Dear Princess Celestia,

So I woke up this morning and - GASP - I am you! What is going on!?

WHAT HAPPENED!?

I AM FREAKED OUT!

Your loyal subject,
Pinkie Pie

P.S. Oh wait, I am sending a letter to myself! Silly me!

P.P.S. PRINCESS CELESTIA, WHERE ARE YOU!?

P.P.P.S. WHAT DO I DO!?

A normal day was all it took.
A simple failed prototype, a missed experiment.
There was an explosion, and I woke up. I don't really know what happened between those two events, but I'm fairly certain I shouldn't have awoken in a small, dark box.

I'm scared.

Cover art by the amazing Avatar of Madness!

Luna, Commissar of the Night, meets Luna-2, the sexy socialist soviet space probe that landed on the moon in 1959. What will happen in this exciting communistastical adventure?

Sponsored by Kack RED DETECTOR™.

Don't like it? Tell me why! I appreciate critiques.

An English knight married a kindly woman, touched in the head, who thought she was an alicorn. She was right.

Then one day Cecilia disappeared.

He knew that Cecilia vanished into the side of the statue, the same place she lamented the 'mirror closing' two and a half years ago. He threw a rock at it... and it vanished. It was true. He had to find her.

He didn't care about Cecilia's madness, about this 'Equestria' or her obsession with ponies. He loved her. He loved her enough to walk into Hell itself. He would bring her back, no matter what.

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Non-canon chapters 8-12

Edited by: John Hood, OkemosBrony, Legion222 & Katherine Kerensky (Chapters 1-12)
Guest Editor: refferree

Roseluck loves flowers. As do her friends, of course. The fragility and beauty of such things, though, can mean so much more than by mere appearances. What does a rose have to do with life itself? What difference does it make, if some flowers are lovely, and the others drab?

A short, non-specific story that was originally written for One-Shotober.

Luna and Celestia hold a slumber party to celebrate Luna's return from the moon.

Young Mia is determined to run with wild horses and nothing is going to stop her. Not her mother. Not even a pony with stars in her mane, come to take her away on an adventure...

An attempt at writing something for children + 3rd place winner of The Most Dangerous Game! Cover art by myself.

The first thing Time could remember was his brother, Disregard. Because Disregard couldn't remember anything before Time and Time had no recollection of what things were like before then, they came to the conclusion that Disregard must have been the oldest. They were both satisfied with this, and then they left to go and watch the world grow.

As things progressed, they became distanced, but they still try to keep in touch. Sometimes, they wonder what it'd be like if they weren't themselves.

Originally written for Obselescence's The Most Dangerous Game writing contest.

What a foolish man to come here and reach so high.

You thought to love even the sun and that she might, somehow, come to love you. As if she could ever love some sad, misshapen thing.

And you changed yourself, so utterly, so horribly. A useless, broken mockery of what she was.

And now? Now all you have are your memories.

*****

Wrote this for the Most Dangerous Game Contest.

Dinky has grown up enough to stay home by herself while her mother Derpy is out making deliveries. But Dinky isn't so happy about this when a major storm rolls in from the Everfree Forest and her mother doesn't come home that night.