The forest was his new home.

From what he saw, he didn't belong in the town outside of his forest, but he also knew he didn't belong inside of it. His new hole filled legs and black body seemed to make sure he didn't fit in anywhere.

He had planned on trying to figure out what had happened to him without drawing attention, but when he saves three fillies from danger, he knew that his time to think about it was almost up.

The ponies would want answers.

He had none.

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Cover art done by the incredibly talented Mix-up! His DA is here.

It is afternoon in Ponyville, but it is not yet Twilight time.

As Ponyville prepares for the Summer Sun Celebration, a young colt runs errands. There is much to do before the darkness comes.

This is an independent story, with no connections to anything.

There exists in any given location either an inn or bar where the locals meet at the end of a long work day and trade drinks and stories. By the ancient laws of happenstance, the same must be true for areas where the permanent population is exactly one. Now, most would assume it would default to those creatures preferred drinking area in their own house. These people have never been to the only truly lonely place in Equestria. On the border of the unending sea and the badlands there sits an Inn, with a strange bartender. If one comes seeking riches or fame, he will gladly kick you out, stating the only riches here are booze and misery. But if you come for a strong drink and an ear to listen to your problems, then you have found your home.

Rocking the featured box again. Can I get a hoorah? 2/12/19 for those curious.

Caught in a routine and feeling like she's going nowhere fast, Roseluck longs for something more.

There are very few library oak trees remaining in Equestria, and likewise only one remaining elderly Oakleaf to care for and tend the vanishing species.  When the Ponyville library is destroyed by Tirek’s rampage, the last of the Oakleafs is called to attempt the impossible. He must try to bring life back to the dead with what little life he has left himself.

It is an impossible task.  However, this is Ponyville, where the impossible happens every day.

Editors: Irrespective, Pascoite
Winner of the Everfree NorthWest Scribblefest 2018 Applejack Award
Picture credit: Favoriteartman] at Deviant Art
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Sometimes desperate times call for desperate measures, and Finals Week at the University was about as desperate a time as Raindolph had ever experienced in his long and hard-fought battle to become a mage and master his erratic powers. With a long series of failing grades and broken lab equipment behind him, Raindolph is willing to risk it all to complete an impossible task and graduate, even if it is last in his class.

All he needs to complete his project is three tail hairs from an adult unicorn.

No problem.

Well…

Placed 24th in the Writeoff.me short with the prompt ‘The Morning After’. This is the expanded version before it was cut/chopped/mangled down to size for the competition, so it has a few more details than the entry.

And no, it’s not a Harry Potter crossover. Honest. Would I lie to you? More of an AugieDog Cluny the Squirrel Mage fanfic. Enjoy.

P.S. See, I told you I’d write a HiE fic someday, even if it is a short. Oh, the the picture is a TV remote control. Seriously, I've got to get one.

Out for a pleasant walk through the woods, Princess Celestia takes a break from dealing with Earth politics and finds herself exiting next to a long, black road. As it just so happens, a native comes by and hits her with roughly two tons of steel, plastic, and glass.

Luckily, the vehicle's occupant carries lots of napkins and bandages.

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Now translated into Chinese thanks to Nova Twinkle!
Now translated into Spanish thanks to SPANIARD KIWI!

This story is based on true events. Written for my good friend, Admiral Biscuit, as a commission/payment for a set of rear wheel bearing puller heads for a slide hammer. He also pre-read and edited it, because that's how he rolls.

Box of Shame second position 12/25. Bah humbug.

Banishment by the power of the two sisters was supposed to be an agonizing experience. No ordinary mortal mind should have lingered on as the years passed. Anypony should have succumbed to the extraphysical nature of the kind of prison Sombra found himself in and found themselves reduced to pure instinct.

Sombra was no ordinary mortal, and he had all time he would need to plan revenge.

Only eternity awaits him.

An older piece I had lying around and now polished and prodded into being a standalone story and a sort-of side tale to Spare Him His Life. Preread into being a thing by the great Cynewulf. Contribute to the TVTropes page!

It's December 24: Hearthswarming Eve. While most ponies are doing some last-minute shopping, or trying to get that last bit of work done before a glorious week off, the homeless of Manehattan are all scheming up ways to avoid the annual post-New Year's blizzard. Some will head south to warmer climates. Some will rely on the kindness of others. But Lima Bean?

Lima Bean has a foolproof plan all her own.

(Cover art done by the always amazing TJ Pones! If you don't follow him, you should!)

(Inspired by The Cop and the Anthem by William Porter, with additional inspiration derived from Red Skelton's portrayal.)

Featured on December 15, 2018! Many thanks to those of you who read it to give me my first feature!

This story is a sequel to The Midas Boop

There are many things Kepler was known for: mathematician, astronomer, and a great man. Calm, however, was not one of them. Especially when his life's work decided to do a barrel roll.

There are many things Celestia was known for: calm, regal, and caring. Also, for the few close to her, mischievous. Kepler was not one of them.

Any kind of criticism sophisticated, highly intellectual insults are welcome.