Where do we truly belong? Is the home we were raised in our true home? Or does our home evolve over time?

But seriously. There is no simple explanation to all this. Trust me.

Soarin' reflects on his past, his present and what it means to put childish things behind him and take responsibility for himself...

Some thought it strange, an earth pony learning from an unicorn how to make various medicines, strange potions and other things that resembled magic to others, but in the end, magic wasn't a thing that was limited to unicorns anyway, and alchemy certainly wasn't the kind of magic you would need an horn for.

Up in the far north, in a shady, secluded town, a young earth pony is inducted into the secrets of Alchemy. One day, he's been sent by his mentor to deliver a healing potion to a town a few days of hiking away. After for the first time getting to know the world outside his hometown, he pleades his mentor to allow him for another trip. He complies, sending him to retrieve a legendary ingredient from far away. After rejoicing at first, the young apprentice soon has to realize that this second trip is going to be much harder and more dangerous than the first one.

Set in a medieval setting before Luna's banishment, using mostly original locations and characters, except for Starswirl the Bearded and possibly the two princesses.

Inspired by this piece of music
First chapter edited by CloppleJack.

Ultra-short stories with friendship that's magic. Can you dig it?

Humans.

Truth or myth? Ancient lost civilization or just an old pony's tale?

No pony has ever seen one, and most haven't even heard of them. But Lyra knows that these wonderful creatures are more than just old legends, and she's going to find out... and possibly drive her roommate insane in the process.

Now with its own sequel! (http://www.fimfiction.net/story/62215/Hybrid-Rainbow.)

Rainbow Dash is one of the seldom few Ponies who know she's a lesbian and due to painful memories dating back to her time in High School, she plans on keeping it that way, bottling up emotions deep inside her. Unfortunately, mating season has started today and tonight's the big night: Her Wonderbolts initiation party! What is she going to do? Will she continue to keep all these turbulent feelings inside her like she has every other year? Will she be able to keep her cool in front of her idols, if not her hero, Spitfire? Will she seek help from her friends in this time of need? Will she have the courage to finally come out of the closet? And will she be able to conquer her fear of feelings and explore the eldritch, terrifying vistas of this terrible ancient power called love?

Read inside and find out!

RATING WARNING: There is no explicit sexual activity in this story. However, the dialogue gets remarkably suggestive at certain points. Viewer discretion is advised. Read it, it's funny.

Cover art by moi.

What if we died right now, but we were able to have communication with our loved ones?

What would we say? What would we do?

This is the question Pinkie has to ponder.

Can a utopian paradise that preaches love and tolerance really make ponies happy? Does contentment really lie in free universal healthcare and open government?

Twilight Sparkle is determined to resist this happy world on a matter of principle, and finds herself sneaking off with a mare called Trixie to hate and loathe each other in secret.

Will their hate-nest go undetected? Or will they be forced to face the dangers of the Ministry of Love and the mysterious Room 101?

"Like two peas in a pod we did everything together!" sang Twilight in the season finale. But what if she was letting on more than everyone else knew? What if Twilight really was a pea?

"My name is Lyra Heartstrings, and you will not remember me. You won't even remember this conversation. Just like with everypony else I've ever met, everything I do or say will be forgotten. Every letter I've written will appear blank; every piece of evidence I've left behind will end up missing. I'm stuck here in Ponyville because of the same curse that has made me so forgettable. Still, that doesn't stop me from doing the one thing that I love: making music. If my melodies find their way into your heart, then there is still hope for me. If I can't prove that I exist, I can at least prove that my love for each and every one of you exists. Please, listen to my story, my symphony, for it is me."

Cover pic by Spotlight: askspotlight.tumblr.com