New one-shot story: Passing Størm Passing

This one is an example of how ideas can mutate when you're not looking.

It started two nights ago, and it started during the small hours because that was when my lower-apartment neighbors decided to throw a party.  After lying in a vibrating bed for a while, I began to experience dark thoughts about those with no consideration for when others were trying to sleep --

-- okay:  that's a story idea.  Unwelcome party.  And after I finally did rest (not much), I decided it was also about shoving your problems away until they became someone else's problem, followed by having that party shove right back.  So that's a comedy.  Probably just a general story:  it didn't have to be part of the 'verse, and so I left that part of the usual speech out of the long description.  Plot out the basic structure, decide on the relay count, I knew I wanted a big fight near the end as those involved saw just who had been ruining their night --

-- but then the fight took place.  And I was caught staring at the screen, because when you give something a voice, you might just give it a mind.  Two characters who hadn't really spoken to each other very much on screen had just been brought together while short on sleep and high on temper.

They went off on each other.  They kept going off.  And in a very real way, all I could do was watch.

So I let them fight.  And after I wrapped it up, I put the 'verse tagging back on, publicly noted that it was happening after Triptych, and quietly sat back for a while.  Because it had started as an innocent comedy, and now...

9200 words to end what turned into One-Shot Month, along with closing out the year.

May our next year find us all with a little more joy.  Stability.  A chance to be happy.

But as long as we're wishing, may Pony Life not mightily suck.