It's Mother's Day in Ponyville, and Dinky has a very special present for her mother.

That isn't Fiddlesticks. That isn't her. That isn't her. That isn't her.

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the current draft is an entry into The Red Parade's The First FiddleDust Festival

the first draft was an entry into the Quills and Sofas Speedwriting Group's Anonymous Contest 2, hosted by The Red Parade

thank you to iAmSiNnEr for moral support

Trixie's line of work is dangerous. But she's a careful showpony, and that's why she's only died a few dozen times in her career.

She thinks this is normal.

Rarity has been keeping to herself lately.

Applejack is determined to find out why.

This fic is a gift for the incredible rice, edited by the brilliant Silent, the talented Zontan, and the effervescent Otter.

Beware: comments contain spoilers!

Whenever Sweetie Belle stays at her sister's she can bet that Rarity will wake her up for school in the morning.
Today is no different.
Isn't it?

Winner of wishcometrue's first PANIC FICTION contest for the Quills and Sofas Speedwriting Group.
This was originally written in under an hour. This version has received some refinement. A big thanks to Flashgen, Zontan and Syke Jr for editing/help, and all who preread in the contest.
This story has a sequel, Whispers in The Dark, that was written by my friend Shaslan as part of a Quills and Sofas contest

This is a love story.

When Fluttershy went to bed, she was a normal mare. When she woke up, she could see numbers floating over everypony's heads. They were timers, each one counting down to some unknown event. Most ponies had timers that wouldn't end for years, some for many decades. But everypony had different numbers.

So why does Rainbow Dash's timer end in three hours?

Editing provided by TheMaskedFerret and SolidFire.
Cover art by HopefulSparks!
Spanish translation by SPANIARD KIWI!

Twilight Sparkle stops by Carousel Boutique for a perfectly ordinary teatime with Rarity.

Rarity knows it's anything but.

An entry to the Depth in Innocence Contest.

The original draft of this story was an entry for the Quills and Sofas Speedwriting Joy of Youth Contest. The prompt was "The Sound of Distant Thunder". This version has received significant expansion, editing, and refinement during the month of May.

Thanks to Undome Tinwe and Seer for editing.

Cover art by MalineTourmaline.

In the middle of the night, Rarity is awoken by a noise from downstairs.
But it's alright, because all she needs to do is quickly make sure everything's okay. Then she can go back to bed.
Then it'll be over.

Winner of the horror-themed 4^th Koren's Kontest for the My Little Story Contest writing group. Originally this was done in an hour and unedited. This version here has received some slight refinement. The prompt was 'Mirror'.

There is no such thing as a gut feeling, not really. If you suddenly start to feel afraid for no apparent reason, it's very unlikely to be anything serious. But it doesn't make it feel any better does it?

Twilight is up burning the midnight oil again, when suddenly every sense she has tells her that something is terribly wrong. There can't be anything really wrong though, not in reality.
Can there?

A short experiment in atmospheric horror.
Featured in the Royal Canterlot Library on 26/04/19
Now featuring readings by ColonialPone here, and by MrSnarky here.

On Hearth's Warming Eve, Fluttershy has a warm cottage and a friend to keep her company. So why can't she stop staring out the window?

This was written for Akataja as a part of Jinglemas 2020. Their request was a story involving Fluttershy and Big Mac.
For more information about Jinglemas, checkout our group!
Thank you to Red, Ruby and Zontan for prereading and editing help.
Coverart is by D Sharon Pruitt and is licensed under a Creative Commons License