The pony has lost his memories. Left to himself, he wanders the streets of Canterlot. Despite his misfortune, he finds his ‘one and only’.

Why worry about amnesia when there is a wedding to go to? It’s not like the forgotten past can haunt.

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Here's what the readers are saying about it:

I saw it as an allegory about how a desire to seek love clashes with itself. Those who seek love never stop doing so, and they hurt themselves and the people they love by doing it in the first place. It tells me that staying away from romance is the safe bet, and I approve. ~ Snakeskin Ducttape

Twilight Sparkle has always been frustrated with Discord. His ability to do anything, with no more effort than a snap of his claw. It shouldn't be possible. His power had to come from somewhere.
Then, one day, Twilight lets slip how she feels. Surprisingly Discord agrees to explain it to her. To give her the secret to all of his powers. If she's willing to pay the price that knowing it all will bring.

After sleeping in on her day off, Berry Punch goes to the store.

Time passes quickly in a beautiful world, and Twilight Sparkle knows it all too well: the sun is warm, the skies are bright, and Ponyville a richness of wonder and opportunity. The friends, the roads, the food and drink are all in their place, little dramas come and go, and her reports to Celestia proceed apace.

It’s imperfect perfection, and all things proceed exactly as usual until exactly the moment they don’t anymore.

With special thanks to my pre-readers: Luna Farrowe, Thornquill, and Sunicathorsis.

Featured, to my surprise.

A Kirin remembers the Joy, Happiness, and Love that the Stream of Silence has robbed from them. They cannot even bring themselves to touch or hug the one they hold dearest in their heart. How has this cooling of their emotions truly affected them?

Editor: Mr Numbers

Artwork: Screencap from Season 8 Ep 23

Everypony likes a nice cold treat on a hot day. Even the ice cream mare.

One shot based on a horror story I read in a 1970s Omni magazine. It says something about it's effectiveness.

Reviewed by Seattle's Angels - right at the bottom.

Live reading here.

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J̷̛̱̯͎̯̙͔̞͉̯̉̏̑͑̄̋̎̒͂͒͘ ̸̧͈͓̯̦̩̟̪̞̠̦̍͌̉̓͂͋̉͛̋͒͂̃̎͜͠Û̵̯̪̪͎̹̝͙͎̻͕̭̘̂̔͒́͜ ̴̯̠͕̩͖̘̲̗̟̣̬̞̅́̐͜S̵̡͓̮͎͕̰̟̺̭̤̀̉̀͜ ̷̨̨̨̹̠̘͎͕̙̼̌͌̑̏̌̎͑́̑T̷̠̝͓̟̤̔ ̷̨̺͖̳͓̙͖͍͓̺̝̲̹̼̏͋̔̎̋̂̊ ̷̛̺̜̳͎̬̭̠͙̤͓̫̎̅̾͊̊͊͛̌ͅC̴̡̭̤̯͓͍̱͓̬̗̱͚̈́͆͒̅͒́̅́͛̇̄̈́̎̒ ̸͖͖̖̥̞͐̿͂̅̌́̒͒͌̏͂͝Ơ̶͖̻͉̣̏̑́͋̏̾̀ ̷̛̭̙̊͛͂̈́̅͑̒̕̚͠Z̵̢̮̞̦̙̈́͆̄̀͗͆̌́̈̒͠ ̶̧̛̜̹̪̲̪͖͈̊͂̄̅̾̌̕ͅͅY̴̧̘̔́

(This is a work of fiction and is not directed at any real person, living or dead. This story is not suitable for children or those who are easily disturbed.)

Do you want to hear a scary story?

You do? Oh…well…okay. You’re the first pony I asked who didn’t turn me away. Most just looked at me funny, or just told me to get lost. A lot of ponies don’t like scary stories. I know I don’t.

What? Oh, I guess I should introduce myself. My name’s Scootaloo.

My name is Hayseed Pear. I’m ten years old and I don’t think I’ll get any older. I’m scared for myself, but I’m more scared for all you in Canterlot. I’m writing this down hoping that someone sees it before it’s too late.

(Based on the Robert Bloch story of the same name.)

They grow apples in Appleoosa. Absolutely nothing else happens there. No matter what they tell you.

Yet another Sofas and Quills Speedwriting Entry. The story had to feature the shipping of Braeburn and Gabby and I couldn't help myself because I love writing Braeburn. Tied with Silent Whisper for first place out of three entries.

Featured on Seattle's Angels 6/6/20!