Rumble has a very normal day at school.

Written for the Anonymous contest in the Quills and Sofas group.

Preread by The Sleepless Beholder and LuckyChaosHooves

In the winter, there isn't much green in Ponyville.

CW: Seasonal depression / Seasonal Affective Disorder

First place in a Quills and Sofas speedwriting contest with the theme "spring" and the prompt "the cold that lingers". Originally written in 75 minutes, this version has seen some editing and adjustment. Special thanks to Lofty Withers, LostInFandom, Snow Quill, NoponyPones, RedParade, Decaf, and Vis-a-Viscera for pre-reading during the contest!

Check out the fantabulous reading by Rainbow Infinity (aka TheLegendaryBillCipher) here!!

Twilight has a migraine.

Migraines can be quite bad.

Weird experimental piece that took third place in Seer's Spookfest - a Quills and Sofas speedwriting contest that took place over a year ago. It was originally written in 75 minutes, and this version has a new ending ;)

Thanks very much to the lovely folks who read and commented during my first ever speedwrite: Mousse, The Legendary Bill Cipher, applezombi, Vis-a-Viscera, Seer, rice, Red, Equus, Novelle Tale, Silent Whisper, Buttery Biscuit, Emotion Nexus, Sweet Banana, Zontan, Hat Man, and Flashgen. I'm so glad I met you all!!

In the last days of a dying empire, Discord pulls a terrible prank on two horses by convincing them to start a new empire.

TAGGED Death, for the death of a fish, the death of an old master by natural causes, and the death of innocence. Profanity, for a single use of profanity. Tragedy, for philosophical reasons and the general feel. Random, because it is a Fiddlebottomsfic.

In fond memory of Pripyat and all other wild places that were once made lands for heroes.

Welcome, my little pony, to the happy home I've carved out far beneath the earth. Please forgive the mess, guests don't drop by very often and I've been here in the dark alone for so many, many, many years.

Dedicated to centipedes because they are super cute.

Ponies can be weird sometimes. And the weirdest, most stupidly obvious thing about them is they can't snap.

An exercise in vernacular.

There's being alone, and then there's being alone; where the only companionship is the screeching of your own subconscious, and every fear and anxiety weighs on you like a blanket of lead. Twilight Sparkle has five amazing friends, but still she feels alone. Is something wrong with her?

Yes. Yes it is.

Note: Contains references to real-world drugs and sex. Don't read if you don't like those things. Not fully edited because too many stories. Sorry.

A long time ago, my family moved to Appleloosa, and we ain't had no luck since. We tried growing apples, but our orchards just never took right. Now, the bank's gonna repossess unless we can get some bits together real fast.

No, we ain't never been lucky, but in that ring, I don’t need luck. I’m one win away from saving our farm, and Granny says that tonight I’m fighting some fancy unicorn named Blueblood. I hear he's real fast, but there ain’t no way I’m losing with so much on the line.

This ain't gonna be pretty. In fact, I can just about guarantee it’ll be real, real ugly.

Edited by Pascoite.

Additional help from SongCoyote, Steel Resolve, Dragonas77, Skeeter the Lurker, Seether00, and RainbowBob

Cover image by viwrastupr