“Youth is wasted on the young.”

But only the oldest of people know that. Jonathan Taylor is one such man, in the twilight of his years, quietly lamenting the follies of the newer generations. He would show them, ah, he would show them all, if he could go back in time and live with what he now knows.

Then again, browbeating a voice that pretends to be able to grant wishes might not have been particularly smart of him either. She did hold a grudge. A little one. It probably explains the whole horse thing.

And, as the rest of the saying goes, wisdom is wasted on the old.
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The cover art has been drawn by the incredible mix-up. You can also see his gallery on deviant art.

I have been climbing this stairway forever. I don't remember when it started. I don't know why I'm doing it. I just know I must reach the top of the tower. Something is waiting for me there.

But this is not as easy as putting one foot after the other. Four mares await me. They hold the questions. I hold the answers.

And it scares me to death.

Dreams can take strange turns, but lucid dreams are not supposed to. That’s the whole point, to change the dreamworld through lucidity. However, when he tried messing around with his own subconscious, William signed up for far more than he ever thought he was going to.

Now, Reality seems to be following arbitrary rules, cartoon logic and the fact that he cannot change back from his ridiculous alicorn form is just vanilla icing on the bizarre cake.

And unbeknownst to him, a certain Princess is infuriated by the intrusion in her domain.
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That awesome piece of coverart was drawn by the equally awesome mix-up, that you can also find on his dA account here.

This story is a sequel to Abandon All Hope, Ye Who Enter Here

What do you get when you place a pompous, prissy and petulant prince with an absolutely insane former extraterrestrial individual with a bad case of Chaos?

Love, adventures, spying, strong desires to strangle the other, romance, lots and lots of foals, grimdark, pudding, cults, injustice, justice, strong friendship, weak sanity, history, stories, a rocket jumpsuit, three opportunities to take over the world and a cockatrice. On Sunday.

Things… You get things.

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And when you're especially lucky, you get a great cover art from an artist like Mix-up (also seen on fimfic here)

Sometimes, Life really screws you over.

And sometimes, a friend helps you back on your feet.

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An entry for the The Most Dangerous Game Contest.

Things had gotten heated in Appleloosa when his cousin Applejack had come with Bloomberg, only for the tree to be taken by the buffalos. Really heated. However, they had managed to come to a compromise in the end. So all was well for Braeburn, right?

But the next morning, the trail in the orchard was gone and every tree was standing. Worse yet, nopony in town wanted to hear a thing he had to say as soon as he mentioned the buffalos.

The Battle of Appleloosa was still lurking over the horizon.

Again.

And again.

And again and again and again...

The day the Princesses vanished was the last day of peace. Nopony was the same when the sun and the moon continued their way across the sky without the Princesses' magic. With that apparent lie exposed, Equestria was in shambles for weeks, months even.

Everything slowly took a turn for the worse, starting with the betrayal of the Element of Honesty. Nopony really knows what happened that day, except for the other Elements of Harmony. Equestria is shattered.

Five uneven pieces.

Equestria is divided. And it has been so for fifteen years.

We're just the many insignificant ones. This is our lives, stuck in Tartarus.

(The setting belongs to PoorYorickDA, who created this awesome thing that is Equestria Divided)

(This is a one-shot so far, done purely to promote what I believe is a well thought-out grimdark Equestria, but it might evolve into a bigger story someday)

I used to love the idea of a human getting to visit Equestria. It sounded like a good way to set up so many shenanigans, except it's plagued with boring characters or really cliché ones or... the dreaded Sue.
I never expected it to happen. For real.
No, that's not real. What am I saying? Tom's... missing. Yes, and I will find him. He's not in the show... that's ridiculous. Don't say such things! My little brother can't be part of the show! It's just a coincidence that this little alicorn showed up, spoke with his voice, has the exact same personality and is based on his personal design for his alicorn OC!
IT'S NOT REAL!

What am I supposed to do now?

This story is a sequel to Ten Trips to Equestria

Alright, I won't complain. I got what I wanted. I did visit Equestria. Being stranded here was not on my list though. And with the things running around, how I'm running around... I'm really not feeling good about this.

I've got mistakes to fix, dreams to live and so little sanity to spare... Eh, I'll manage.

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Cover art by the one and only mix-up. You can visit his gallery here

Alright, this sounds utterly stupid, I know, but... I've made a deal with Discord. WAIT! DON'T LEAVE YET! I... I didn't want to... much. Alright, I was just too scared to tell him "no". He wants to play a game... help?

...

The rules?

Oh, from now on, every time I fall asleep in the human world, I get transported to Equestria, into a new body. I can stay as long as I don't give up, even until I die apparently! If I do, I get sent back to our world. Discord, being so bored in his statue, will influence my fate while I'm in Equestria. The game will only last ten rounds, at most.

...I'm doomed.