My name is Princess Mi Amore Cadenza, and I am a terrible pony.
I didn't mean to be. I never meant to be. But I am.

Written for the I'm the Villain of the Story contest.

Nothing ever stands the test of time. In the end, it's just a matter of when will all things come to pass

A/N: Welcome to the world of writing in the small hours of the morning. It's a nice place no?
Anyway, the usual goes, if you hate this fic to the depths of hell or something, comment on why you hate it so, and I will either take your points into account, and use them to help me become a better writer, or I might ignore you completely.

It's a 50:50 situation... give or take.

Not everyone is born evil. Evil is something that is created and matured over time. You have all heard the legend of Sombra, the evil unicorn king, correct? You all know what he had done to the crystal empire? He had cast a shadow over the entire city, hiding it in the darkness for thousands of years. However, this brings to question, where did he get that power though? No living pony could ever acquire such power.

Warning: This story is dark and contains child abuse. If you don't like that, then please stay far away from this story.

A collaboration between myself and the amazing TheExhaustedBrony. Seriously. This guy is awesome; please go check him out and let him know if you like it. This is my sixth story written as a part of the One-shotober challenge.

It's been a long time since the talent show, and Sweetie Belle has forgotten all about the bolt of fabric she abused and insulted that day.

But the fabric did not forget, and the fabric did not forgive.

Pinkie is your typical, happy-go-lucky pony. I mean, being happy and making others happy is her special talent! But every day, something always nags at the back of her mind; something that Pinkie can't place. Something that can change everything.

Inspired by the song Best Day of My Life by American Authors (Don't ask why, it's a LONG story!). Special thanks to my pre-readers and editors CogWing and Friend!

One night in Canterlot, a writer finished his very sad book.

Only one week later, 1/6th of the Equestrian population was dead.

The Midnight Game: This 'activity' starts by summoning a demon, called The Midnight Stallion, and allowing him into your home. In order to keep this demon at bay, you must carry a lit candlestick to light the darkness of the house. Your only task in this game is to survive the night from 12:00 AM until the Midnight Stallion leaves at 3:33 AM. Besides your candle, the only other item you can use is salt, where in an emergency, you may make a salt circle around yourself to keep the demon at bay.

Rules
-You must stay inside the house, and no other lights can be on except for your own candle.
-You must keep moving. Otherwise, the Midnight Stallion will be able to find you easily, and will snuff out your light.
-If your candle goes out, you have ten seconds to relight it. Any later, and you will fall prey to this demon.
-If you exceed ten seconds while attempting to relight your candle, then you must retreat into a salt circle to protect yourself from the demon. Failure to do so will result in your fate falling into the hooves of the Midnight Stallion.
-If you retreat to the salt circle, or if the Midnight Stallion catches you without the candle's light, then you lose the Midnight Game.

Applebloom, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo decide they want to play the game inside Carousel Boutique. They see no wrong in it, but like most pagan rituals... Almost everything is wrong with it.

Rated Teen for horror content.... Like actual, 'crap your pants in a dark room' content.

"There will come a day,
When the omen hangs above,
And shadows veil the way..."

Everything was just fine in Equestria. That is, until that day came about. The day when the Red Moon rose, and when everything else began to fall. That day, and the days that followed, would put pen to paper on one of the darkest chapters in Equestrian history.

But, is the true enemy the one that hangs in the heavens above... or is it the one that we must face inside each of us?

For several years, Fluttershy has been walking a path through the forest. A path that leads down, deep, into the darkness. A path that leads her to face what she fears most.

A short, dark tale written for One-Shotober.

Note: This story is currently undergoing rewrites. A blog will be posted later describing some of these changes.

As I wake up, my head aches and my throat burns. Where am I? How did I get here?

Blurry memories of pain and suffering fade in and out as I try to identify my surroundings. There is a vague familiarity to the place but I don't know why.

I begin to ask myself many things. What am I doing here? Where is "here"? Why can't I remember anything? Why can I not even remember my name?

All the same, I can only manage to recall but a few precious memories. Something is very wrong with this place. And my friends—friends whose names I do not even remember—are in terrible danger. Something very bad has happened to this place and everypony in it. My body becomes cold and I am denied every other thought except for one:

I must escape.

An adaptation of Amnesia: The Dark Descent in the world of MLP:FiM. Formerly titled "Amnesia: The Equine's Shadow"; name was changed, but is not final. Rewrites are in-progress.

Reading by CrazedRambling (very outdated): I / II / III / IV / V / VI