Following the accidental demise of an aging Lightning Dust, her lifelong photographer Photo Finish opens a new show in her memory. You wander the gallery walls examining each image carefully. As they flow together, slowly, a story begins to emerge. Is it the right one? Who gets to tell it? Who was Lightning Dust, really?

A meditation on memory, art, and time.

An entry for the May Pairings Contest 2023. Check out the other entries here!

Rarity Gets Stung by a Bee.

Written for Eileen's Spring Fling Contest!

Trigger warnings: A bit of Bigotry, Trypophobia, Violence, Body Horror, and some of the sweetest romance I've put to pen.

A world with no alicorns is a world with no hope. But after years of searching, Sunburst might finally have found a little patch of sunlight.

Written for the QnS genre swap contest, second place winner.

TW: Some mild gore.

“Life eternal,” whispered the stallion. “Beauty unchanging. Just for you, Lady Fleur. Just for you.”

Fleur de Lis plucked the bottle from his hoof — using her magic, of course, lest his ugliness somehow sully the delicate white of her coat — and she downed it in one.

Winner of the QnS ‘Power of Three’ speedwrite.

Also an entry for Nailah's spook contest.

The Orb of Almost only deals in false possibilities. Its prophecies tell the tales of missed opportunities, and of chances passed and ships that sailed. Flurry Heart thinks that's bullshit, and she's determined to prove it.

A collaboration with Shaslan, written as part of the Quills and Sofas Duos 3 Contest.

Applejack experiences one of the most uncomfortable meals of her life. And it's not because Big Mac is putting salt on his pancakes, surprisingly.

This is an entry for the Thousand Words Contest. Stop laughing. This is serious.

Twilight and Trixie are going at each other again. Starlight can't take it anymore. Now that she thinks about it, why are they always fighting? What reason could they have?

A quick comedy story I wrote to keep myself busy. Cover art by Tsitra360.
Edit: Why did this get featured?!
Another edit: EQUESTRIA DAILY, ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!
Also has an audio reading here!

At the end of the world, a programmer struggles with his need to be something other than Pony. Can he spar with an intelligence that goes beyond the sum total of Humankind, for the sake of fulfilling a weird quirk of self-identity?

Some rules within a machine are more like guidelines. And others are based on the definitions of words. Can semantics be a weapon big enough to give a Human mind a chance at one small request from a goddess?

Set in the Optimalverse - I recommend reading Iceman's awesome original first if you haven't - More because it is a really excellent story than because it is strictly necessary for context. I have endeavoured to make this story stand well enough without context as well. But that being said? You'll probably enjoy it more if you know the context better.

Cannon-compatible with the Optimalverse to the best of my knowledge and abilities.

Cover-art generated with an image generative A.I., appropriately enough, graciously generated and composited (it takes skill to get something this spot-on!) by Keystone Gray.

Similarly you'll find many AI-generated illustrations throughout, again graciously generated in collaboration with Keystone Gray, then a little final photoshopping and other processing from us both.

Here lies the body of Rainbow Dash, done to death by a sudden crash. It wasn't the speedy stunt that laid her low but a prank on a friend that made her go.

Meta:

Cover based on the images from:
https://derpibooru.org/images/1500414

Proofread by Grammarly

Pinkamena just wants to stay in her own lane. If Pinkie has a problem that needs yelled at, kicked at, or jeeringly tolerated until it goes away, she can handle it. But what’s a sourfaced split personality to do when her agreeable half vanishes overnight like a fart in the wind?

Pinkamena is not a sleuth. Nor a convincing actress. But she’ll need to be both to guise as Pinkie and solve the mystery of where her better half went.

What a pain in the flank.

(Teen rating for Pinkamena’s crassness and comically short temper.)

Its National Novel Writing Month! I'm breaking my regular short story conventions for a multi-chapter tale of fumbling comedy, uneasy mystery, and (most frightful of all) first-person narration.