(BIG Important Author's Note: As of 5/30/15, the rewritten version has been posted. This is pretty much a new fic with the same premise and characters.)

It was supposed to be a mission of peace, a symbol of political unity. It was supposed to prove that a pony-griffon alliance was possible, that the two races could overcome their biologically-programmed notions of 'predator' and 'prey.' The Verdant Song could have been the end of their Cold War.

Whether by intentional sabotage or negligent miscalculation, the ship now limps through space, billions of kilometers from its destination. Without any hope of rescue or contact, the natural order of species prevails.

Some defy their instinct. They attempt to salvage what is left, avoid the merciless hunters, and bring the Verdant Song home.

If they succeed in reaching Equus, they can save the surviving colonists — but along with the colonists, they would bring home a ship full of irrefutable proof that griffons are carnivores and ponies are prey.

The monster came from the Everfree, walking on two legs and using those horrible fingers to dominate the minds of everypony that stands in its way.

Just a silly stupid thing that I thought up and decided to share.
I am seriously amazed by the response I've gotten. Thank you all for giving it much more positive attention than it deserves.

What's a letter doing on your bed? I'm sure that's your question. Well, read it and find out.

Cover art by the majestic PhiliChez.

So, Apple Jack, The Element Of "Honesty", is dead know; and this is a story about how Apple Bloom, Her little sister who loves Apple Jack so much, is going to deal with it.

Stop me me if you heard this one: I have been sent to Canterlot High on a personal quest. Now... Wait. Isn't this supposed to be the Nightmare Night Special? Why is my Nightmare Night Special stuck in Equestria Girls? That's not scary! Wouldn't it be better if I was in... You know what? I'm okay with this. At least that doesn't mean some demonic, evil entity wants me to be her slave... Oh yeah, that's right. Sunset Shimmer.

Anyways, my name is Woundsalt.

Thanks to Spirit Shift for this lovely little cover.

And for those you don't know... You better hip to the jive.

Rainbow Dash has been doing her usual thing, going to school, going to her apartment, going to sleep. When she goes to a Pinkie and Cheese party something happens that surprises her.

During her morning routine of surprising her friends, Pinkie Pie happens to spot a mysterious box that seems to move whenever she's not looking. To a pony so thoroughly grounded in reality as Pinkie Pie, it's unthinkable that a box could move on its own, so she decides to put on her deerstalker hat and investigate.

This is all Seattle's Angels' fault. Those guys are the worst.

Discord still feels guilty over his betrayal. He vowed to make it up to Fluttershy no matter what it takes in order to save their friendship. However he quickly discovers his heart has different plans when it comes to his darling Fluttershy. What happens when friendship starts to melt away to be replaced with something deeper? Will he prove himself to this sweet mare or will chaos win?

Cover art by Fluttercord http://www.fimfiction.net/user/Fluttercord

Thank you so much I appreciate you making this for me!

WWE Superstar John Cena has the good life in his wrestling career, as he has helped the company in various aspects such as popularity, social activity and most importantly in merchandising, the main reason he never "turns heel". However, when he meets a fan who happens to be a pegasus on one odd night, he has to rely on some help, and it goes horribly wrong.

Contains a bit of blood, so the gore tag is added in case. Also, Rainbow Dash.

In all honesty, this fanfiction was written in mid-2013, so you may see a few former WWE superstars in it. As a result, it's a bit outdated (especially because of the fad that WWE was kinda pushing for a couple months).

“Some birds are not meant to be caged, that's all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed them they somehow fly out past you. And the part of you that knows it was wrong to imprison them in the first place rejoices, but still, the place where you live is that much more drab and empty for their departure.” -Stephen King

It began on such a great day, until I received a letter a few years late of my old friend's death...if I had knew back then what she was going through...would she still be here?