Have you ever heard strange voices in your head? Have you ever felt like your life is being observed or controlled by some omnipotent being? Twilight Sparkle has, and it's driving her up a wall; the FOURTH wall! Watch the hilarity ensue as Twilight hears the soothingly manly voice of yours truly!

You've read this scene before.

This story is a sequel to Twilight Hears The Narrator

After her odd encounter with the mysterious entity, Twilight has grown rather accustomed to living with the voice of a narrator following her life. Although she still doesn't understand his presence, she has begun to accept him as a friend. But the confusion only grows, as the Narrator finds himself following the stories of other ponies. And Twilight will soon learn that she is not the only one who can hear the voice of the handsome, talented, witty, charming, manly gentlecolt yours truly!

Owlowiscious knows in the deepest reaches of his being that he and Twilight Sparkle are star-crossed lovers, destined to be together forever. However, if Spike the Dragon insists on interfering, then Owlowiscious may have to take action.

An entry for the June 2015 write-off event, with the prompt "A Matter of Perspective".

Suddenly finding herself in hell, Twilight is presented with one fact: for the rest of eternity, she's stuck in a library holding every book possible. She's expected to organize them and is allowed to read them.

What makes this hell, again?

Now has two Spanish translations, one by SPANIARD KIWI and another by Pugg-Senpai.

This story is a sequel to Best Hell Ever

Once upon a time, Twilight went to hell. It wasn’t that bad. It was pretty great, actually. It had a library! A big one. Like, bigger-than-the-universe big. But then Twilight went and got herself kicked out of hell, and now she’s depressed.

There’s only one logical solution: with Starlight’s reluctant help, Twilight is going to break into hell and invade its library. Oh, it’ll be tricky — trying to find one specific location in an infinite dimension tends to be a bit hard — but the infinite knowledge it’ll provide is too good to pass up. Twilight will find that library if it kills her (which, since this is hell, isn’t the worst thing ever in the grand scheme of things).

There is absolutely no way this can possibly go wrong.

It started out as a perfectly normal day. After a picnic with all her friends, Twilight just wanted to get back into her castle. The day just got weirder.

Another Monty Python pony version.

We all have bad dreams. They can be unsettling. Thankfully when Twilight has a very specific recurring bad dream, she has her Royal Adviser and good friend Spike to remind her that her dream isn't real and will never be real. Ever.

Hope everyone's coping with the post-finale blues well enough. We'll get through this, I promise.

Edit: for those of you who aren't understanding it and are telling me this clashes with canon, yes, I am aware of that. I did that intentionally. This is basically my way of saying that there were certain things I didn't like about the finale making canon, so I made my own canon.

It's a time of crisis and everyone must evacuate Ponyville. Sadly all Twilight can do is watch helplessly as you see, Ponyville is politically correct.
THIS IS A TROLL FIC
THIS IS MADE TO TRIGGER EVERYONE. ENJOY~
Special Snowflake Discretion is advised.
"How dare you assume your readers are special snowflakes!"

Disclaimer: The author does not condone the use of Political Correctness, He does however, find it freaking hilarious. If you take this story as anything but a ridiculous joke to make you laugh, then you are even dumber than the idiot who posted this.

This story is a sequel to A Trip Through the Mirror

For a changeling, love is magic, and magic is love. They are one and the same within the changeling body. To share magic is to share love. And we all know what happens when an unreformed changeling shares love. Unfortunately for Chrysalis, she got caught up in the moment and forgot for just a second. But a second was enough...

A "what if?", alternate ending for "Frenemies".