Melody Breeze sent a letter, hoping for a reply. Needing one. Letters have to go somewhere. Sometimes, a different letter comes back. Even if it's not quite what was expected.

Inspired entirely by the excellent (and significantly better) Just Reply, written by the equally excellent (and significantly better) Flutterpriest.

Edited by nobody, as is tradition.

Caffeine is one hell of a drug.

Anon knows it, misses it, needs it. He's been without it so long that his body doesn't even know what to do with it anymore, but that won't stop him from ODing on it given the chance. God have mercy on anyone who gets in his way when the rush takes over.

Or anything.

The tiara upon Princess Cadence's head is heavier than it looks. Burdens and expectations rest inside each little gemstone, but she's carried them all her life with ease. Everypony agrees that she is the epitome of goodness: she's always helped those in need and never spoken ill of another pony. She's never even sworn.

So nopony would blame her for being a teensy bit naughty on her bachelorette party.

Through a letter left for the Main Six, Anon says goodbye to everyone.

. . .
Featured: 8/14/2018

From Season 7 Episode 9 - Honest Apple, we see Rarity play the guitar after being offered a try by Pinkie Pie. Surprisingly enough, she managed to play some metal, which no fan of the show was
expecting.

Surely, that particular genre of music doesn't suit a lady like Rarity, does it? When Pinkie asks her how she knows how to play, her answer is nothing less than shocking. Perhaps Rarity has two talents?

FEATURED MONDAY, 7TH AUGUST! Wow, thank you so much, peeps!

This story is a sequel to Ponemurdered

Sixteen authors, one story. I foresee precisely zero problems.

This story is the result of a round-robin event, wherein each author only got to read the chapter immediately previous to write their own. Updating every day until completion, it is pretty much the same as the previous Ponemurdered, but this time, there was an epic twist for the writers, and quite possibly the readers too. No one knew who had written what.

It went about as well as you would expect with a project like this.

Within are many authors you may or may not have read the horse words of in the past and present, including a few original authors from the first Ponemurdered! This is the story that they wrote, and these are the people who wrote it:

Doctor Disco
All Art Is Quite Useless
ChappedPenguinLips
FamousLastWords
JackRipper
Whatever Seven's Name Is
The 24th Pegasus
Majin Syeekoh
Flutterpriest
Celesti Lateo
Dreadnought
Dawnscroll
Pen Stroke
Cold in Gardez
Lise Eclaire
Dave_Bryant

There are still no elephants

Updates everyday for ten days.

This story is a sequel to You Are Sick

Sometimes it's late at night, and you can't sleep. Sometimes you just stare at the ceiling and imagine what it would be like if you weren't here anymore, how the world would be different. Sometimes it seems like the world wouldn't even be worse off without you around, and that you might be better off without it.
But those are only idle musings and thoughts. It's not like you actually wish you were dead...
...right?

Warning: Contains depression and suggestions of suicidal/self-destructive thoughts. No actual death or physical self harm takes place. Please don't read this if you're feeling depressed or suicidal, I don't think this would help.

This is a stream of consciousness from the point of view of Berry Punch from the Broken Love series. Can act as a standalone.
Please don't worry. I'm ok.

Twilight has given you a new book to read. Well, she didn't exactly give it to you, you actually just found it in the back of the library. Behind a shelf. On the ground. It looks very old, downright ancient, and it smells like moss and rot. The binding is a little cracked, and there's no title on it. You can't help but wonder what might be inside, and the only way to find out is to keep reading.

Just turn the page.

You can do that much, can't you?

Please?

WARNING: This story contains brief depictions of blood, mild violence, and death, and has ARG aspects to it. It plays with formatting, and includes images. Some "pages" are long, some are only a few words. It is written in first person, to you, the reader, and is a slow mellow horror. You've been warned.

This story relies on unusual formatting for some parts, and thus may not be as enjoyable on a tablet or phone, or if you have specialized custom Fimfic settings.

If you post spoilers, hints, or answers in the comments, please be sure to spoiler them out or warn others. You don't want to ruin the fun, right?

Audio reading: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=28TqbHFchLg

This story is a sequel to Wishing You Were Somehow Here

When a normal person gets a fever, they usually just stay in bed and wait it out. When Anon gets a fever, it's a much more dire matter. On this fateful night, Berry Punch is faced with one of her worst nightmares coming true: Anon is sick. Her next actions are crucial and she has to focus, even if her mind is running on horrifying overdrive.

Art by Eighth.

WARNING: Contains discussions on the topics of sickness, sex, and death. Death tag included for terminal illnesses, but no death shown. Not a usual anonpencil comedy.
This story is part of the Berry Punch's Broken Love series, but you do not need to read the other parts to "enjoy" this one.

This story is a sequel to I Am Sick

A few weeks apart doesn't seem so bad. Well, that is, until those weeks of being alone are actually happening. Then it can feel like hell. Fortunately for Berry, her absent love has left something behind to help her pass the days before he returns.

Warning: Contains discussions of death, depressing topics, mild sexual discussion, and the name Anon.

This story is a follow up to When You Least Expect It, but does not require that you read the rest of the series to enjoy.
Coverart by johansrobot