adventures of Blues Noteworthy Ch.1 Pg.4 by GoodStNero, literature

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The Adventures of Blues Noteworthy Ch.1 Pg.4

>Go through the shops and admire all the things you can't buy because you're so poor. Without even realizing where his hooves were taking him, Blues soon found himself outside the glass doors of Golden Notes, Ponyville’s best music store. A small bell, tuned perfectly to middle C, signaled his entrance as he swung the doors open to reveal the multiple shelves that stretched out before him. The finest strings, woodwinds and brass were openly on display, just ready to be played and purchased. The finest percussion was safely stored in the back closet under three padlocks and a few magical wards. Blues didn’t have much time to m

The Adventures of Blues Noteworthy ch.1 pg.3 by GoodStNero, literature

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The Adventures of Blues Noteworthy ch.1 pg.3

>Do some exercise you fatty. An idle poke at his stomach revealed to Blues an undeniable truth: he had gained some weight, and the stomach to match. He refused to believe he was, as his spiteful inner monologue called him, "a fatty", but he had certainly put on pounds during the downtime between harvests. But why waste time doing pointless exercise when that time could be spent on real work, like eating chocolate and reading newspaper comics? Blues decided that he didn't need to exercise. It was far too silly. "I get plenty of exercise everyday, and I'll lose plenty of weight during Applebuck season," he said as he looked at himself in

The Adventures of Blues Noteworthy ch.1 pg.2 by GoodStNero, literature

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The Adventures of Blues Noteworthy ch.1 pg.2

Sleep's jumbled thoughts slowly unraveled themselves from around Blues' mind as he stood blankly beside his bed. He was in the process of analyzing his end table when his thoughts finally centered on one central theme: food. His destiny resolved, Blues trotted briskly out of his bedroom, stepping deftly over and around the myriad instrument cases and papers that made up his floor. He emerged into his small living room, which was conveniently separated from his kitchen by only a small counter. After stubbing his hoof only two times on the corner of said counter, Blues at last found himself before his cabinets, which were promptly thrown op

The Adventures of Blues Noteworthy ch.1 pg.1 by GoodStNero, literature

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The Adventures of Blues Noteworthy ch.1 pg.1

Life, they say, is an adventure unto itself. Each and every day is another chance to leap into the unknown, to learn new things and make startling new discoveries, to create and to laugh and to love. The life of Blues Noteworthy was many things, but it was certainly not an adventure. The only uncertainty he ever faced was whether or not he would be paid at the end of a gig. He couldn't afford to tour, so his music never left Ponyville, nor did he. During the Summer, he worked at his music, playing for whatever bar or coffee shop took pity on him. During the rest of the year, he was work for hire on the many farms that fed Ponyville and