That wacky Spirit of Chaos is at it again...
Except, there's no ponies in the audience.
There's nothing, really. Just an empty, post-apocalyptic expanse.
Nothing, and some ants.
Inspired by WrathOfGod519 and "Alone" - Downface.

Also now the excuse/subject for an RCL Interview.

When she was birthed with horn and wings she was thought to be a pegacorn, a rare and blessed blending of the tribes, whose long life and power brought wealth and stature.

Then the guards came, seeking the first alicorn born in over a thousand years.

An entry for The Most Dangerous Game contest
Now archived in Twilight's Library

Two decades after the banishment of Nightmare Moon, her shadow still lingers. Princess Celestia has been left to tend the Twin Thrones alone and protect us all from those who would see Equestria crumble. Our enemies take many forms: some would tear the world down with their claws, others with their smiles. They are monsters all the same.

I have had many names, and I have been many things. Today I am Swift Sweep, and I work for the Equestrian Bureau for State Security.

Special thanks:
NCMares (DeviantArt) for the gorgeous cover art.
Octavia Harmony: primary beta reader and editor throughout the many months of production.
PaulAsaran: for great help with and feedback on plot development and initial story drafting.
Kleora, Cerulean Voice, Nonagon: for further help with editing and story development.

Sooner or later, everyone finds their way to Roseluck's flower stall. And then they leave.

Part of Twilight's Library
Now available as an audio book
And also in Russian apparently

Following a Changeling attack that scatters every resident in Ponyville, Applejack holes up in her family home with only Apple Bloom for support. The doors and windows have been boarded shut. A thick fog covers everything in sight. Soon the first visitor comes to her door.

Now the only question is whether they're actually who they say they are.

Edited by spigo.

Ponies and humans have been happily writing letters back and forth for as long as anyone can remember - it's great fun! Neither can visit the other though, sadly. Just the rules, sorry!

Well, at least until Puddlejumper - cleverclogs that she is - figures out a way of visiting her human penpal Ben for fun, japes and general good-timesitude.

Only not. Because it does not work out like that.

The weather forecast promised a snowstorm, and the weatherponies delivered a proper blizzard. Blowing snow, low visibility, not weather any pony would want to be out in.

Buttonwood works at the livery, hauling wagons, and wants to save up enough bits to travel to Prance. Trains wait for nopony; loads must be delivered even on the worst days, and she could stay home but if she does, she’ll never save up enough bits for her trip. She knows the roads, the wagons, the shortcuts. She knows a lot of her co-workers won’t show up in such miserable weather, and that means better loads and more bits. Snow won’t stop a motivated pony.

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This story is a sequel to Lovey Dovey and the Business Pony

After having Lovey Dovey around for a week, Magnate knew that he couldn't go back to the dull life he led before. When she claims she's moving in with him, however, he comes to the realization that his first impression of her was right: they are very different ponies. Lovey is certain about their relationship, but is he?

Lovey Dovey is not only a professional matchmaker, but she's pretty sure she's the best in all of Equestria! What happens when Lovey hears about an eligible bachelor in Manehattan that isn't giving any mares the time of day? Well, she packs her bags and hops on the next train, of course!

A holiday tale in which Cheerilee learns the true meaning of the word "wassail"; Granny Smith fails to learn the true meaning of the word "polymath"; and somehow, amidst it all, three flowers finally begin to put down roots. Happy Twelfth Night, everypony.

Now with a Spanish translation by Spaniard Kiwi!