My Pretty

Well, it turns out that the Wicked Witch of the West isn't too happy about Dorothy smashing the Wicked Witch of the East with a house for some reason. Dorothy's all like, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to, but that isn't cutting it with the Wicked Witch of the West. She is pretty ticked.

my pretty

All jokes aside (or was it a joke?) this is a pretty decent story. It has good pacing so far and I had no troubles reading it. It may feel like a self insert story at times, but it's a self insert story executed well.

An elderly man, his death rapidly approaching, takes his young grandson up onto a hill behind his house and gives the boy his pocketwatch. Then, standing among falling apple blossoms, the man also "gives instruction" on the nature of time: how when you grow up, it begins to move faster and faster, slipping away from you in great chunks if you don't hold tightly onto it. Time is a pretty pony, with a wicked heart. 041b061a72