Lonesome Has Finally Reached Whispering Sands and has came closer to his goal. Along the way he's picked up a mare, Cinnamon, who's very existence has plagued him since he found her lost in the desert out side of town. But She turned to be more use full than he thought. Now all he has to do is survive her mother. Good luck Lonesome after all, Hell Hath No Fury Like That Of A Women Scorned

After a decade of protecting Equestria with the Elements of Harmony, Ponyville is a very different place. Or maybe it's exactly the same. Either way, the Bearers of the eight Elements of Harmony better get to the bottom of it.

A slightly more mind screwy adventure story than my usual, that will be updated irregularly.

When a mare showed up near midnight at Ponyville's police station in shock, I knew something was terribly wrong. When she told me her friend had been kidnapped I was shocked-a kidnapping in Ponyville? But then, when I interviewed her, she told me he was taken by something. Not somepony, but something. Something that looks like a pony, but has no eyes. No mouth. No face. Something that is a legend-an old mare's tale. But as The Mare on the Moon had taught us, not all tales are as false as they seem to be.

When Fluttershy finds a page of a clopfic containing Spike and a certain white mare, the page finds itself in the hooves of many ponies it's been kept from. All of the clues seem to point to Spike, but is there more to this page than meets the eye?

Author's Note: Contains lines of some saucy material. Nothing to clop over, but it refers heavily to something you'd find in a clopfic. Don't read if you're offended by this sort of thing. I only rated it teen because it's pretty tame and there's very little of it, but if it's too much I can rate it mature and add up a "sex" tag.

Any constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated!

Ravaged by a war that ended civilization, Equestria is now nothing more than a desolate wasteland. The city of Trottingham is no exception. During the war it served as a beacon of peace to its citizens, taking in refugees from both sides. Now it serves as the embodiment of the Wasteland. Trottingham is now home to some of the most violent gangs in the Wasteland. But even the most fearsome of gangs don't even come close to the irradiated monstrosities that call Trottingham home. Swept up in an idealistic crusade to fight ‘the good fight’ one pegasus must learn if fighting is really the best way to 'fight' the good fight.

Sergeant Apricot Tarts lives her life in Stable 242 rather normally. However, one day she is forced to set out on a mission to save her very home, but things don't go as planned. She gets stuck in a world that no training could have ever prepared her for. While she struggles to fight everything the Wasteland throws at her, she strives to avenge her fallen comrades and to find out what happened to the once pulsating city of Coltsboro.

Inspired by the heroics of the mysterious mare known as the Stable Dweller, Silver Storm, a guard of the town of Marefort, decides to go on a daring mission to rescue her captured brother. Of course things rarely go as planned and her attempts at heroism drags her into a tangled web of plots and conspiracies as warring factions vie for control over the last great city: Dise.

Spanish Version translated by Spaniard-Kiwi: https://www.deviantart.com/spaniard-kiwi/art/Fallout-Ecuestria-Heroes-996263393

War. War was a foreign concept. After over a millennium of peace, the dark shadow of war covers Equestria leading to the Last Day and the end of pony civilisation for two hundred years. This is the tale of a pony who came long before the Wasteland, before Littlepip, before Red Eyes and the Enclave. This is the story of Rivet Bolt and his journey to become a champion of peace through an instrument of chaos.

Unfortunately, Our Finest Hour is dead and I currently have no interest in continuing/rewriting it at present. However, if you enjoy my writing, please check out my current FO:E side fic Waking the Dead! I'm sure you'll enjoy at least 5% more than a memory extraction!

My name is Sarah and I am eight and a half and I'm really pretty because Daddy and Mommy says so and I am also a princess. I have brown hair and blue eyes but no freckles. I really want a pony because ponies are cute and I love ponies lots and lots but Daddy and Mommy says I can't have one.

Red Stripe has just woken up to find himself in a pre war lab falling quite literally into the hands...hoof's of slavers not knowing anything but his name, How will life turn out for a zebra like him in the unforgiving and deadly post war equestria

thanks goes to Kkats original fict for inspiring me
Also this im my attempt to get back into writing again critics are welcomed the more that's said the better i become