After the disastrous events of the Grand Galloping Gala, Greengrass finds himself in his private sanctuary. Alone except for his thoughts, he wonders who he had miscalculated and where the game went wrong. More importantly though, he wonders how he had ended up saying four words that he'd thought he'd never say about The Game and all it's glory.

A Lunaverse Story. Canon-ness To Be Decided.

Always read the contract, because, sometimes, it matters who you're signing on with.

You usually get a manager who's an average Joe Schmo or a below average Lousy Larry.

Sometimes you make it rich and get a Golden Gary.

And then there's The Trickster...

Let's just say that with The Trickster you find out curses really are real...

It's been five years since Daring Do last faced Ahuizotl. She thought he was dead. She'd seen him die. So why is it that when she comes home one day a familiar gold and black envelope waits for her in her study? It seems her old foe is alive and kicking, and he's invited her to one last face off. It's time for one last hunt to decide just who is the hunter and who is the hunted.

You can't have Hearths Warming Eve without snow, so, when there's a mistake at the weather factory, three little fillies decide to bring matters into their own hands.  CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS SNOW MARES, GO!!!

This was my submission to the Hearth's Warming Care Package Anthology for Kiki.  There was a formatting issue given that it's a series of 11 poems made into a story, and there wasn't any formatting rules on how to submit poems, but it at least makes it to the anthology.  Hope you enjoy.

Rarity knows the power a gift can have.  She can see the ripples and effects that an offer of generosity can make.  This is the story of how the greatest gifts can give rise to love and peace and triumph, or they can give rise to chaos as they tear those that touch them apart.

Gummy has a secret.  A world changing double life sort of secret.

All that vacant stupidity was just an act?  A life of spys and secret agents? Who knew?

P.S.  The other is for Doughnut Joe

Not really sure what was going through my head when I thought this up.  It definitely fits the random category though.

Might turn it into a series of short stories.

Inspired by Pinkie Watches Paint Dry by AbsoluteAnonymous (undoubtably much better than this I just wanted to try out something similar)

Pinkie watches grass grow and ponders the universe and all the implications of grass.

You ever wonder what happens in Discord's head?  You ever wonder what twisted horrors and marvelous wonders his imagination holds?

Baffle Buck a young colt who knows next to nothing of his creation has grown up in the care of Discord for as long as he can remember.  Its been ok so far being trapped in the mind of a being of chaos.  The food is nice, the weather peachy.  But only if you have the drive to make it that way.  In a prison fueled by the imagination and chaos of Discord anything is possible provided you supply the will to make it happen.  You could make all your wildest dreams come true, or all your worst nightmares reality.

Follow this young colt as he trains his powers in a desperate bid for survival.  For when Discord decides its time to unlock Baffles true potential he unleashes all out war on his mind.  Can Baffle survive the psychic onslaught and terrors Discord produces?  Will he ever escape his twisted prison?  And most importantly what will he find out about his purpose in life as he journey's the twisted labyrinth of the mind of the master of chaos?