This story is a sequel to The Secret Life of Rarity

After the events of The Secret Life of Rarity, Sweetie Belle must find a way to cope in a world that she does not understand anymore.

There is a threequel too.

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Cover art by the wonderful Viofriedsebe

Everypony in Ponyville is happy, carefree, and content with their life on the whole... except one. Rarity harbors a dark, murderous secret. She is Equestria's only active serial killer. She has to balance her fashion life, her friends, and her murderous urges as best as she can. This is the story of her mind.

Edited wonderfully by Kaidan and Kagji5

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Even though the sun's high in the sky, this is the sunset of my life.

An idea from Symphony

When the light dims and the flame burns out, the magic inside us all will forever endure.

Day 10.

It's dark and cold. The sky is dead. I'm okay.

Day 50.

It's deep, stretches on forever. The craters eat me up. Life goes on.

Day 100.

The sky is closing in on us. We're fighting but we're losing. The whispering won't stop. The chains rattle on.
I want to go home.

The Elements of Harmony are six of the closest friends in all of Equestria. But when a sudden tragedy strikes down one of the elements, how will the other five be able to handle their lives? Will they find the strength in themselves and each other, or will their inability to cope cause more tragedy for the group?

Featured on Equestria Daily December 30th, 2011

Rainbow Dash and Twilight Sparkle are friends. Very good friends. But suddenly, Dashie is beginning to think there is something more there. How can she possibly bring this to the attention of her secret crush without risking the friendship that she loves so much?

During a visit to the Canterlot archives Twilight Sparkle accidentally spills her cocoa in one of princess Celestia's most valuable books... Follow the epic tale of the desperate pony's plight!

This was originally intended as a one-shot but it grew bigger.

I don’t question the “life” bar floating over my head, or my “EXP” gauge, or the little phantasmal boxes that appear whenever I look at an “equippable” object that show its “statistics.” It’s normal for small messages to appear in the sky every now and then, such as [System update in 2 hours.] My kind worships the Developers, higher beings that direct, create, and control everything we see. It’s all normal. This is how things have always been, since I was born. My father, my grandfather, my ancestors have all accepted and coped with these elements.

So why does everything feel so... fake?

My name is Twilight_Sparkle, and I know there’s something wrong here.

Co-Written by GaruuSpike and Chaotic Dreams.

(EDIT: This story is cancelled forever because someone sabotaged all of our attempts to write. You know who you are, and so do I, and I hope you're happy for killing it.)

This here is a short story that came to me as I sat in the shade of a Humvee, eating an MRE. It's a little funny and a little sad, and it is the tale of how a mare named Jade became the afterlife receptionist for Ponyville.