I am eternal, and death is my steadfast companion. The passing of each generation of my little ponies weighs on me; every one of them is a fleeting, irreplaceable treasure, a snowflake dancing 'round a fire. I want to save all of them; I have the ability to save a few. I have saved none.

This story is a sequel to From the Mouths of Fillies

As her battle with cancer draws to a close, Ditzy Doo spends her final days with the ponies closest to her. There is so much for her to say to her friends and family--so much in so little time that she might forget to say one of the most important words may go unspoken.

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Cover art graciously provided by Meadowshrine.

A side story to From the Mouths of Fillies and Saying Goodbye, and a semi-sequel to What's in a Name.

Blossomforth and her friends are just wrapping up a nice day at the amusement park, and stop by the souvenir shop on their way out. Blossom comes across a conundrum.

Written for One-Shotober.

Cloud Kicker has reached the end of her tether. Hassled wherever she goes by ponies who insist on seeing her as the town trollop, in reality she simply wants to make friends and have a nice, fun time. Hoping to get Ponyville to see her as the mare she really is, Cloud Kicker hires one of Manehattan's foremost image consultants.

This is not a Winningverse story. That's kind of the point.

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Meet Maud.

Maud isn't your typical Canterlot High student. She often eats lunch by herself, never has sleepovers with anyone and seems to spend most of her time with her pet rock she named Boulder.

Her sister, Pinkie Pie, reckons that needs to change. And she'll try her hardest to get Maud some friends that are elementary, not sedimentary. After all, how can Maud ever know the joys and benefits of having friends if she doesn't have any?

A new school year brings a new soccer season -- but Canterlot High's already on the ropes. Their team captain just can't seem to get it together.

Fortunately the team also has a vice captain: a best friend who just isn't going to stand for sadness on her watch.

(A Bookish/iJab production! Cover by the latter as well. Thanks for everything.)

When your life is as dull a gray as the world that surrounds you, the mundanities can make it all seem meaningless. Sometimes all we need is a little color -- or six -- to reintroduce us to what truly makes life worth living.

*6-16-2017 Edit, added Rainbow Dash tag because it triggered knighty.*

The move to Manhattan seemed like a good idea at the time. Rarity had several high profile clients to pursue, while Jack could set up her own business in the city and expand her family's reach. But between the long, grueling work hours, the tedious days ticking on, the pair have had less and less time for each other. And when they do, it usually isn't good.

Their relationship is on the edge of breaking down, both parties mutually unhappy and unfulfilled with their lives. So, in this delicate time, can a simple elevator really offer the key to their happiness?

(Written for my good friend and general all around bro-tier guy, Merc the Jerk. Check his stuff out, 'cause he can seriously write this humanized stuff a lot better than I can.)

Lightning Dust's botched attempt to make it into the Wonderbolts set her back quite a bit. Desperate to show her stuff and find the action she desires, she enlists in the Equestrian Royal Guard.

Not possessing much in the way of patriotism, Lightning ponders what could be worth risking her life over, but a mission into the heart of a dragon hiding spot could provide the answer she seeks.

(My submission for Equestria Daily's Flash Fanfiction Event: Memorial Day Edition.)

It's almost time for Hearth's Warming, which means that the annual School Dance is here and this time, it's shaping up to be the best one ever.

There's just one problem.

All of Scootaloo's classmates have it in their head to bring to a date, and there isn't a free colt to be found. Will Scootaloo find a date, or will she be doomed to endure shame and embarrassment from her class mates?