Daisy once lived a normal life, full of normal human things of her age. That was until one day she was working near by the Ever-free docks and the ground collapsed underneath her. Revealing an ancient room. A dark room with barely any lighting

This story is A parody of the backrooms

co author RandomGuy101#5409(discord) https://www.fimfiction.net/user/379114/RandomGuy101

This story is a sequel to After the Day Breaks

The prophesied night approaches.

Nightmare Moon has spent nearly a thousand years on the Moon. As the thousandth year since her banishment nears, she prepares her return with a colt she met in the dream realm. Her intention was to change Equestria, to have its citizens pay respects to her and her night.

She did not expect herself to change drastically in the process.

Cover art is by fusselmaow.

I awoke one fine morning, with an absolutely ruthless hangover. My situation wasn't helped by the fact that I'd gone to sleep on Earth, and had woken up somewhere completely different.

As it happens, I was in Equestria. At the time, of course, I was blithely unaware of this unhappy fact. I had every reason to believe I was still on Earth - I mean, what maniac wakes up and, in a flash of misguided inspiration, goes "Well bugger me, quite clearly I am on Jupiter today", y'know? I simply believed I'd been driven into the countryside and left there by my absolute twat of a drinking companion/ room mate, as any sane man would.

Needless to say, it didn't take long for me to determine that I wasn't still in Scotland. It wasn't raining, for one thing. Pretty major tip, right there.

So here we are, I suppose. At the beginning. It mostly goes downhill from here.

(My vaguely satirical take on Human In Equestria)

When a Goddess gets bored of being alone, she moves to a rock farm to start a new life

Spike hates himself. One morning, he says it out loud for his best friend to hear. That morning would soon turn into one of the most challenging self-reflections he would ever face, one that would send him on a day filled with anxiety, heart-to-heart conversations about the mind, and the possibility of changing for the better.

Edited by: TheWraithWriter.

A total revamp of the original, Spike Hates Himself. The concept is very similar (obviously), but the story-line is not the same.

WARNING: Absurd humor, laced with a real serious perspective of suicide. If you can't handle these two intermixing, you might not want to read this story. You have been warned.

Pinkie Pie, party planner extraordinaire. Any pony who spends more than five minutes in Ponyville will be introduced to Pinkie with an explosion of confetti and a party. 

So how is it possible for a pony to live in her town and have no idea who she is?

As Seen on Equestria Daily!

Editors:
Sipioc
Georg
Zen and Ponies

I hope you like really bad puns and word avalanches. These are just very short stories that all end in one or the other. Groaning and facehoofs ahead.

I currently update with at least two new puns at a time, but not on a schedule. Just whenever the mood strikes me to make more. My goal is 50 eventually.

One night, Pinkie Pie stays up late to watch a couple of old horror movies. It should be fun, right? How can a black-and-white feature like "Night of the Changelings" be at all terrifying?

...Very, very terrifying, as a matter of fact. So much so, that the next day at school Pinkie is grappling with the aftermath of horrible nightmares, and the creeping fear that any of her classmates could be a slime-dripping alien bug monster in disguise. Now her friends have to find a way to calm her down, and hopefully do so *before* she goes completely off the deep end.

Shamelessly inspired by the SpongeBob episodes "Krab Borg" and "Fear of a Krabby Patty".

Rated T just for the sake of caution.

Pinkie is undoubtedly a very loving and friendly pony, if not one that is more than capable of invading people's personal space. Some ponies would describe her as being a little bit touchy. Unfortunately for her, this "touchiness" comes to bite her in a way she didn't expect.

Set between season 6 and 7
Contains borderline sexual content but nothing pornographic. Sex tag for safety.
Also contains insane amounts of Pinkie being weird.

Cover art taken from SveZaTe on DA

The name's Diane, Private Eye. I'm the stickiest gumshoe in all of Manehattan, with an addiction to danger (and chocolate). Hot on the trail of a missing foal, a feeling deep in my twitchy-tail tells me I'm about to crack the case wide open. Unfortunately, I may need the help of my weirdo "friends" to do it... but who knows, maybe I'll change my mind about friendship after an epic character arc.

Oops. Sorry for breaking the fourth wall there, but you can blame Mom for that one. After all, I'm just a half-bit mimeo of the #horsefamous Bearer of Laughter.

I mean, it's not like I have a soul, or anything.

Inspired by "The Heart of Saturday Night", a minific written by No Raisin for the June 2018 Writeoff.