In a world full of magic, mere words can pose a deadly threat. When simply reading a sign can instantly infect the unwary, and cases start to turn up all around Ponyville, Twilight Sparkle casts the only spell she can find that can give her the time she needs to find the cause of the plague. But then she has to figure out how to stop the epidemic... without being able to read.

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Lyra makes pudding one night, but forgets why.

Cover art by the amazing and fantastic Lamia.

This is the first installment of the Sleepy Author Challenge.
What happened was that I wrote this at about two in the morning with no game plan and no editors or proofreaders. I also did this in one sitting. I did not, nor will I ever edit this myself. (My eyes still hurt.)

The prompt for this fic was "Lyra makes pudding at 4 AM," requested by Vargras.

Criticism is encouraged. Blank comments such as "5/5" or "MOAR" will be deleted. Quality not guaranteed.

Fluttershy has a new computer! Rainbow Dash wants to pull a prank and decides to break her in to the cruelties of the Equestri-net in her own way.
[My first one-shot. Minor shipping elements- as a gag]
[Enjoy! I just HAD to write this.]

[No editing or proof-reading done, but did my best]

[Well damn? I got semi famous.]

A plush doll is always comforting. It's warm, fuzzy, cuddly, and calming. But what happens when it comes to life?

Jacob is about to find out when he wishes that his Luna plushie was real...

On her way to Cloudsdale, Rainbow Dash slams headfirst into a malfunctioning storm that grounds her hard. If that wasn't bad enough, the only help for miles comes in the form of a traveling boasting magician and her cart. But when this storm gone wrong turns out to be something more mischievous, these two find themselves in a strange new Equestria of finely dressed ponies and lavish inventions. And now, they need to find a way home, hopefully without strangling each other in the process.

Emotions are what drive the ponies of Equestria to live. Within these emotions resides sadness, which breeds bitterness that then becomes hatred. Not even a goddess is immune to the failings of mortal ponies.

[Set in the time period after the Nightmare Moon episodes but before Nightmare Night.]

Special thanks to VexPon for making my coverart! VexPon.deviantart.com

A simple click of a button lands the famed Swedish gamer PewDiePie in the land of the ponies, and now he must face daunting challenges and horrid foes in order to save himself and the rest of Equestria. Will he do it? Can he?

Cover art was the best I could find. Sorry for the inaccuracies implied.

MY APOLOGIES FOR MY POOR SWEDISH. Yes, I used Google Translate, and yes I know it's not very good.

After a mishap involving the Transportalponder, the Courier finds himself in a place he doesn't recognize. With no way back and nothing else to do, he decides that wandering into the nearest town is the best option. Being the Courier, things aren't that simple...

A Fallout: New Vegas/My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic crossover

The style alternates between omnipresent third-person and the Courier recounting his tale to... Well, take a guess.

Written for the League of Extraordinary Gentlecolts fic swapping event! Apologies for how very, very rushed it is.

*****

There was a time when all little Camera Shutter had to worry about was other ponies making fun of his name. Those days are long gone. It's hard for anypony to taunt you when you're a ghost and they can't even see you.

But he doesn't care about that anymore — all that matters now is finding his mother and saying goodbye one last time. However, with life continuing to throw everything it can at him and with Death only allowing until ten p.m. to find her before sending him to the afterlife, it's a task that's easier said than done...

[2nd Person Perspective]

Working as a waiter at Canterlot's various social gatherings is a nice job. Especially since you began chatting with the cello player of the usual quartet, Octavia. You've gotten to know a lot about her, but one night there seems to be something on her mind. You offer her a drink to ease her nerves and you bring your glasses together in cheers.

Next thing you know, you wake up in a strange hotel room in a town you've never been to next to a certain gray mare.

Art by John Joseco