She's always there when I need her. She'll lend me a sympathetic ear, even for the pettiest of problems. She knows just what to say to make me smile. She's the greatest friend I could ever ask for. So why do I still feel so lonely?
Humanity has fallen, and the ponies are left to mourn their loss. Fortunately, there's one thing they've all forgotten: you can't keep a good apex predator down.
A private eye named Applejack delves into the underworld of Manehattan in search of a missing mare. Intrigue, betrayal, and hardboiled monologues ensue.
W-what," Pinkie swallowed nervously as she tried to speak, finding her throat was suddenly very dry. "Are you?" It seemed to stare at her for a few seconds, its dark eye sockets peering directly into her soul. "Death."
From the stone age to the modern world, Celestia guides her little ponies into the future. And she needs to keep playing. Just one more turn. Always one more turn.
Twilight, Princess of friendship, loyal servant to Princess Celestia, great friend to so many, has been murdered. the killers have been brought to justice, and everypony has gone back to life as normal, so it seems. All but one
For hundreds of years, Twilight has done amazing things, but has always felt something missing in her life. She finds what that is when she rediscovers an old friend.
Years after the war, Spike watches as Twilight slowly die from cancer infront of him and prepares for a future without her. (Part of the NegotiationsVerse)
The greatest trick the Great and Powerful Trixie ever performed was convincing all of ponykind that she was a mere unicorn. Years later, Princess Celestia and Trixie have a discussion by Twilight Sparkle's grave.
A study on failure and loss, from the view of a certain royal guard who fancies a certain Princess of Friendship and the awry experiences they were forced to endure.
They used to love her. Her name was one of respect, one denoting a being whose very actions have saved the land multiple times. She once had a bright future before her. Now all that is before her is a crowd, crying for her death.