There was only one explanation. For all of it. All of the strange, erratic behavior. Her irrational fear of the sun. Her nocturnal habits of locking herself in in the dark and closing all the blinds. Wearing her sunglasses everywhere, even inside! It was time to invest in some silver, garlic, and a wooden stake.

This story is a sequel to Nyctophobia

Sequel to 'Nyctophobia'. You asked, I delivered.

Skeleton Grin's finally found the love she's wanted in her foalhood crush and longtime desire Soarin. It's been quite some time since they first met that fateful night in the gardens of Canterlot in light of the Grand Galloping Gala and the pair have not only been married, but have had three fillies.

In a tale of sorrow, abandonment and heart wrenching loss, Skeleton Grin tells her side of the story from start to finish, from where she grew up to how she got her impressive collection of scars that litter her body surprising not only her children, but her love Soarin as well. Will her daughters ever see their patient, ever gentle mother the same again? And will Soarin's perceptions of this mare that he loves so much change for the better or for worse?

Here begins the tale of the ghosts of Skeleton's Past.

Soarin. A household name across Equestria. One of the fabled Wonderbolts, Soarin has no shortage of fans, of both the male and female variety, not to mention those that supposedly love him. But there's something different about this one, about these letters. For one thing, they're not in envelopes and, let's get real, who sends scrolls anymore?

In a tale where Anonymity is considered everything by the young, lovestruck mare, will she ever be able to reveal herself to him in time to court him properly? Does she even stand a chance? What is she hiding that is so important that she cannot reveal herself? Will the author ever stop asking these stupid questions?

Canon to the Demonheart Sub-verse. Not an official part of the storyline, occurs after "Pyrophobia."
Sequel can be found here:
http://www.fimfiction.net/story/42725/Ghosts-of-Skeleton%27s-Past

[2nd Person Perspective]

"Look out for number one."

That was the way of life back in Clopton. A city where survival was a daily battle.

Having made a few too many enemies, you move to Ponyville with only a bag of bits, the tools of your trade, and a couple jackets to cover the scars you've accumulated in the past. You don't trust anypony as far as you can throw them, but can you mesh well enough into the little country town to support yourself?

It'd probably be easier without that colorful maned pegasus bothering you.

[2nd-Person Fic starring you and Applejack]

With a history of theft and deception behind you, you make the best for yourself through possessions belonging to others. Or, rather, the possessions that once belonged to others. With no need for a steady line of work, you keep yourself afloat through your occupation as a master thief.

But when a heist goes awry, you're left at the mercy of a simple apple farmer...

Author's Note: Alrighty! Here's a new one!

Uh...I really don't know what to say here. Compared to Rejuvenate, I planned this one out WAY more, so hopefully you won't find it as sloppy.

Won't be incredibly saucy. At the most, I'm predicting this one to be about the [Tender] rating.

Enjoy, folks!

Artwork by Graffston of dA.

Probably the best story you will ever read. Twilight and the gang engage in an activity at a place at an unspecified time. Some form of emotions and actions ensue and the activity ends at a time that is different from the one where the activity started. Scratch that, definitely the best story you will ever read.

For all you lazy people:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CgYqJ8KhTxg

Fluttershy gets more than she asked for when she visits the Library and hears moaning from behind the door. Concerned that Twilight may have developed a problem, Rarity and Rainbow Dash go and investigate.

It's been so many years, sweetie. You've grown so very much, learned so very much, excelled at so very much. You've met a lot of extremely wonderful ponies, all outgoing and pure at the heart, where it truly counts. The camaraderie between you and your friends has made you strong, has made you a better pony, has made you so very remarkable. I'm very proud of you. I've always been proud of you. I will never stop.

So where has the time gone? Seems like just yesterday I was feeding you... but time moves so swiftly, so restlessly. Time is a burden that we all share. I'm sure that you don't remember me, but I certainly remember you. And I love you. I do, dear. I love you.

Your mother loves you, Rainbow Dash...

So if I may, I'd like to make one last shot in the dark here. I want to prove my love to you, because you probably don't believe it exists. Here it is. My proof.

And in order for it to work... I have to start at day one...

(picture courtesy of the faaaaaaan-tastic bookplayer. Also, now edited by the awesome-o Future!)

Pinkie Pie invites her friends over with the promise of one of the greatest meals of all time. When they get there, however, it is revealed that Pinkie is not the one that is cooking, but rather two tall creatures who occasionally squawk like birds.
And they're about to permanently change the friendship game.
Wachu know about love and tolerance, hater?

Humans.

Truth or myth? Ancient lost civilization or just an old pony's tale?

No pony has ever seen one, and most haven't even heard of them. But Lyra knows that these wonderful creatures are more than just old legends, and she's going to find out... and possibly drive her roommate insane in the process.