Nopony was there to help her. She’d taken the shift alone, despite all the rumors. She’d dismissed them as pure nonsense – and now she was to pay for it with her life...

Before the Power Ponies came along, Maretropolis was a second Tartarus, as one ordinary mare is about to discover. But the more you push, sooner or later, something has to give...

Equestria's history is like a swan on a lake, seemingly graceful motion hiding the furious effort beneath the surface. Whose effort? Twilight is about to find out.

An expanded version of an entry in the June 2015 Writeoff Competition. Prompt: A Matter of Perspective
Rated Teen for death, undeath, and mutation without consent.

Grey walls? Check. Doors that only go in? Check. Inexplicable sewing paraphernalia? Check.

Discord's been through worse. He spent a thousand years trapped in stone. There's no way this little setback is going to get to him.

Still, it would be nice to leave sooner than later. Those walls seem awfully close. What would Twilight Sparkle do?

8th place finalist in the January 2015 writeoff, "All In". Cover art by TexasUberAlles!

Full Title, Because Meeester Says My Titles are too Long: If I Let a Pink Horse With Frighteningly Prehensile Hair Borrow My Tablet For an Hour and She Writes a Story, Does It Violate the Site Rule About Not Sharing Accounts?

Hi, I'm Pinkie Pie. Super is AFK, so we gonna PARTAY! WOO! It's my time to shine, sugar! You know what I'm going to do? I'm gonna write whateeeeeever I feel like! Isn't that wonderful? I think it's wonderful. But not as wonderful as that one time I...

Oops! We're not to the story yet, Pinkie! So yeah, I like to ramble a lot. If I'm not careful, I'll do it right here, RIGHT IN THE STORY DESCRIPTION!

GASP!

Anyway, I'm not going to do that, because rambling is uncool to inflict upon your friends. But "inflict" is a cool word. I talk about cool words in this story. If it can even be called a story. More like a stream of consciousness. My mind is a scaaaaary place.

Yepperonies, I write about stuff here.

You should read it. Read it!

Part of my 750 Words-a-Day Initiative. Even if I don't reach that number every day, I am at least aiming for something and writing more than I would be otherwise. Even if most the writing sucks as a result, I'm just trying to get in the practice of writing more. Maybe eventually I can start to be able to vomit out words that are still decent, like shortskirtsandexplosions. Seriously, that guy inspires me.

Super Trampoline

Dinky Hooves goes out with a flawless plan for Derpy’s Hearth’s Warming gift. She has only to make the perfect pastry present a reality. And along the way, she’ll find an even better one.

My entry for the Secret Santa Jingle-Off.

Cover art by Novel-Idea.

Featured on Equestria Daily!

And now there's a reading on Neighrator Pony's YouTube channel!

Pinkie Pie romps through 19 different categories of short story in search of a satisfactory hayburger. Many thanks to Xaq for making this site so great!

Meeester says I put too many pictures in this story, so HERE'S the unauthorized version with pictures. I think the pictures add to the story. Be sure to like, favorite, comment on, etc. this one, the "official" one though. Sorry about that, but I fought the law and the law won.

Rainbow Dash was just cruising through life, one cupcake at a time. However, after a freak encounter in the kitchens of Sugarcube Corner, the pegasus finds herself faced with something she's never encountered before: love.

However, this is not your average love story. For you see, the object of her affection isn't some handsome stallion with a windswept mane and gorgeous abs. No; her love is a sink.

Now, Rainbow must face the challenges that come with love, all while learning to deal with strange urges, teething children, and dresses.

This fic is also available in French and Italian! Thanks to Bro-Nie and FiMvisible, respectively, for their hard work.

A big thanks to Golden Vision and Pav Feira, my editors! This fic would be even worse without them!

Once upon a time, (if the term even applies) two young ladies, (if that adjective even applies) decided to visit a magical land of Equestria, selected seemingly at random from about a million.

• One of the two is a time traveler deprived of her time machine, the other is an eldritch abomination out of her element.
• One would prefer the world of pastel-colored ponies to stay as it is, and can’t help but alter it. The other one is anxious to see how it can change, and can’t help but maintain it.
• Both believe that this is not their story. But while they disturb the delicate world of ponies, they don’t even notice ponies doing the same to them.
• Sandwiches are involved somehow.

There are many things this story is and some things it isn’t.

It’s not a fix fic, no matter what some of the characters think. It’s written in multiple first person narration, which happened for a pointlessly clever reason, that will eventually become quite obvious. It’s not a crossover, it just comes with an unhealthy amount of backstory. It could be a rational-fic, but since idealistic philosophy is typically not seen as very rational, it’s only a philoso-fic instead. It’s quite meta, in the original definition of metafiction: fiction concerned with fiction as a concept. In any case, it’s either a small monument to overthinking things – I’m trying to reexamine many fanon ideas here – or a digital paperweight, I’m not sure which. It’s quite a bit more subtle than it could be, and everyone talks way too much when they should be having glorious adventures.
I know how it starts, I know how it ends, and most of what happens in between. Readers say it’s a slow burner, but we’ll get there eventually.

Acknowledgements

With special thanks to my editors, Thainen, Shrink Laureate, and MitchH.
Further special thanks to ScarletWeather and Themaskedferret for valuable input.
The artist who made the cover image stubbornly wishes to remain uncredited, but thanks to her anyway.

Ponies have a strange attitude towards technology. They ride railroads and fly chariots. They have advanced hydroelectric power plants and light their homes with fireflies. They plow their fields on muscle power and invent crazy apparatus for squeezing cider out of apples. They use x-ray and parade around with spears. They play dubstep and listen to cello. They have indoor plumbing and grow rocks in fields. They like horse drawn horse-drawn carriages and take color photographs of them to show their foals.

These are the stories of ponies and their schizotech.

A collection of independent short stories united by the common theme of ponies creatively applying their knowledge and friendship to push the boundaries.
I do not expect this to be a regular thing, but this will get added on to in the future.