The world is ending, and Twilight is left to observe. Helpless to prevent it, her mind begins to wander as she watches the end unfold.

You like Sunset Shimmer- not that you'd tell anyone, of course. Somehow, someway, you've managed to wiggle your way into the periphery of her social circle at Canterlot High, and now she's taken notice of you enough to ask you over to help her study for the next history exam.

EDIT: Featured 5/19/19!
EDIT: Now with an AUDIO READING by Lonely Fanboy48!

We have all lost something or someone special in our lives. Some move on faster than others, and some never move on, as their life comes to a stand still. Could you smile at such loss, and continue smiling through your life, knowing that the special someone was gone forever?

First attempt at sad fic.

Inspired by cover pic.

Also inspired by the song 'The Crow and The Butterfly' by Shinedown.

Celestia has been waiting for so long, now. Today is the day she'll finally be considered for entry into Twilight's School for Gifted Unicorns! Only, the entrance exams are meant to be gruelling, there's a scary dragon by Twilight's side, and Luna doesn't want to see her go.

Will she pass the entrance exam and become Princess Twilight's personal student?

No one expects to go to sleep and never wake up. There's always tomorrow, or the next day. There was always time. So, when a young life is extinguished before its time, it becomes especially difficult to handle. When the spirit of that life is forced to face and accept her death, what will become of her afterlife? Scootaloo will soon be faced with this tragedy, and this is her story.

A thousand years after Twilight became a princess, Celestia requests a final friendship report from her.
With all of her friends gone, the lessons they taught Twilight will be echoed in one final letter.

When the light dims and the flame burns out, the magic inside us all will forever endure.

Everyone at Canterlot High covfefe

(I apologize for nothing. Blame Twitter.)

I've been homeless for a while now, alone without a penny to my name. It's something you live day by day, and never once does it seem to get any easier, especially come winter. This was proving to be no different, that is, until an angel seemed to appear out of nowhere.