#forevervisiting

[i-am-a-person-too-blog]

"Well, nothing yet! This is just the split profit from what I was able to sell off from your last piece. Not a bad sale if do say so myself." he placed a small bag of fie pounds on the table and prepared to head out. "I'll make sure to contact you again once I have enough money to come back!"

"Thank you good sir." 

[i-am-a-person-too-blog]

Micheal entered in on a wave of light and a comical ding. "Hello, hello? Sigma, my good man I do owe you another 5 pounds."

Sigma decided to ignore the man's rather extravagant entrance in favor of a possible profit. "And which piece do you want to buy today? I have added to the collection." 

[i-am-a-person-too-blog]

"Five pounds it is." replied Micheal as he handed over a small bag of coins. "Good doing business with you."

"It's a pleasure." Sigma took the money graciously and handed over the small sculpture made of scrap metal. It was about ten inches tall. 

[i-am-a-person-too-blog]

"Reasonable. How much for the second one then?"

"Five pounds." 

[i-am-a-person-too-blog]

"Alright, do tell what pieces are for sale then. I've managed to come across a bit of money and now is better than never."

"So far, it is easier to tell you what you cannot buy. From my first to most recent, the eighth, fourteenth and fifteenth pieces are not for sale." 

[i-am-a-person-too-blog]

"Salutations Sigma! I talked it over with Mr.Ten and he's agreed to our deal. The only missing component of this small allegiance is a simple matter of monetary compensation. Thankfully, I should be able to alleviate that soon. Merely a notification."

"I thank you for the notification my friend. This is just a small reminder that certain pieces are not for sale due to sentimental value, so I would appreciate it if you could show me which pieces you want to buy so I can tell you if they are for sale." 

[rainbowparticles-blog]

forevervisiting started watching you

I was here, among the many other Racers, I was taking place in a Race, to hopefully help myself from drinking. I was stretching my wings, this was no ordinary race. It was a race for the Pegasi. Amazing.

It explained why the bleachers were different. This was a race from the ground to the sky. There was loops, but this was the Trick round. I was ready. I was going to let my colors shine.

I heard the gunshot ring out, and I bolted up. I was going to perform a sonic rainboom. But I was going to do tricks with it. I kept going, bursting through hoops, To warm up. But then, I went up as high as I could go, I could not hear the crowd gasping and freaking out, but when it got cold as cold can get, I did a nose dive.

I started to plummet, but then, like I have done other times, a cone started to appear, right as I was a quarter of my destination. The crowd seemingly started screaming, some just wide eyed, The Announcer roared, "WHAT IS SHE DOING?! IS SHE CRAZY!?"

Then there was my cue. The boom came, I spun out of control, spinning and spinning and spinning, but it was far from over. The Wonderbolts were here, and did nothing, because they had known this.

I started to make the twirl bigger, I then made a cross-like shape as I fell, Then clasped everything to my sides, I was going faster, and halfway down, I opened my wings up, and glided, but I swirled, until I landed, my hair was wild. I fixed it.

The crowd was silent, and of course, you might have been here during the whole thing. The crowd then roared with cheers, feathers, and stomping.

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I was the first place winner. I was just cleaning up, after it. I only won because of the free fall. During the contest/race, my wing had broke. So I was getting ready to go to the hospital.

[marvelousmacy-blog]

forevervisiting started following you

"Hello."

"The shop's closed. Sorry to disappoint."