Fantastic, I finally get to visit my favorite cast of awesome talking ponies to have one small thing keeping me from enjoying it to its fullest. I CAN"T FREAKING INTERACT WITH ANYTHING. I guess being a ghost in Equestria isn't the worst thing that could have happened, at least I can shadow my favorite ponies and see what going on in their lives. Heh, I guess I've become the ultimate stalker, I do miss having someone to talk to that wasn't me, myself or I though.

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Set before the events of season three.

Rated teen for now for safety, rating may change later on based on where the story goes. Characters will be added later if they get added to the story.

The sequel to 'Memories Don't Fade Away'.
After the stallion finds out the human of Derpy's diary was real and still is, can he bring him back together with his lost love? And if so, what price will he have to pay? (Not a one-shot as intented)

Don't even try to read it if you haven't read the first story.

We're not all the same, them and I. Perhaps these are gifts, but they are curses all the same. Tell me, do you know what it is like to be the deviant among the wolf pack? Not the Alpha, nor the Omega, but the Outcast.
Maybe they fear my abilities, I cannot know, or maybe they praise me like a god, but this I do not want.

Rainbow Dash has always been a pegasus with big dreams and she is determined to achieve them. But when an accident puts her into oblivion, things don't go back to normal when she wakes. Rainbow finds herself in a world with no Wonderbolts and no aspirations.

When it seems like all is lost, a glimmer of hope shines itself to her. She is faced with the chance to return the Wonderbolts to their former glory. She has lost a lot, but can she regain it?

Inspired from and dedicated to the participants of the Paralympics.

This is a collaboration between Mr. Gentleman and Mr. Faceless

Thanks to TheLawn who allowed me to use the picture. Go check him out on deviantart!

And Aburi, I couldn't do this without your amazing editing!

...Or the only one, really. It's hard to explain. But what else am I to call myself after a stroke of amnesia, and crawling out of a burial mound?

See, I was reborn in the middle of the forest without knowing where I was, who I was, what I was... well, I assumed I'm a zombie. A strange, not-rotting zombie with magical light powers. Weird, eh? well, I've been collecting a few fragments of my past as I've gone my way after my "rebirth," some mental fragments of what I could do, or used to do, and some more... "physical" fragments showing up wherever I needed them, as if something's leaving them for me on purpose... I want to know what's going on, and I'm sure that with the help of a few new friends, I know I'll find my answers.
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Right, well, GOOOOOOOOD AFTERNOOOOON BROOOONIES! or evening. or morning. or night. no not night, then y'all go to bed, and won't be bothered with this thing. Well, whatever your timezone is (must...resist urge... to say something racist...) hello! (thank celestia for general greetings) And welcome to my first attempt at a fanfic, after about one and a half forevers (or maybe two...) of never working up the courage to do anything! and yes, I am crossing this over from an RP, but hey, there''s no way I'm dumping my first, and favoritest OC down the trashcan of DOOM.

Is this a self insert? MAYBE! Romantic? MAYBE! Funny? MAYBE! Human in Equestria? PROBABLY NOT! I am making this stuff up as I go along folks, so fasten you seat belts and please do not stick your tongues out the window! (because the poor sods behind you are gonna get a face full of tongueslobber, and that's just as disgusting as it is unrelated.)

-Oh! and bonus points to Toodle Flip for being bothered with editing my nonsense!