"The best weapon for an enemy is another enemy." - Friedrich Nietzsche

I ain't really sure if that applies to me, but it sure well fits. In the war between sisters ah'm stuck workin' fer both sides while I try to figure out where these weird hybrid assholes are gettin' their guns. I know for a fact that they didn't invent them on their own, simply cause most of 'em are idiots and peace lovers. Which means ah'm stuck goin' after their suppliers, a real nasty group called the Steelers. And well, ah ain't exactly gonna leave a trail o' roses in mah wake.

Cheers to m2pt5 for editing this for me. Good job buddy.

Nine billion nine hundred ninety-nine million nine hundred ninety-nine thousand nine hundred ninety-eight, nine billion nine hundred ninety-nine million nine hundred ninety-nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine, ten billion.

There is only so many times one can count to ten billion before it gets boring, and that would be the first time. I've spent so long just standing here watching the days go past that I feel as though it would only take a glass of water to sway me.

I don't hate the sisters for what they've done, they made the right choice in their position. Who knows, maybe I'll go back to counting after I've gotten out of here. Maybe.

I suppose peace was too much to ask for.

Alright, this is mostly just written as a joke so don't take it too seriously and I'm sorry if I offend anyone... somehow. Oh and this is a Displaced fic, so go ahead and hate on it if you want.

I grew up alongside my mother on our small island, only the occasional merchant interceding our lives. She always told me that I was special, but that's just what mothers do right?

She told me to always remember that my wings were a good thing, that I should never dislike them.

I never understood what she said until I left our little island in the sky, when, for better or worse, my life changed.

Cheers to Golden Script for editing chapter one.

Big thanks to Jsyrin for the cover art.

Scheduled to be rewritten.

This story is about nothing as everything is completely fine.
Twilight agrees as does the rest of the mane six during different times in their lives.
Absolutely no one dies, not even a scratch!

Warning: Nothing will go wrong
Real Warning: Everything will.

Taptaptap "Is this thing on?" More tapping "Come on, work you piece of sh- what? It's already on? Why the fuck didn't you say so!?" Cue breaking noises.

Johnny isn't really as stable as he used to be. Once upon a time he was a nice kid, bright as a button and thought nothing was better than hanging out with his friends. After being locked in stone for a few centuries with only the memories of the dead to think of, that changed. Now he just follows the urges that made him a killer in the first place, but he'll still have his fun along the way.

He can barely even remember his name, what with everyone calling him Freddy or the Nightmare. He will remember though, and he will have his fun with the-

"Cliché, retarded horse fuckers that shoved me in a fucking statue for fucking ages! Fuck yo-!"

Shhhhhh. You don't get fourth wall powers until like chapter ten or so. Good boy. Now then, read at your own risk and make sure to enjoy the ride because his one is bumpy!

Warning: May contain excessive offensive language and gore, as is expected when using good ol' Freddy, proceed at own risk.

This is a short story written around the song Mad World sung by Gary Jules.
As such, the story is broken into different parts which coincide with lyrics from the song.
The story itself is based upon the view of Scootaloo.
Warning: 'tis a wee bit timeskippy.

The time has come for Equestria to face a new peril. One that they never could have prepared for. For as the citizens of Equestria rise to the coming challenge, the Fish Lords descend.

First dislike! - June 10th

A collection of short horror/thriller/scary/spooky/sad stories/other that may horrify, thrill, scare, spook or bore you. Any of these can be used as prompts I suppose, but t least give credit to the basic idea plez. And before anyone asks, there is no coherence between story content/quality.

There is a list below describing;
The name of the story - The characters (seriously) involved - And a little blurb about it

~The List~
Brushie, Brushie! - Colgate and Roseluck - Expect drills and tooth floss.
Pinkie's Singing Telegram! - Pinkie Pie, duh - This is your singing telegram, I hope it finds you well!
Cupcakes! - Pinkie Pie and Mrs. Cake - Not quite what you think it is. [REDACTED]
The Sound of Hooves - Rarity - Almost poetic.
Rotting Apples - Applejack - Sometimes we create our own journeys.
Hello? - Fluttershy - 2spooky4me
Trapped - Twilight - Under Construction
Pinkies Pizzeria - Lemon Drop and Robopones - Slight twist on the original idea but its a short story so who gives a flop?
What Words Can't Describe - You and guess who - Read the title.

The main character, Jess, was a human. One day she woke up and found herself in the magical land of Equestria! Which she had no knowledge about whatsoever. Also turns out that she's now a griffon, gryphon or griffin, someone correct me on that, and after an argument with herself is given a letter which doesn't explain much at all.
She later finds out she wasn't the only person brought to Equestria.

Basically I get bored with stories too easily and thought 'I'm gonna make one that I won't get bored with', no idea if it'll last long but I'll try. What this basically means though is that you can expect this story to be very random and odd but not hard to keep up with. Mostly.