This story is a sequel to Little Memories

After two long, painful years, Twilight Sparkle has finally regained her lost memories. Unfortunately, her remembrance has come at a terrible price...

Exiled from her home city of Canterlot and haunted by the whispering voice of Midnight Sparkle, Twilight has been tasked with opening a mysterious chest presented to her by the Tree of Harmony. To do this, she must prove to her friends - and to herself - that she is still worthy to wield the Element of Magic. But with her own mind threatening to swallow her whole at every turn, her task will be far from easy. If she is to succeed, Twilight must face her fears and come to terms with what she allowed herself to become, or fall prey to the shadow whispering in her ear...

Thankfully, she does not have to carry this burden alone.

Beware spoilers in the comments!

Edited by Chromio

The cover art was drawn by Hagalazka

This is the fifth story in the Little Flashes series. Reading through the previous stories is intensely encouraged to understand the events of this story.

Everypony has a guilty pleasure or two. Those things about yourself you hide from even your closest friends. For some, it’s a simple book or song that they’re embarrassed about liking. For others it’s a secret hobby they don’t want others to know about. They make you feel bad, but you can’t stop enjoying them. Can’t deny you like it.

Rainbow Dash’s guilty pleasure is Twilight. Even if she hates herself for it. Even if she knows it’s wrong.

After all, what would Rarity say?

Short series of one-word prompts given to me by a friend. Most are under 3000 words, and are unrelated to one another unless specifically stated. All of them will be Twidash. Tags will update depending on the chapters I add. This story will update infrequently, as in whenever I have time to write something that isn't one of my main fics.

(If you have any prompts you want me to write, post 'em in the comments.)

A series of song-prompt based short stories featuring the romantic relationship between Twilight Sparkle and Rainbow Dash. Each story will be no more than ~1,000 words.

The theme/mood/atmosphere of every chapter is influenced by the song prompt chosen.

All credit goes to the artists who wrote and performed the amazing songs that will be used at some point in this collection of stories. If you want to see a specific song used as a prompt, I'm open to any and all suggestions!

Wanna check out another song-inspired TwiDash collection? Yes? Thought so. I give you ssjgokillo's The TwiDash Playlist!

Anon takes over Spike’s job of transcribing Twilight’s friendship reports. He does exactly what you’d expect.

Companion fic containing Celestia’s replies up to Letter 120 - To: Anon, From HRH Sunbutt written by Snow

Mare Do Well earned her place in the history books of Ponyville as one of its greatest protectors alongside the likes of Supermare and Batmare.
But Mare Do Well hung up her cape after teaching a lesson to one of the most egotistical mares in Ponyville.

So who is it on moonlit nights, that hops from rooftop to rooftop, who leaves crooks and con-stallions outside the doors of the watch-house, and who always arrives just in time?

Mare Do Well may have taught Rainbow Dash one unforgettable lesson, maybe Mare Do Better will teach her another.

A/N: This story starts after the Mare Do Well episode in season 2.
Major thanks to Twilight the Pony (previously Spark-of-Twilight) for the art (now with source!).

Since Princess Twilight Sparkle had elevated herself to the status of an immortal alicorn, she has come to realize that there would be one part of her friend's lives that they may never get the chance of having - her funeral. To make up for this, she decides to host a mock funeral so they can have the opportunity to experience it. However, word about the preparation for said funeral accidently gets out and as a result, Equestria believes that Twilight has died.

This story was inspired by the suggestion of a friend who wishes to remain anonymous.

Proofread by Titanium Dragon.

Progress: (verb); to proceed closer to one's destination or goal.
It's usually intuitive for us to judge how close we are to something, how much further we have to go. But for others, data and numbers are a comforting reminder that progress is being made. But what if the numbers say something different? What if you're not growing closer to your goal, but straying farther from it?

Prior to Season 3
Story one in my Twidash Challenge: Sad Theme