This story is a sequel to Motivational Speaker for Hire!

It was absolutely no surprise to any of the Young Six that pulling a prank on Hearth's Warming Eve would result in punishment. What none of them could count on was that their punishment would be in the form of Matt Foley, whose motivational speech would be enough to teach these kids why living in a van down by the river is worse than a lump of coal.

Inspired by the song of (nearly) the same name.

Anon and Celestia enjoy their time on the beach.

Cover art by pink-pone on DA. If they want me to remove it, I will.

—Story doesn’t contain any copy pasted lyrics from the song. Just makes slight inferences to them—

What senses do you use? And how often do you use them? Which one do you think you use the most? The least? If you had to choose one to enhance? One to give up? Sometimes, you don't get the chance to choose.
Glassy eyes leave one crippled but, maybe there's hope in the form of telekinesis.

This story is simply about a blind filly's start in life. Though, she's not all that she seems...

The weather's grown cold, and the leaves are starting to fall. But this change in temperature's never quite so bad as long as you have somecreature with you, and at least for now Applejack and Ember have each other.

But all things change. The seasons, most of all. And as the seasons change, all things under the stratosphere must change with them, for better or for worse.

Maybe—just maybe—A weekend in a cabin in the middle of the woods might be enough to change all that. Especially a weekend with a special somecreature. Maybe it could even be enough to bring about a satisfying ending.

There's only one way to find out.

This isn't, literally speaking, my 50th story; it's a couple stories too late for that. But in terms of wanting a story to celebrate a big, round number, well—here it is. This is something I've wanted to write for a while, but struggling with writing in general's gotten in the way; were it not for EFNW being the shot-in-the-arm that it was for getting me excited about writing again, I may never have finished this at all.

But it's something. And, hopefully regardless of how much everyone else likes it, it's something I can feel glad about for having written. Here's to hoping it won't be the last time I can find satisfaction in a story.

All of my thanks to Flashgen and Wanderer D for helping me out with this; It needed quite a lot of help in the end. Thanks to Cyonix for drawing the cover art of this (I know, actually commissioning art, right? I think that might be a first for me.) Thanks to a musician that I've already thanked before, who I'll be annoyingly cryptic about.

And thanks to the many, many other people responsible for making MLP:FiM exist.

When we talk about the art of words, how many of them go unwritten? How many thoughts get lost to the wind? How many souls are touched by your craft? And do you feel like you've created a timeless piece that speaks to the heart?

To others, and to your own?

Credit to the artist: DiscordTheGE

Twilight's bloody corpse hangs in a shard of broken window. Twilight stalks the train in search of the monster that killed her. Two of the Twilights that are too many, facets of a Twilight that is too much.

“So you remember what dying’s like?” Dash asked with the careless curiosity of a child.

“It was like if falling asleep really hurt. Except some of me stayed dreaming.” 

Aria Blaze has been suffering with insomnia ever since the Dazzlings were banished from Equestria. She doesn't know why she has to deal with this, but it makes her life a living hell. Every day is a tiring mess and every night is a lonely abyss of thoughts. Sometimes, this lonely siren can't help but question the meaning to life. What does it matter if her life just feels like torture anyway...? Luckily for her, another siren is always there for her, if not to help her sleep, to help her feel a little less lonely~

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This is a story idea I got inspired by and I decided to write it last minute~ Ren on Twitter helped me come up with this Sonaria idea, so check them out! https://twitter.com/ARlABLAZE

This story also has a sequel titled Sleeping in Her Arms! Check it out if you have the time!

DISCLAIMER: This story includes references to alcohol, sex, self-harm and suicidal ideation. All of these are only references, so don't worry. I don't show anything too bad.

It is a terrible thing, to lose the pony you love. Lightning Dust has been alone since Fiddlesticks died, and she can no longer conceive of any other way to be.

A tale of grief and recovery.

This is a standalone story, but does take place in the universe of Auntie Tia's Matchmaking Service.

Equestria is a barren land trapped in perpetual sunset.

Broken, alone, afraid, and recalling only faint memories of her former life, a Hollow Pony awakens from her dreamless slumber. Lost in the shattered ruins of a hauntingly familiar world, she shambles onward in a quest to find herself, before she loses herself.

(A Pony story, heavily inspired by and using elements from Dark Souls/Elden Ring. Will update weekly, one chapter every Sunday. Praise the Sun!)

This story is a sequel to A Taste of Stardom

A new normal brings new problems. Chrysalis has a job - a good, well-paying job she actually enjoys - and one of the conditions for keeping that job is the mandatory yearly physical. Well, that should be no problem for the Queen of the Changelings... right?

(Reading 'Taste of Stardom' first is highly recommended.)