Not all scars are visible. Fluttershy was the object of countless jokes and taunts aimed at her aerial ineptitude and her close relationship with Rainbow Dash during flight school. Even now, years removed from the fillyhood traumas of her past, Ponyville's resident animal expert feels the effects. She tried to build walls to keep all of the memories at bay, but now those walls are a little too close for comfort.

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.

What happens when someone who doesn't like My Little Pony ends up in their universe and is stuck there? Basically, a lot of freaking out, swearing, and irresponsible things... Who would have guessed?!

Rated Teen for language and sexual themes. Also for Brony Hater language.

I do NOT agree with any of the language references. They are all used in a fictional sense and do NOT portray any mindset of my own.

Also, if anyone has a better cover image... please share! ^^;;

What happens when the mane 5 lose the kindness in their lives? How will they cope with the loss and cruel trick of death as Twilight learns a lesson that goes well beyond the magic of friendship.
(My first fanfiction, so enjoy!) And please read the description before reading and hate commenting me. Thanks!

Scootaloo's mother abuse finally becomes to much for Scootaloo's body to take and she is killed at her mothers own hooves, how will this affect her brother and all of her friends,

[2nd Person Perspective]

Working as a waiter at Canterlot's various social gatherings is a nice job. Especially since you began chatting with the cello player of the usual quartet, Octavia. You've gotten to know a lot about her, but one night there seems to be something on her mind. You offer her a drink to ease her nerves and you bring your glasses together in cheers.

Next thing you know, you wake up in a strange hotel room in a town you've never been to next to a certain gray mare.

Art by John Joseco