Working at the worlds premier magitech agriculture research facility would surely be a dream come true but soon a nightmare of epic proportions erupts about the many who work there. Seemingly separated from the rest of the world one pony searches for meaning in a desperate struggle to survive. As endless years pass and the truth comes to light, there is no escape. All that remains are these tattered pages chronicling a journey of pain and sacrifice.
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When you've been alone for so long, you start to think. I don't see the world as I used to.

I couldn't save them.....my brother made me not to.....as I bash onto my bubble prison I scream for her to stop.....but she didn't......you know what she said after she killed everything i knew?

Monster.....all of your kind are monsters...

And after years of those words I held that grudge monster you say Celestia?

You are the monster my dear

We have all lost something or someone special in our lives. Some move on faster than others, and some never move on, as their life comes to a stand still. Could you smile at such loss, and continue smiling through your life, knowing that the special someone was gone forever?

First attempt at sad fic.

Inspired by cover pic.

Also inspired by the song 'The Crow and The Butterfly' by Shinedown.

Life is hard, especially for a certain yellow pegasus. Torn and depressed, Fluttershy had just about given up on life. But with a second chance, and the help of an unexpected friend, can she learn what it truly means to be happy?

Follow-up to "The Things We Leave Behind"

After years and years of hard work, Rainbow Dash has finally achieved her life's goal: becoming a member of the Wonderbolts. But when things don't go entirely as planned in her first Wonderbolts Derby, a promise from her past drives Rainbow Dash to tears. Will Rainbow Dash be able to overcome what she calls her only fear with the help of friends both old and new, or will the pressure simply be too much?

Title inspired by the song by SoGreatandPowerful.

Thanks to all of my proofreaders! You know who you are.

A grown-up Spike looks back on his life and on those who are no longer with him as the anniversary of a dear friend's death rolls around. Will he be able to deal with his grief and put the past behind him? Or will he need the help of someone even older?

A kind of follow-up to my featured fic "My Little Assistant"

"Do you know what a mayfly is, Twilight?"

It's been six years since Spike met Rarity, and nothing's changed.

Nothing he knows about, anyway.

(Notes under the 'more')

This is a story in which I just don't even bother with passing the Bechdel Test.

(I know, I wrote another story with a character crying in the cover image. Someday I'll write something happy! I promise. Someday.

Also, I'm pretty sure I read a story like this once. If it turns out I accidentally rewrote a near copy, I'm sure someone will point it out to me, and I'll wipe this mess. I can't really go looking for what I read, though, it was from months back.)