This story is a sequel to The Silent Wind

Twilight has awoken in an abandoned world, her memories seemingly scoured from her mind, while the sun and moon's magic is slowly dying.

And yet throughout it all, it feels like the heaviest burden are the wings on her back.

This story was a gift for my mate Zon, and he requested a fanfic of one of his fanfics.

NOTE: This story is a Silent Wind sequel, however this is not the whole story. This is also a sequel to Shadow Within. Reading this other fic first will make certain events in this fic more understandable, but, choosing to unspoiler that link and read the other fic first will also spoil the reveal of this in this story. The story itself is comprehensible either way, so the choice is left up to the reader.

The story is finished and will be published daily until finished.

Thanks to all who helped, particularly Drider and Bike without whom I wouldn't have worked out how to publish

Gilda has a secret. An embarrassing, embarrassing secret, keeping her tethered to Ponyville in spite of everything. She's in love with the most amazing, adorable pony ever. But how could Derpy ever love a rude, brutish griffon like Gilda?

just wanted to write something for my most beloved and niche rarepair!! pls enjoy :)
cover art is made by me!

Fiddlesticks watched the two ponies in the gif embrace over and over again, and wondered how that would feel. How anything that Twilight Sparkle experienced would feel.

The story of a smart house and the digital souls within it.

If Rarity saved half her meals to feed to the fairies so she could stay pretty, Sweetie Belle wasn't going to argue. Rarity was always right, after all.

CW: Eating disorders, anorexia specifically. Hopeful/happy ending, I promise.

Thank you to Snow Quill for prereading!

When the leaves turn golden and crisp,

fried by the Summer Sun to a tender perfection,

the salmon come home to die.

Weird experimental piece that took second place in the Quills and Sofas pegasus contest. The prompts were "broken wings" / "hostile skies". It was originally written in 75 minutes. This version has only received minor grammatical edits.

Read the sequel!

This is a collaboration piece with The Red Parade for the Scifi Contest.

When Strawberry Sunrise was eight years old, she watched as the sun blinked. It vanished for exactly four seconds, and Strawberry knew she had just seen the end of the world. Years pass, and the blinks get longer. Strawberry loses ponies to the blinks – loses ponies she loves. And she knows she cannot let it go on any longer.

Laotyn is tasked with watching the planet down below the great gas-ship Taelo. The primitive lifeforms are unevolved, bestial. But when Laotyn looks closer, when he strains his senses to really listen, he begins to think he can hear something that sounds almost like speech. 

Strawberry Sunrise makes some bold claims about her home-grown strawberries. The good citizens of Ponyville take these claims a tad too seriously.

Originally a Hearth's Warming gift for Red (<3). This version has been edited here and there, and the ending has been tweaked ;)

Rumor has it that there's a very intriguing painting on display at the Canterlot Art Museum. It's attracted the affluent, the famous, the critics... and the attention of the authorities investigating the elite patrons' disappearances.

Amazing reading by Pony&Wolf Productions here!

Written for a "Three Rules" Panic Fiction contest for the Quills and Sofas Speedwriting Group. We each had 3 prompts related to a theme, my theme I received was "color", and my rules were:

1. Your fic must name at least three colors named in it.
2. Your fic must have a version of the words "vivid" and "dull" in it (adjective or adverbs or verbs or names or whatever).
3. Your fic must describe a color in an unusual way, or with words normally used for a different sense (crisp yellow, loud purple).

You can take the quiz for deciding the prompt here if you're curious. We (Quills and Sofas) are on Discord here if you'd like to join us for more writing madness.

All it takes is one little thing, and your whole life can be turned upside down,

You can plan, you can dream, but there are some things you will never be prepared for. They'll come from nowhere and blindside you, leave your head spinning.

When disaster strikes, Blossomforth comes to learn this truth. She winds up in the care of Nurse Redheart at the Ponyville Hospital, and it seems like her life might never be the same.

But just because something terrible happens doesn't mean your life is over. Not everything unexpected is so bad. Because after all, all it takes - is one little thing.

This story was a commission for TheRedParade. If you would like to receive a story of your own, see here for more details.

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For years after an accident that took her ability to fly, Lightning Dust has struggled to find something to fill the void. Fiddlesticks found something that appeals to Lightning, involving two long sticks and a lot of white powder.

This was written as a gift for The Red Parade in the Quillmas Fic exchange!

Rated Teen for kissing and non-descript injuries.

Cover art is by Gita Lesmana from Pexels.