Our protagonist is cold, hungry, and alone. Ponyville is no longer what it once was. Can he find a way to revert things to how they were before?

Once more, we have a one-hour challenge. This time, it was to write a "first person adventure."
Standard rules apply. No going back and revising. What you see is exactly what I vomited onto the screen.

You all know what happened on that fateful Summer Solstice a few years back, the dramatic tale of our favorite sextet of friends fighting an evil force trying to bring about eternal night and the loving reunion of sisters long parted. That tale is common knowledge. What you don't know is why. I mean, sure. You've got an ambiguous legend involving harmonic elements and a thousand year banishment to the moon, but who actually believes that? The truth is much more mundane. Celestia didn't banish her sister because of a spat over when the moon should be in the sky. That's far too dramatic. The truth is much simpler. It was over a taco stand.

Snails has heard a new word and has decided to figure out its meaning. Who knows what sort of wacky hijinx he'll get into this time?

Once again, we have a story written to satisfy a challenge from a friend. This time the challenge was a little odd and had three parts:
1) It had to include the word "marehood" multiple times.
2) The word "marehood," had to have no concrete meaning.
3) It had to include Snails.

Standard rules applied. Written in one hour, no going back and re-reading/editing.

Twilight's been waiting for this day for months, the moment when she can finally tell Celestia how she feels. But like all confessions, things rarely go as planned.

Another story written in an hour as a challenge from a friend.

The challenge this time was to "write a Twilestia shipfic without shipping."