A night; one of many before and after spent in mirth by the shy pony and her party companion. The scenic countryside that they often tread upon explodes with life and color along the course of the evening.

A small, evocative vignette.

Short author's note:

This is my first attempt at fan fiction, my usual game is short prose and poetry. My first rodeo with pre-established characters and non-strange storytelling might be rough. I didn't want to do anything particularly long or ambitious.

I love her. I love her so much. Why won't she come home? Please, I'm scared and I'm alone.

(Based on the song of the same name by Type O Negative)

Everyone knows how easily forgiving Twilight was in "A Canterlot Wedding" but what if she wasn't? Instead, Twilight becomes resentful and lashes out on how they've left her. Will she ever find a way to forgive them?

Now on TV TROPES! Bitterness

After all this long waiting...

I'M BACK!

I'll be posting a small teaser on what I've been working on, before midnight. Until then, I will be updating a new chapter later on in this New Year!

Special thanks to The Myth andCavenerd20 for editing some of my works.

PS: I am now asking for more editors as I've gotten complaints on how shitty my past/present tense uses are. Please PM me if you got Google Doc and ask Myth that I've gotten my ass to work.

Featured on Equestria Daily on January 8, 2013.

On the eve of Hearth's Warming, families gather around the comfort of warm fires and tell the stories of the holiday. But not everypony can have that luxury.

One pony walks the cold land, abandoned to the chill of the winter weather. But, while wandering the streets of Ponyville, the stallion notices a particular pink pony smiling at him from the window of a local bakery. Little did he know that her simple gesture would change his life forever.

And, as he looks back on his life, he will know that a miracle did happen on that one Hearth's Warming Eve.

My name Is Pinkamena Diane Pie, but of course you already know that. I want to know why you did this to me, why you all made my life a living hell, why must I be the one to live a life full of torment!?

*Author's notes*

This can be seen as a little experiment, I have no idea if this a good idea to be honest... But I decided to write it none the less. I also want to thank a friend of mine Aroy for all the help he give me,even though this is super short this was actually the hardest thing I've ever wrote, I'm not exactly sure why either. So thanks for helping me write this and readers... I hope this makes you think!

Taking place a week after the royal wedding of Canterlot, Twilight has a nightmare which leads her to believe that the Changeling threat is still at large and anyone around her could be in disguise. Her personal worries get even worse when she gets haunted by a scarring incident caused by her brother and her friends the night before the wedding and believes that no one can help her. But when Twilight breaks down and suffers from emotional trauma, will her friends be able to realize the importance and value of true friendship through their foolish mistakes? Or have they not learned a thing at all this whole time?

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I woke up in the Ponyville hospital this morning. A heart condition, they said. Now I'm stuck here, waiting to die, and all the company I've got is a bookish pegasus and a stuffy nurse. Nothing to do but reflect on the life I've lived—or should I say, the life I've wasted.

My name is Second Fiddle. I was a violinist once...

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Sparkler has a happy life with her adoptive mother and sister. However, a secret weighs heavy on her. Seeking some advice and relief, she comes knocking at Cheerilee's door.

What does the filly want to confess?

Many thanks to Taggerung for the amazing picture! The original can be found here: http://ballman64.deviantart.com/#/d4k8s3q

Not everything is as it seems when Dinky visits her mother in the hospital.

Connected to Chengar Qordath's "Saying Goodbye"

Now a dramatic reading! Courtesy of Lisa M.
Part 1
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You've all heard that "Creepypasta", right? Or. maybe you'd prefer it be called "hidden meaning." Well, whatever you want to call it, I lamented on it, and wrote a story. I don't care if you guys like it or not, I was up at 4:50 a.m with no Internet, and this happened.

Whatever.

Anyways, enjoy.