Try as she might, the weather's just not Rarity's medium.

Set during the events of Magical Mystery Cure.

My name is Hayseed Pear. I’m ten years old and I don’t think I’ll get any older. I’m scared for myself, but I’m more scared for all you in Canterlot. I’m writing this down hoping that someone sees it before it’s too late.

(Based on the Robert Bloch story of the same name.)

This story is a sequel to The Silent Wind

Twilight has awoken in an abandoned world, her memories seemingly scoured from her mind, while the sun and moon's magic is slowly dying.

And yet throughout it all, it feels like the heaviest burden are the wings on her back.

This story was a gift for my mate Zon, and he requested a fanfic of one of his fanfics.

NOTE: This story is a Silent Wind sequel, however this is not the whole story. This is also a sequel to Shadow Within. Reading this other fic first will make certain events in this fic more understandable, but, choosing to unspoiler that link and read the other fic first will also spoil the reveal of this in this story. The story itself is comprehensible either way, so the choice is left up to the reader.

The story is finished and will be published daily until finished.

Thanks to all who helped, particularly Drider and Bike without whom I wouldn't have worked out how to publish

This story is a sequel to Anything for an Answer

Journal Entry 42: She’s coming for me, I know she is. I know what she did to Cloud Chaser and Bulk Biceps and everypony else. And now I know, she won’t let me live—

A deliberately shitty sequel to Silent Whisper's story Anything for an answer, written with permission, for a Shitty EU contest, where a bunch of friends and I write sequels that undermine and ruin the prompt story.

TW for gore!

"Faster," whispered Twilight as she cleaned up the mess. "They need to be faster."

Cadance tries to be the best mom in the world. She really does. But when she's summoned to Flurry's school after her young daughter gets in a fight with a classmate, she wonder just how good of a mom she's capable of being.

My technically-not-late entry into the Cadance Is a Terrible Mom contest.

Twilight Sparkle is hearing voices. That's bad! Luckily her doctor has just the right medicine for her to try.

A psychiatry horror story.

Preread by Love And What Came After!

I'm fine with Celestia.

Celestia loves me.

Nothing is wrong.

What does someone like Twilight Sparkle do when they need an editor for their writing?

Simple, they turn to magic instead.

A metafictional horror

Runner up in the Dreams contest for the Quills and Sofas Speedwriting Group.
This was originally written in an hour. This version has received some slight refinement. A big thanks to all who preread in the contest.
CW: Description of a suicide, depiction of a murder

No matter what anyone else says, Sweetie Belle knows that whatever that is in the mirror isn't her. That doesn't mean she can do anything about it.

An entry to the seventeenth Quills and Sofas Speedwriting Competition. Written in sixty minutes. Prompt was "Mirror" and genre was limited to horror. Presented here as is.

Now with a Russian translation, thanks to NovemberDragon, Randy1974, and Nuclear-pony-Jack. Find it here, here, and here.