Lightning Dust’s life has been a perpetual mess. As she struggles to put her life back together and repair her relationships, the last thing she needs is another version of herself appearing on her doorstep: young, stupid, and ready to make the same mistakes all over again.

Based on the almost incomprehensible album Stomachaches by Frank Iero.

Entry for FanofMostEverything's Ponidox Contest.

Edited by Holtinater, Seer, and EverfreePony.

Cover art by rice!

Dedicated to Moonshot (hope you're well) and wishcometrue (hope you feel better).

Featured on EQD 12/5/20!

Lightning Dust will never be a Wonderbolt. When she left the Academy, she swore she'd never look back. When the Washouts disbanded, she swore she'd forget about them.

Yet after all these years, against all odds, she finds herself here. At a Wonderbolts show. Just on the wrong side of the glass.

Entry into a Sofa and Quills Speedwriting contest, where it placed first! Written in the span of half an hour (time limit was an hour but I had to go early) with the prompts 'candy' and 'bittersweet.'

Edit: Featured from 4/15 - 4/17 2020, my first time in the box! Thank you!

"Highly Recommended" by Present Perfect!

Featured on Equestria Daily 5/28/20!

Reviewed by Nailah.

Featured in the Royal Canterlot Library. (Site blog 6/19/20)

Reading by Nailah!

"If this is what it means to be a fool, I don't wish to be anything else."

A gift exchange fic for my wonderful friend themoontonite

Sweetie Belle has an idea for the upcoming Ponyville Friendship Festival, but she can't do it alone. Even if being alone is all she has.

A Christmas and birthday gift for one of my best friends, wishcometrue. Thank you for everything you've done!

Cover art done by Snow Quill!

Cadance asks Luna what Flurry Heart dreams about.

Luna tells Cadance what she wants to hear.

Gold medalist in the December 2018 Write-Off, for the prompt "And at the End, You Shall Remain Alone"

Of death, there are two things that I believe: that it first comes in the form of a memory, and second that it comes wearing the face of a friend. As for when it comes, I can not say for sure, but I would like to think that when it comes, it parts a sea of angels as they crash and scream around it, to lead us to whatever lies beyond. Whatever that may be.

A Quills and Sofas Contest Entry for Seer's Colorful Characters Contest: Fluttershy. Originally conceived and written in the span of an hour and edited later. Written with input from Vis-a-Viscera, Flashgen, Snow Quill, Seer, SamG, TheLegendaryBillCipher, and Wish, with further suggestions from HapHazred.

Masked ponies in the background were done by HapHazred and a bottle of whiskey. Thanks Hap!

Dedicated to themoontonite: congratulations on 100 followers and here's to a hundred more!

Rainbow Dash is neither romantic nor superstitious. Today might just change one of those things.

Originally an entry to a Quills and Sofas Panic Fiction with the prompt "Superstitions", now an entry to the AppleDash Warm and Fuzzy Feelings Event.

Thanks to Undome Tinwe, Seer, and LunaTheFox for editing.

Cover art by Garaganzya.

Princess Twilight Sparkle is at the top of the world with everything she's ever wanted... So what is that sickening feeling in her chest? And why does her reflection look so horrid?

This story was written under an hour in the Quills and Sofa's Speedwriting Group, for contest 58: Pride.
Big thanks to Seer, Dawn, Wish, Snow Quill, and Bill for their prereading of the story!

“Pinkie,” Maud asked, “Have you ever thought about something, and then it was real?”

And Pinkie just laughed, endeared by the naivety of the minds of fillies.

Winner of the 'Siblings Contest' in the Quills and Sofas Speedwriting Group. Written in an hour and presented with minor edits here.
Appropriately edited by my good friend, the amazing wishcometrue, with additional edits made during the contest by my other good friends themoontonite, Red and Zontan. Mistakes are because of edits I made after consulting them, and I thank them all sincerely for the help.
CW: Child abuse, Trauma