Confidence.

What is confidence?

It can take many forms. A knowing smile, acknowledging your own presence in the room. An eager strut as you show off your latest creation. A dash of arrogance, on occasion; perhaps not the best outlet, but when you do something incredible you do deserve a little acknowledgement.

But the most important question: How does one inspire confidence? Maintain it? Nurture it?

Well... that's my job.

(Cover by DT.)

Colgate wakes up one one night to find a minotaur in her refrigerator.

It’s so dark in here. I can’t feel, I can’t move, I can’t control what I’m doing, yet I’m still here. Every weekend I see them come in, little fillies and colts. They laugh, they cheer, and they scream my name over and over.

But it’s not my name. I was never like this before. I was with them, at this restaurant. Then he came…and he took me and a few others away into the dark. That was it.

If they can hear me, the real me, then I beg of them to save me and the others. We’re trapped here.

Mommy…? Daddy…? Celestia…? Somepony wake me up from this nightmare.

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Big thanks to DerpyMuffin7 for offering the concept of this one-shot story.

Here's the sequel: My Name Is Springtrap

(Special thanks to Jessy and Adequality on Deviantart for letting me use the cover art which is a cropped picture of a larger item.)

You've been best friends with DJ Pon-3, also known as Vinyl Scratch, for almost a year now. You've always helped her out at her concerts and got a backstage pass in return from her.

Though she's always worn those purple shades of hers, never revealing her eyes to you. So you can't tell what she's thinking or if she's even staring at you.

But today you're gonna change that by taking her shades off of her face when you go over to her house. Shouldn't be that hard for a unicorn like you......right?

(Rated T for teens due to light swearing and a rather suggestive scene or two.)

Aryanne, Ponyville's resident Nazi sympathizer, unicorn supremacist, and self-hating earth pony, gets asked to be the substitute teacher for Ms. Cheerilee's class when the latter pony falls ill one morning. During a lecture about the finer points of eugenics, Ayranne discovers that the ponies of Ponyville aren't quite as excited about the Final Solution as she is.

As with most of my stories, you have the Seattle's Angels skype group to thank for this one.

You may have heard of the Rainbow Factory and the infamous Pegasus Device, about the history of the factory. But what about the origins of the machine itself? How did it come to be the very symbol of the Rainbow Factory?

This is only an interpetation of the story; all credit and insperation goes to Aurora Dawn's original masterpeice.

Pinkamina may have been a guilt-free killer for some time, but the funny thing about death is that it's permanent. Those you kill will never be around again, will never see the light of day once more, will never share another smile with you. Now, thanks to her, Rainbow Dash, along with many others, are among those numbers. As this reality begins to settle in, she regrets her actions more and more. We are here, not to see her suffer against her own thoughts, but to see the moment in which she was finally freed of her torment, the moment she finds the answer to her sorrows.

College sucks. At least, you think so.

You don't care what anyone says. College is basically an adult kindergarten, one where depressed teachers try to uphold some semblance of order in their classes full of drunk, disorderly, or just plain stupid students (and you use the term 'students' extremely loosely) that are only there because their rich parents want their brain-dead children to have some sort of higher education. Either that or sports scholarships. Goddamn sports scholarships.

When your best friend leaves for greener pastures over in Equestria, you start dreading who will take his place as your roommate. Naturally, it happens to be an Equestrian that takes his place—and you're put in charge of making sure she feels at home.

Second-person perspective. Contains anthropomorphic ponies.

A short story that I will add to when I'm not working on more important stories. Enjoy it for what it is, and try not to look to deep into it.

Some things shouldn't exist, and some things shouldn't happen. It's up to The Canon Squad to make sure Equestria stays devoid of red and black alicorns, humans, and relationships involving a few select mares. The task rarely proves to be easy, but sometimes it can be entertaining.

Coverart by Elric of Melnipony
Chapter One reading by Scribbler

(And be sure to check out my Generic Trilogy...or at least the first two.)

Lashona is one fine sassy woman living the dream. No debt, no kids, no husband, she's got it all. Due to forces beyond her control, she finds herself in Equestria.

And she isn't having any of it.

Nuh uh. No way, no how.

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