Ivory spires that put to shame the mountain they're grafted to. Thousands of lives perched on a slab of iron bolted to the side of a cliff, with an artificial sun doin' its best to warm the shadows underneath. Then there's the cybertech changin' the face of ponykind, rubbin' right up against magic the likes of which the world ain't seen for centuries. This, all of this, is New Canterlot. A magical place, in the dangerous way. Everythin' you ever dreamed of, and everythin' you ever feared. For what it's worth, good luck out there... I think you're gonna need it.

Setting inspired by Shadowrun, for both of you who care.

Here's something you don't hear every day: I'll write your fic idea for you! Drop your idea in the comments, and if it excites me, I'll scribble up a thousand words or so when I have time.

This little project, a LONG-ass time ago, was meant to get me writing and explore a range of fics from cute to cloppy to grimdark and back. Many of these were written long ago, as you can see--and in many cases I have developed far past them--but I'm still writing minifics. I figure I may as well post them, so I'm going to add them here. Think of this as just a collection of short things that I write whenever they hit me.

I have no content restrictions whatsoever and I enjoy trying unusual things, so throw me your craziest ideas--maybe the crazy will appeal to me!

Anonymous Unknown the Human(You) is stuck working a dead end job day in and day out. Your life is so boring the only thing you do is eat, work, and sleep. But one fateful night Discord, The God of Chaos, visits Earth. When he comes across you he offers you an escape, one that you cannot refuse. When you are sent to Equestria you come to find out that Discord rules all and his reign, along with the antics of his daughters Screwball and Eris, has left a chaotic mess in their wake. You are forced into living here under the premise of making friends with ponies.

Why does Discord wish for you to befriend equines?
Why did he choose you of all the other humans out there?
How many friends will you make?
Why are the ponies he introduces you to gray and hostile?

Edited by: Detective Pingles http://www.fimfiction.net/user/DetectivePingles

You're a random human on Earth trying to get some sleep, but these blasted ponies keep appearing in your room. You don't know where they come from, or how they got here, but they insist on sleeping with you in a non sexual manner.

Have you ever wanted to get cuddled by a pony? How about against your will? No? Yes? Either way you are getting cuddled whether you like it or not.

Warning: Adorable cuddling may or may not be suitable for younger readers.
Warning: I can't select all the ponies, but yes all ponies(and other species) are capable of cuddling you. No you're not safe.

Edited by: http://www.fimfiction.net/user/technicscratch

Every director's greatest fear is having a production turn into a battle between the directors and the cast. Twilight, and her musical director Octavia, are about to learn just how nightmarish the task of managing a cast can get.

Cast, crew, and audience alike had better brace themselves, because Vinyl Scratch a.k.a. DJ PON3 a.k.a. Beatmistress V-to-the-S is out to make sure this musical is a wild ride from casting call to curtain call.

Frustrated at being used as a bad example in a public blogpost for all to see, Obnoxious Writer decides he's going to break new ground and create a story that's sure to earn him the admiration he deserves. It involves his fellow example-pony Clueless User. Nothing could possibly go wrong with this plan.

Please, please downvote the everloving Faust out of this.

Pic utterly unrelated, but there is a proper cover image for this fic in the works, amusingly enough.

Tell me the story, Celestia. The one that you promised you would, so long ago...

This is the beginning of a story.

This is the end of a story.

This is a story about beginnings and endings, about gods and mortals, about love and death.

The banishment of Nightmare Moon left the Lunar Republic in disarray. With their cause seemingly dead and their hopes dashed, most of them returned to normal lives under the rule of the Solar Empire.

Most, but not all.

Today, the New Lunar Republic's three top agents embark on the mission that will bring the NLR's thousand-year schemes to a final conclusion.

Friendship is Tim Curry.

A musical fic about what happens when a certain sweet transvestite arrives in Ponyville.

Rocky virgins need not apply.

Everypony knows Twilight Sparkle as the sweet, studious unicorn whose magic powers are matched only by her incredible focus and organizational skills. When Twilight's friends make fun of the way her checklists and schedules control her life, Twilight just laughs.

One day, for reasons known only to her, Twilight goes on an unstoppable organizing rampage. Soon, Rarity decides that she's had enough, and tries to stop Twilight before she organizes Carousel Boutique into oblivion.

Twilight Sparkle is very, very organized. Twilight Sparkle has never told anypony why she's so organized. Until now.