A short existential horror. Apple Bloom accidentally time travels a fraction of a second into the past, and realises she's the only one there. The world continues on around her, yet she's not in it.

The present is an infinitely thin span of time bordered by endless past and future. Everyone you know and love balances on that line. What if you fell off?

Written to be exactly 1000 words for the 1000 word contest (Horror).

Cover image made by me. Special thanks to SpoonierThanThou and Steady Gaze for pre-reading!

Featured 22/06/23 - 24/06/23. Fanfic reading. Translations: Ukrainian

Rarity has an important question for her close friend, Twilight Sparkle.

Written for the Choices: Species Swap competition.

Pre-read, edited, and generally helped significantly by the awesome Gravelordnito.

Featured on 27/11/22, thank you! Thank you all!

Casketbase77 - Indisputably the best mood piece of this year’s batch of entries....This is neither a comfortable fic nor a feelgood fic.... Reflection is heavy on heartache, light on closure, and carried terrifically by Rarity's refusal to give up on a very troubled friend.

Edit: Now part of the Reflection-Verse Group

Edit: Now with an Audio Readthrough by Rainflicj3r

This story is a sequel to Eldritch Surprises

After Twilight found out Pinkie's secret, she decided the next best pony to tell was Applejack. After all, who best to keep her cool under intense stress and surprise than the most down-to-earth earth pony in town? She decides to just come out with it as bluntly as possible, Applejack appreciates bluntness right?

Pinkie is hiding a secret that has been tearing her apart. She decides to tell Twilight, but while working up the courage and best approach to tell her, the secret comes out violently anyway.
(Pre-Season 3 finale)

Spike hears a cry that none else can hear. It grows during isolation and whispers throughout his bones. Twilight assures he's not crazy. But an otherworldly phenomenon beckons the little dragon home.

[Cover by Skunkwaffle]

This sleepy and midnight entry was part of B's 24-Hour Stream. Forgive some of the mistakes for eyes were sometimes closed during the writing of this piece. Hope y'all enjoy it. (Happy ending. I swear.)

The weak Princess sits on her throne. Guards—and a dragon—keep monsters behind the door. The Elements concentrate on a spell. Fewer guards return in each instance.

And more of Spike is eaten by non-existence.

Spike falls through a void that opens at his feet; none of the girls care that he is falling through the world.

And he'll have peace once he has fallen to the bottom of the abyss.

Content Warning: Horror and body integrity dysphoria. If you don’t want to read about body dysphoria/dysmorphia in a horror setting, skip this story. Transgender people, this warning is especially relevant.

On an otherwise calm morning, with Twilight out of town, Pinkie Pie has a revelation. 

She doesn’t feel like herself. She’s not sure if she wants to feel like herself, either.

She wants to be something different. Something… missing.

Written as an entry for Bike’s A Thousand Words Contest in the Grim category.

Also written for Bean’s Writing Group prompt 33, “Something is missing”.

With feedback from TheWanderingZebra, Arachne, MockingBirb, Shirlendra, and others. Thanks for your help!

Now with a youtube audio reading from The Mystery Fluttershy Fan.

What if Discord never ate the reforming spell Twilight was going to use on him as a last resort? What would happen to the Spirit of Chaos when a spell forcibly changes him to what the ponies' morality consider good to be? Nothing good, that's for sure. Or rather, nothing bad, according to the new Discord the spell creates.

Rainbow Dash's life is full of colour: of sunrises and sunsets that dance, of skies so blue you can taste them, of prisms that fracture light and fill one's soul with rainbows. Truly, it is a life where she couldn't ask for more.

Why do ponies fear that? It's as if they're scared of beauty. Or maybe scared of her, possibly.

If only they'd let her enlighten them. But maybe today will be a luckier day...

I know I made promises about what my 50th fic would be. Trust me, I do have them in mind and I will finish writing and publish them, for your sakes and mine. I just didn't want to write two romance stories in a row, that's all, and I figured that I could shake things up a little and try something new.

Art commissioned from the ever-wonderful Cyonix!

Thanks to Flashgen for helping me write this. And my sincerest thanks to Hay Tea for making this possible.