There's something that waits in every bedroom, every hallway mirror, every bit of glass, every silvered or polished metal surface. Something that looks back at Pinkie when she looks at her self in the mirror.

And this, too, is Pinkie Pie, and she's just so happy you're here.

(An entry in the twenty-third Quills and Sofas speedwriting competition. Prompt: 'Mirror, Mirror' from The Big Friendly Giant OST)

Twilight Sparkle only wants to check Sweet Apple Acres off her list of wells, but according to Applejack, some nasty little animals live near it. Bureaucracy will save the day!

A slightly eligible entry in the FiMFiction Feghoot Festival

At a certain age, fame loses most of its power as a motivational force. Cold, hard cash on the other hoof...

A pegasus attempts a dangerous record-breaking flight.

'The hot water at ten.
And if it rains, a closed car at four.
And we shall play a game of chess,
Pressing lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.'

Rarity and Twilight Sparkle chat over a game of chess. The stakes, as always, are a little obscure.

This story is part of the First and Only Raritwi Bomb. A week's worth of stories and art all centered around FimFic's beloved Purple Girlfriends. If you liked it, the last story posted is SigmasonicX's RariTwi: Love is War, and you can find a master list of all Raritwi Bomb content on Monochromatic's Blog, here.

Have a lovely day!

There was an additional challenge when it came to writing this: refrain from using adjectives or adverbs where possible, so if there are any outstanding ones, please let me know.

Cover image is cropped from Mundschenk85's 'Good Move'.

Twilight decides it's time Rarity starts learning how to teleport. That means, tutoring classes. Rarity is slightly less than pleased, especially after seeing what most of said classes appear to be about.

Written on the context of Monochromatic's "The Enchanted Library," around the start of the second arc. But don't worry, it doesn't contain any spoilers past the basics of the AU.

When you've lived as long as Granny Smith, you've got a right to be set in your ways.

Pear Butter's not gonna accept that.

(Winner winner chicken dinner of Scribblefest 2018's Flutteryshuttery award. Edited by some guy with fabulous pants.)

Twilight is taking tea, just like she used to with the princess. She's the princess' faithful student actually. Did you know that?

Winner of the 4^th Panic Fiction contest for the Quills and Sofas Speedwriting Group. Originally conceived and written in half an hour. This version here has undergone some very slight refinement.
The prompt was 'What's That Smell?'.

Dobbin's been sneaking bites from the National Strategic Wheatgrass Reserve again ... and it finally occurs to his parole officer to wonder why Equestria has one. She asks Princess Celestia for the story.

It turns out there are some things ponies weren't meant to know.

A bunch of Writeoff Association authors got bored while waiting for the October 2015 prompt, and did a silly collaborative story jam on the Writeoff thread. This was the result. This story was co-written by myself, Georg, Not_A_Hat, CoffeeMinion, and Morning Sun, based on an unintentional prompt by Monokeras. (You can see who wrote what at the source thread.)

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Reviewed by City of Doors! (what)

Featured by Equestria Daily! (what)

Recommended by Present Perfect! "I'm with Parade Rest: What."

Practice laps. That's all Fleetfoot wanted from her week off. A chance to build wing muscle, rack up her speed stats, and feel the wind in her mane. She's a racer. It's what she does.

Fleetfoot didn't ask to be put on search-and-rescue detail, and she definitely didn't ask to get saddled with the slowest Wonderbolt on the team.

She didn't ask for what came next, either.

Fleetfoot is not a monster fighter. She’s not an Element of Harmony. She's not a medic. She's not a hero. Fleetfoot’s just a pony who can fly really fast. But right now, she's all Silver Lining's got.

An entrant First place winner for Mana's Wonderful Wonderbolts Writing Contest

Once upon a time, Silver Spoon's life made sense. She had the right friends, the right house, and the right school for a young lady coming up in the world. Once upon a time, Silver Spoon lived amongst proud towers in a vibrant, bustling city that never slept.

Now she lives in Ponyville. Not so terrible once one gets used to it. Silver's learned to appreciate some ponies, harbor grudges for others, and tolerate the rest. But sometimes, she wonders if one pony in particular is as popular as she thought.

Preread and edited by Autumn Wind, Cthuluigi, and SaddlesoapOpera

Chinese translation by hehelover