This story is a sequel to Ghosting

After the events of Ghosting, Soarin's family has settled down into a fairly regular routine. Dash has mellowed out, Haze isn't always so combative with his mother anymore, and Prism is still obsessed with his favorite toys: the Roboknight model kits.

A new movie is coming out for the Roboknights franchise, and unfortunately for Soarin, the rest of his family wants to see it.

Contains spoilers for Gundam Seed: Freedom

Set in my 'Bright Future' universe which diverges from canon after season 4.

Last spring, Luna, then-Vice President of Canterlot High School's student body, took the next step up and ran for President, winning in a landslide. With school back in session after the summer holidays, she was looking forward to a smooth first legislative session.

Emphasis on was.

Seething after finding her Cabinet unruly and inflexibly positioned against her, Luna, having departed in a huff as soon as possible, heads off to find the nearest phone booth. She needs one voice, the only voice she can count on for a semblance of sanity -- last year's Student Body President, who just so happens to be her older sister.

Takes place in a rough EqG equivalent of the late 1990s-early 2000s, at least in technological terms.

An entry in Imposing Sovereigns IV, using the prompt Vice Principal Luna/Unorthodoxy. Pre-read by The Sleepless Beholder and Dewdrops on the Grass.

Featured on 11/25/23!

At Twilight Sparkle's end, she faces one last monster. With a fraction of her magic and a fraction of her strength, she must prevail as she always has.

Anthroquestria yaaaaay! Gimme a break, it's easier to write fight scenes for humanoids.

Partially inspired by The Last Days of Animal Man. More obviously inspired by Fimfiction's long history of stories about Twilight outliving her friends, which I've always called 'I'm Immortal And Sad' stories in my head. I wanted to write a subversion.

Written for EaW's 6th Writing Contest

The flames of conflict in Kiria may be extinguished, but what happens after the ash has settled?

That was a question that was left for kirins like Skywell to answer. Three years after the Realm's victory in the Kirian Civil War, the young officer-turned-architect is sent on his first major project in the former rebel city of Chrysanthemum. The project is a simple one: reconstruct several smoldering city blocks that could truly represent the new embers of modernity that Kiria is taking. The project is almost prepared for groundbreaking and the bulldozers are revved up.

That is, until a petitioner arrived in Skywell's office.

This story is a sequel to Wet Behind The Ears

It is a special day in Maretime Bay, but the Crystal Brighthouse is empty. Bluegill Brine has slept in, and now her friends are away. Brine is free to wander the town and enjoy the weather. The strange, beautiful weather.

A birthday gift for my friend Casketbase77. Cover art is by Ahobo.

The greatest beach in the world.

Nobody knows where it is. But it's a place you are bound to visit at some point.

Normally, you'd get to visit it just once.

River Republic border trooper Strawberry and her squad are considering what beach would be their ideal vacation spot this summer.

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Story for the Equestria at War 2023 writing contest!

The following story takes place in the Equestria at War universe. It contains major spoilers for the Dread League.

Rosa Maledicta. The name once struck fear into all who heard it, but now there was no one left to hear it.

Her Black Crusade against the living has just ended. She had done it. Everyone, everywhere, was dead. The world was empty. Now the self-proclaimed Queen of Bones stands atop her tower in Magehold, reflecting upon her experiences in life and unlife. It had taken a lot of work to get here, after all.

Yet...

Despite harboring an intense hatred for the living, she couldn't help but wonder...

Was it really worth it?

(Trigger warning: Death via falling from a great height as well as via blunt trauma)

Sunset's geode has been a small blessing. While not giving common superpowers like the others, it does allow Sunset to do something special. Forgotten Introspection. Something she has started doing quite often. Even if deep down, she doesn't want to. Even if it hurts her.

Written for the A Thousand Words II contest, as Experimental/Drama.

Special thank you's for Dewdrops on the Grass and daOtterGuy for pre-reading and EileenSaysHi for editing and helping out with the cover and ending.

Nothing ever changes within the forest. Public joy is shameful, pleasure fleeting, and you're not allowed to talk about what you're missing. They tell you what not to say, because that's the best way to make sure you think about it all the time. The younger generation is taught to be just as miserable as the older, allowing the perpetual miasma of depression to occupy fresh hosts. And so the facade which calls itself 'life' goes on across the centuries. Without change and, for the pain of loss, without end.

There's nothing new in the forest. There never will be.

And then there is.

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"At the end of the game, the King and the Pawn go back into the same box."

In the land of Equestria, there are no differences, no heartache, no progress, no purpose. There is just life, and whatever comes after. Everypony is equal. Starlight Glimmer won, but she may have also lost.

She built the box, but the game is about to end.

Entry for EquestriaDaily's Writer's Training Grounds.