Spike is Twilight's best helper, and best friend. He would do anything to help out with whatever Twilight, or any of his friends need. One day though, his plans are changed when he accidentally bumps into Twilight's shrinking powder jar, and spills it on himself, shrinking him down to a 1/2 an inch tall. He needs to get somepony to notice him fast, for Pinkie Pie wants to through a party at the library.

"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

It was the happiest I had been my entire life.
I was able to forget and move on. For the rest of my adolescent years I lived out my life in a satisfied stupor; careless to the rest of the world and only focusing on my friends and my job—most of the time. For three years I lived content and lazy in the beautiful town of Ponyville. I didn't expect that my life would be so full of adventure and fame. I only expected to escape my old life, but instead found something even more grand and beautiful than a mere vacation from my suffering.
I wanted more than anything to keep it from all falling apart.

Family is a word Octavia has long linked to emotional pain. And it is that pain that drives her music to the heights it has. For music is both easing balm to soothe, but burning salt that irritates as well, for Octavia has never allowed herself to heal.
Now, a letter from her Mother threatens to reopen barely scabbed wounds... but will her friend Vinyl Scratch be the key to finally bring closure? Or will new wounds open before the old one can mend?
(Cover art thanks to the incredible mod of Ask Lovelace on tumblr)

The mane six take shelter in a place that is, for now, safe from a disaster occurring outside.

This gruesome tale of violence and death is not recommended for colts, fillies, or the faint of heart.

This story is a sequel to Rainbow Factory

Cloudsdale Weather Corporation has been running without incident for over twenty years. That is, until two foals manage to avoid being processed and find themselves in the haunted bowels of the massive facility. Can they make it out of the abandoned factory with their sanity intact? Will they uncover the secrets even a company as dark as the CWC is ashamed to keep? And what of the workers who help ensure that, in the end, not a single soul gets through...

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—[TVTropes Article]—[Plagen Shiki's Reading]—[The Song Inspired by the Story]—

You are a background pony. Everything about you is exactly as inconsistent and disjointed as FiM presented it to be. You have no sense of self, and no understanding of the past or future.

Your name is Carrot Top, and this is your life.

One moment at a time.

In a world full of magic, there is rarely a thing in this world that can't be explained. With surrealistic apparitions such as the horrible manticores that roam the forests, the griffins that live amidst us as citizens of this fine nation, and many numbers of strange and beautiful creatures, it's hard to believe that anything will catch a pony by surprise. Where do we go when we die? It was a question that we couldn't answer, but that didn't stop us from helping those who get lost on the way.
-Happy Nightmare Night everybody!-

Spike has to face facts: he and Rarity can never be. As he pours his heart out to the one he loves, she has no other choice than to respond with the cold hard truth.

Just a little thing I wanted to write, it's been in my mind for so long now, and I thought this would be best as a very short story. Enjoy!

So have you heard, young fillies and colts
The tale of blood and rainbows and bolts?
They say that it is a fan-made poem
For one to read in the dark of their home

He owns not the original story, they say
But he hopes that many will read this someday
And you, the reader, he does presume
Will comment and rate it fairly-thank you!