I am being stalked by a crazy girl with wild pink hair and laughing blue eyes. She says she knows me. She says we’re best friends. And sometimes ... sometimes I think she just might be right.

Maybe I’m going crazy too.

What happens when the colours in life fade, and the world becomes gray?

Do we know what colour means the most in the end?

As Rainbow Dash slips away from this life and moves onto the next, she thinks back to her greatest accomplishments. And her gravest mistake.

Sex is discussed and reflected on, but not shown.

Part of the How We Lost It series, inspired by Fluttershy's Night Out

Proofread by Schattendrache

Other Stories in the How We Lost It series:
Twilight: Running Away from Destiny
Applejack: A Simple Pony
Rarity: What is a Worthy Man?
Pinkie Pie: What is a Smile Worth?
Fluttershy: Coming soon!

The Wonderbolts are debuting a new show in the skies of Ponyville. Rainbow Dash is ecstatic to see a performance up close and personal. But when she is left speechless by their unbelievable techniques, she begins to question her chances. Lost in her thoughts, a very unexpected surprise throws her life into a roller coaster. A story of staying true to yourself and knowing when to listen to your heart, even if it isn't the logical choice.

Featuring art by: lortstreet54, shad0w-wo1f!, PenumbraGlow0290 Deviantart: bonnama, colorstirkeand rulette, Astrum

Also a small animation in chapter 2 by: HarlenBooks

This story has not been fully edited yet, i apologize for anything sloppy.

It was supposed to be a simple camping trip to celebrate graduating Canterlot High School. They choose to play truth or dare, but what they didn't know, was that the game was really playing them.

Tell the truth.

Do the dare.

Or die.

Who will survive? Only the game knows.

I've had a long life. I've loved, and lost, and laughed, and cried. I've met more ponies than almost anyone else. But I can feel it all drawing to a close, and this story is nearing its completion.

We never realise just how much some ponies mean to us until they're gone, and there is always one pony in particular that means the most. And when that pony goes we can do nothing but remember them, try to keep them alive in thoughts...

And remember...

How does anyone face mortality? How would Pinkie face it? A first person POV about Pinkie's last day.

I've spent the majority of my life tilling the desolate land in which I live. Every day, I wake up to move useless rocks from one location to another. This is an archaic line of work that my family has clung to for generations. It is a dull, grey existence.

Today, I have woken up in a strange room, lying in a bed that isn't mine. I'm surrounded by five mares whom I've never seen in my life. They claim to be my friends, and expect me to bring joy to the hearts of everypony.

Joy? I don't think I've ever experienced this for myself, so how am I supposed to thrust it upon others?

My name is Pinkamena Diane Pie, and I'm not sure what to make of this situation.