I'm not a very prolific writer, but I'll try my best to be one worth reading. Constructive critism and advice will always be welcome. Thank you for your time.
The colony of Myinnkyun is tearing itself apart after the suspicious death of an old merchant. Piece together its final days from the dreams of its inhabitants.
It’s true. Sometimes a tear’ll slip out… it’s bound to happen, sometimes… but for the most part, I cry on the inside. But right now, as I stand here watching my friends weeping in a huddle together... I'm not. Not even on the inside.
In a nearly empty library, a librarian tears pages out of books and tosses them out an open window. Twilight studies in the same library, alone. They exchange words and a dance.
Pinkie wakes up sick one morning, which is just about the worst thing she can think of! But Fluttershy will be there to make things better. Things are always better with Fluttershy around.
During what started as a perfectly fine Lunch, Twilight learns that her friends have somehow gotten it into their heads that she is in a relationship with her mentor and idol Princess Celestia.
Long, long ago, when the Age of Dragons ended in fire and ruin, the greatest of the dragons challenged the races of Equestria to prove themselves worthy to rule the next age.
Star Swirl wrote of a special moment between sisters on the first Hearth's Warming Eve. With his guidance, maybe Twilight can make this the best one Rarity ever had.
Diamond Tiara gives her empty box to the CMC, but hears strange sounds when they play inside it with their imagination. She's determined to find out the secret, even if it drives her crazy.
Lyra thinks Discord is an idiot for not thinking to dodge when the Elements of Harmony were about to strike him. Discord thinks this is the perfect opportunity for a game.
What’s it like to be trapped in stone? Well, buckle up, because you're about to have a heart-to-heart with the king of chaos himself, and it ain’t pretty.
A free-verse poem about an alicorn named Notional who ventures into Equestria, where he is met with hate and disdain by all except the little filly willing to accept him.
Maud writes about something other than rocks to expand her literary horizons. Pinkie advises her on what's popular lately. Maud may have misunderstood.
Back when Pinkie Pie was still a filly, Maud joined her first party. After much retrospection, Maud came to a better understanding of both her and her sister.
A simple and common phrase leads to Twilight writing a letter confronting Celestia's misguided fears about her immortality. A counter to Twilight Sadfics
Sudsy Bubbles spends her lonely days working at her laundromat. But try as she might to attract customers, no one ever comes to wash their clothes. That all changes when a blue-haired girl comes looking for a place to hide.
Long ago, at the top of the world, Love ruled a magnificent frozen empire. Then the sun rose, and darkness fell. (Based on T.S. Eliot's "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.")
Though she admired him, Pinkie Pie was never close to Ponyacci. She wasn't expecting him to call her to visit. She really wasn't expecting to find him like this...
It had been a year since Twilight had heard of anything from Trixie since the Alicorn Amulet incident. Unexpectedly, she receives a letter saying that her so called "rival" has tragically died and is requested to be at her funeral.
Nothing is without a price, as many discover to their sorrow. Few are those who truly know themselves, and fewer still are those who know which prices are worth bearing—and which hide perils threatening that which they most treasure.
Extreme long-range teleportation is fraught with frequently-unexpected complications. Twilight and Celestia find themselves caught within one such complication for an entire week.
Scootaloo only wants to spend her birthday with her idol. Rainbow Dash would normally love to accommodate her, but… she doesn't want to talk about it. So nopony'd better ask.
Twilight is about to learn that of all politics, foreign diplomacy is the most complicated. Can she navigate the political waters, or drown in the storm?
Created by Everyday
