Yesterday you were born.
Tomorrow, you will die.
When the river of life promises to sweep you away
All you have left is to live for today.

Editing provided by The24thPegasus and Loyal Liar
Written for Everfree Northwest's Iron Author competition

Zakia and her mother are harvesting food outside the walls of their village when an alarm cry sounds from the village wall. This time, it is not a predator that was spotted, but a flight of distant pegasi, heading right for their village, their intentions unknown.

Second-place finisher in the Everfree Northwest Iron Writer competition.

Sometimes desperate times call for desperate measures, and Finals Week at the University was about as desperate a time as Raindolph had ever experienced in his long and hard-fought battle to become a mage and master his erratic powers. With a long series of failing grades and broken lab equipment behind him, Raindolph is willing to risk it all to complete an impossible task and graduate, even if it is last in his class.

All he needs to complete his project is three tail hairs from an adult unicorn.

No problem.

Well…

Placed 24th in the Writeoff.me short with the prompt ‘The Morning After’. This is the expanded version before it was cut/chopped/mangled down to size for the competition, so it has a few more details than the entry.

And no, it’s not a Harry Potter crossover. Honest. Would I lie to you? More of an AugieDog Cluny the Squirrel Mage fanfic. Enjoy.

P.S. See, I told you I’d write a HiE fic someday, even if it is a short. Oh, the the picture is a TV remote control. Seriously, I've got to get one.

Starlight Glimmer awaits her punishment at the hooves of Twilight Sparkle and her friends.

Everypony knows alicorns are immortal, right?

Well...yes. From a certain point of view. Specifically, the secret to alicorns alicorn youth and vitality? Sex. And Luna? She hasn't had a proper partner in 1,000 years.

Done for FoME's Imposing Sovereigns Contest.
(Cover Art was commissioned for this piece and created by Aquatic Sun)

This story is a sequel to Why No One Messes With Luna

Shepard has done the impossible. Old foes have set aside their differences, new friends have come into the fold, and the galaxy is more united than ever before. But the Reapers care not for the new alliances they face; they will fall, as countless civilizations before them fell. It is inevitable.

There is still hope. The Crucible, source of unimaginable power, has been constructed by the allies. With this new source of hope in tow, the allied fleets break through the Earth blockade and attempt to use this newfound weapon in a last, desperate attempt to defeat the Reapers and save the galaxy as we know it. Fleets of all races, soldiers of every kind, are united in this final stand.

Equestria, too, has sent what they can to aid in this final battle. Or rather, who, they can.

The Reapers have no idea what they have unleashed.

Warning: This story contains spoilers for ME3 and takes place during the ending of the series. This story is less approachable than the previous stories and may be confusing to those who are unfamiliar with the ME3 ending

Coverart is by Ziom05, on DeviantArt, and can be found here.

Ponies have spread to the stars thanks to advances in technology. In the advanced and luxurious Solar Explorer, Celestia travels to the first extra-solar colony world set up by her little ponies. Unfortunately, events elsewhere in the galaxy, unknown to them, have set in motion a cycle that has been repeated for countless eons… the reaping of sentient races. A Reaper dreadnought confronts the Solar Explorer, intent upon indoctrinating the leadership of the ponies and bringing them to heel.

Said Reaper quickly learns exactly why Celestia has earned the title Unconquered.

A Mass Effect crossover oneshot.

Now with a reading done by Scarlett Blade! Check it out!

This story is a sequel to Why No One Messes With Celestia

In the wake of Celestia's return to Equus, the ponies have worked tirelessly to prepare for the arrival of the Ascended. Defenses have been set up, weapons prepared, allies warned, but most important of all in the minds of both Diarchs, a cure for the Indoctrination has been pursued.

The Ascended, or the Reapers as they are known to the rest of the galaxy, are not amused. They attack in force, unwilling to stand by and let this small, barely space-worthy race of unascended quadrupeds neutralize their most effective weapon in their march towards galactic cleansing.

Now they too shall learn to fear the dark, and the Princess who controls it.

Recent archaeological expeditions to far-flung corners of the Old Kingdoms have revealed a wealth of pre-Celestian artefacts, dating as far back as the Hearthfire Wars. These artefacts shed a light on an era we of contemporary Equestria really know very little about, and the stories they share range from the highest court intrigues to the humblest backwater folktales.

This account, found engraved in the wall of an old Pegasi garrison known as the Eastmarch, relates the final night of a condemned mare, in one of the last wars of the pre-Celestian era. It has been translated for the benefit of the modern reader.

Pre-read by the inimitable Admiral Biscuit.
And now with a reading from resident crooner Illya Leonov.

Reviewed by Seattle's Angels,13 January 2018

Bringing the Budweiser Clydesdales to Equestria seemed like a perfect way to promote the brand. After all, nobody would appreciate a team of horses more than an actual equine audience. What could possibly go wrong?

Written for the EFNW Scribblefest 2017