Twilight and her orphaned niece are starting a new life in a new town, as far from Flurry Heart's monster of a grandfather as they can get. But as far as you might run, you can't run away from you. Especially when magic's involved.
A dance for the ages brought them together. Now, with his rose so close, yet so far away, a stallion reflects on what was - and what could be again. Possibly.
Tempest Shadow should be languishing in a prison cell, waiting for her punishment. Instead Twilight asks if she’d like to sleep with her- just for the night. This friendship thing might be more confusing than she thought.
On the eve of the Day of Reaping, the start of the Equestrian Harvest, it is traditional that a legend be told over supper: the legend of how the traditions surrounding the Day of Reaping came to be. It is a story of love, ambition, and vengeance.
There is a hidden village deep within the untamed forest surrounding Neighagara Falls. Should one ever journey to this village, the changelings who live there will welcome them for a simple price: love.
Young Flurry Heart has no interest at all in being a prim and proper princess, and would much rather have wild and dangerous adventures like her Aunt Twilight.
Rainbow Dash naps a lot. Every day, several times a day, she can be found sleeping on clouds, or in trees, or even, very rarely, in her own bed at her house. And she always seems to have so much free time. Does she ever do any work?
Sass, science, and surviving basic! That seems like the perfect formula for a pegasus professor out of her element, a gruff captain 1,000 years from home, and a clever princess who has probably read too many romance novels. There are pancakes, too!
I used to be a human girl named Rachel. Now some self-appointed "Spirit of Chaos" (who surely has an ulterior motive) decided to "rescue" me from my fate and give me a second chance. Yeah, being a pastel pony in an insane world is SO much better.
A spell is cast, a long-held dream is realized, and for one night, Twilight will rise to touch the stars as only a pegasus can. Tonight, she will know what it truly means to make the sky her own.
We rely on planes to take us places, but what if they didn't exist? More importantly, what if we didn't need them? What would it be like to fly on our own? (An EFNW contest entry)
As Marecelona springs to life under the night sky, a mare in a red coat slips through the crowds, searching for the source of a beat that only she can hear.
Created by delicate-danger
