Growing up, you always thought getting an eye-scar would be cool. Like it would be a symbol of your many victories in battle. Now that you have one, you realize that it's just a testament to your weakness. That you couldn't be stronger. That you failed.

Now you walk the streets of Ponyville alone. The ponies you once called your acquaintances shun you and pay you no mind. All except for one cross-eyed Pegasus who's blatantly unaware of your hell.

Perhaps she's the first in a long time you can call 'friend.'

Here’s a theme I think could work for the story. Got a better one? Let me know in the comments. Take Us Back by Alela Diane.

Hey, if you liked the story, you think you could add it to a group or two?

Anon and I have been friends for awhile now. We get along together and Dinky loves him to death. I feel very fortunate to have a friend like him. Its just, I have always liked Anon a little more than I probably should. He needs a friend right now, seeing as he just went through a bad break up.

Who am I kidding anyways. Who would want me? I'm just... damaged goods.

She noticed the pony for the first time when she was young, not long after she'd received her cutie mark. He became her oldest friend.

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Cover art by DaisyAzuras • Featured in the Royal Canterlot Library

Reading by Neighrator Pony • Spanish translation by Spaniard Kiwi

This is not your typical love story. This is not a story where upon realizing my feelings for Rainbow Dash, I confess my love to her and she confesses back and we live happily ever after. This is a story about my infatuation with my best friend, and my constant fear of letting that secret out. Love isn't always an easy path to take, and it sure as hell ain't no sunshine and fairy tales.

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Rated Teen for cursing and adult themes.

Oh, jeez. I made a humanized AppleDash fic. It's okay, let the dislikes rain down upon me. I've prepared myself. *Opens up umbrella x.x*

Trapped in Apple Bloom's wardrobe in order to cover her, Scootaloo is forced to entertain herself as quietly as possible.

It goes about as well as you can expect.

My name is James Clark, and I am a Private Military Contractor. No, not Mercenary. Yes, there is a difference, but that's beside the point.

Ok, where was I? Ah yes, I was just entering my office in Downtown Houston one afternoon to hear a job offer. When I got there, I found a beautiful, robe-wearing woman waiting for me. Now, in this day and age, most people would find that strange. I didn't for two reasons.

1) In this line of work, you run into a few crazies. If I had a dollar for every nut-job I turned away, I could buy a small European country.

2) It was Halloween. Hell, I was on my way to a party dressed in a replica suit of Veteran Ranger Armor from Fallout: New Vegas, complete with gas mask and real riot gear I borrowed from a friend on the SWAT team. I was gonna win the costume contest for sure!

I'm getting off topic, aren't I? Anyways, this weirdo offered me a job without going into much detail. No location, no objective, not even a dollar amount The only thing I got out of her was the promise that I would be saving thousands, if not millions of lives.

Every instinct told me to turn the job down, and yet I still accepted it. Maybe the idea of playing hero again had its appeal.

God, I had no idea what I was getting myself into.

[ 2nd person ] [ HiE ]
A short and simple scene.
A morning shared with Twilight Sparkle.

[2nd Person Perspective]

"Look out for number one."

That was the way of life back in Clopton. A city where survival was a daily battle.

Having made a few too many enemies, you move to Ponyville with only a bag of bits, the tools of your trade, and a couple jackets to cover the scars you've accumulated in the past. You don't trust anypony as far as you can throw them, but can you mesh well enough into the little country town to support yourself?

It'd probably be easier without that colorful maned pegasus bothering you.

Twilight's plans for a sleepover are tested when most of her guests have to cancel, but Applejack convinces her they can have fun together with just each other's company. Twilight's not used to giving up control, but sometimes going with the flow can open up a world of new experiences.

Editing by warlord487.

A (belated) birthday present for bookplayer.

2+2=5
Celestia knew, Celestia always knew the truth, so it had to be true.
Twilight trusted her, didn't she?
And fillies always grasp to truths, to their heroes, and drink in everything life throws at them.
So two and two make five.