Foreword:

If you have found this book, then I urge you to return it to where you have found it.

When I began writing this journal I thought this information valuable and even as I progressed I thought it necessary for the survival of my tribe. It wasn't until much later that I understood that what I have learned is priceless.

These secrets are not mine to share and they are not yours to learn.

Inside of these pages you will find the musings of a young fool and the language and history of two truly unique ponies. It is not history that I wish to be forgotten, but it must be hidden.

Again, I urge you, return this to its place.

-Starswirl The Bearded

Written in collaboration with my friend Lion

DISCLAIMER: This is an experimental story meant to teach the absolute basics of a constructed language.

A companion piece to Babel and set in my Scorchedquestria universe. Not required reading as this story can stand on its own.

The world ended.

That, at least, is what it sounded like. Screaming, howling, and then deathly silence.

A month later, Cheerilee and Scootaloo emerge from their shelter in search of food. As they search among the dead bodies of their friends, only one question comes to mind:

Where are the unicorns?

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Written for the Quills and Sofas Cheerilee contest.

Featured on May 18th, 2021!

There are only a few things worse than being a third wheel. One is being a fifth wheel. The other, which might be unique to Rarity's situation, is getting to see her own alternate universe counterpart having more luck with love than she ever had. Still, a vacation might help her get over her recent slump. A vacation... to Knife Edge Makeout Point!

A commission for Spamotron, and a lot of fun to write. Great person to write for, only positive things to say. The cover art is a minor edit from Bing's new Art AI.

DM me if you'd like your own commission!

In a version of Equestria where towers of steel and glass stretch for the sky, ponies spend their days in cubicle mazes and staring at screens, and corporations and capitalism rule like the invisible hoof of gods from ancient stories.

Ridge Racer is running. A strange mare is pulling her along, and they're being hunted. Will they survive Nightmare Night when real monsters are after them?

An entry for the 2023 Cyberpunk Equestria Nightmare Night Contest

There's an old story told to foals about a train that goes to every place in the universe that ponies can imagine, and even more places that they can't imagine. It's a train that arrives only once a lifetime. It's a train that picks up lost souls and carries them to other realms.

Those stories say that if a pony rides it all the way to the final stop, they learn the secret that all alicorns know.

Inspired by Galaxy Express 999. Updated irregularly.

Manehattan is such a big place for such little ponies. High rises and concrete make for quite an uninviting, if alluring vista. With so many homes, offices, and shops squished close and stacked high, naturally it's going to get claustrophobic and stuffy; especially so during the summer, where the concrete jungle truly lives up to the moniker. Thankfully, there's one mare on a mission to provide a brand-new, life-saving commodity: air conditioning!

Airflow, the air mare extraordinaire, steps up to rescue ponies everywhere from Celestia's blistering sun (as all batponies should strive for). Join her and her acquaintances as she brings forth the dawn of a new age in home comfort! She'll soon learn however, that not everypony is so appreciative of her rising success...

Cover art was a commission of Airflow by the exceptional Cosmalumi!

Featured 05/23/2023! Thank you!

Old things die to make room for the new. That is the way of the world. But me? I watch the world grow old.

Thanks to RoMS and ROBCakeran53 for editing.

Cover art is by me. Pencil, india ink, and watercolor on paper.

Current description is outdated and horrible. Thank you for your patience while I figure out one that actually does this story justice.

Note: I think this story works better if read without the long synopsis. The sex and gore tag refers to light content of both. Think summer-blockbuster.

The story is a HIE with post-cyberpunk in the mix, and most of the human main characters are full-body cyborgs meant to look like MLP:FIM characters. If this is enough to grab your interest, then please skip the below text.

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It is the year 2310 and trans-humanism is within the grasp of anybody that cares for it...

The public responded with "Eww..."

Even so, life and technology marches on.

Such as in the Pheidippides, humanities first try at a manned starship with a range outside our solar-system.

But not all see it as a glorious day. The Ludz, a neo-luddite terrorist group is howling for blood...

And that was before Captain Gregory starts recruiting heavily among the transhuman community.

The response, sabotage of the experimental engines.

Now, stuck in orbit above a world that shouldn't exist, in a ship that barely is holding together and most of his crew dead or wounded...

How exactly do you perform first contact... when your experts looks like bad imitations of the heroes of the land?

The other character tag refers to: Shining Armor, Cadance, Luna and Celestia.

Edited by the talented AppleTank and formerly edited by Razzle Dazzle. Go show your appreciation by checking out their stuff if you have a moment.

Cover by AppleTank. His DeviantArt page may be found here.

When confronted by certain mortality, when you realize that your lifetime is measured in days,
When Destiny itself foretells your impending death ...

You tell to the world that your death is not the same as your end.

And Never. Stop. Moving.

Notes: Story starts roughly 1129 years before the show, and somewhat anachronistic in the beginning. Other characters may be added in when required.
Inspired by "Lord of Dorkness" and his vision of a trans-humanist future.
Inspired by my annoyance at how 90% of all Liches appear to be assholes.
HIATUS: My first criticism inspired me to fix the utterly jumbled mess that is the first arc, because it was written with no effort to continuity, and the assumption that nobody would read it. There's a lot of new stuff that needs to be added to bridge the gaping holes everywhere, but it ain't dead. Not until I die, anyways.

Arc 1: The Gathering of the Dead (1 - 25)
Arc 2: The March of the Dead (26 - 34)

Tags: Necromancy, Transhumanism, Lich, Cyborgs

Five years ago, a disaster left low-Equus orbits swamped with orbital debris. The husks of dead ships careened through the aether, threatening any that might try to leave the planet. But now, it’s under control. Debris trawlers roam the skies, picking up those husks and carefully gathering smaller shards. Thanks to their efforts, bit by bit, space is becoming usable again.

Mesonox is a newbie on one of those trawling crews, recently hired to fly on DT Heavenly View. She’s aced the sims. She knows her ships. She knows her tools. She knows her techniques. And her crew just got assigned to grab a typical wreck. It’s a straightforward job: clean up the small debris, get the large debris under control to haul back to the scrapyard. The perfect task for a rookie like her.

Time to get to work.