I'm all alone in Ponyville now. My best friends have moved on to greater things. I'm not exactly the pony I used to be, either. I don't really like anypony anymore, and nopony likes me.
I don't even smile anymore.

(I didn't make the cover art, that's all you need to know. I'm just giving credit now to the guy who made it.)

When Pinkie cloned herself to have all the fun in Ponyville, she never imagined she'd be gazing down the barrel of Twilight's horn, wondering if she'd survive the afternoon. What makes a pony a thing worth being, and who determines that worth?

The title illustration is Reflect by Mewball of deviantart, used with permission. My personal thanks to The Descendant for pre-reading and offering good suggestions.

When an earth pony befriends a pegasus, there are some places they can't follow.

Once upon a time there was a little pink pony who lived on a rock farm and wanted nothing more than to be happy.

Celaeno does her job the best she can, living day to day hoping that she can spare her crew the wrath of the Storm King. Most days, she's able to get through her work and go to bed at night feeling only mostly empty, rather than completely. Some days though... Some days are hard.

Yesterday, the Cakes put Pumpkin and Pound on the train to head off to their first year at college.

Yesterday had been a very, very hard day.

Today will be worse.

Water.

It was all Pinkie had felt for such a long time. For such an exhaustingly long time, unable to see or hear or breathe...

What was it that led to this? So hard to remember...it was a contest, designed to find who the "real" Pinkie was. The real Pinkie...was that her? She couldn't remember anymore. All she could was hang on the last shreds of that golden life she used to enjoy...

Cover art from Posey on Derpibooru.

Also, we now have two fantastic readings done by Shadowlaw010 (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NFiGo6JMXNo) and TheDizzyDan (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ocU-BfXLDI)

Pinkie Pie has an existential crisis while painting her room. This self-parody is dedicated to Professor Piggy, who once told me that I could write a story about Pinkie watching paint dry and weave it into an incredible psychological journey. Let's see if he was right.

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Dramatic reading by MicTheMicrophoneZero.

Cover art by chaosdrop.

This is a Slice of Life story/poem about a typical weekend for Berry Punch. I just wanted to explore the cyclical nature of an "average" Sunday and the constant re-examination that goes on in life. Alcohol is involved, as with most Berry Punch stories. The tone is somewhat dark, hence the "Teen" rating, but there is no violence or graphic content above Teen.

Apple Bloom's reached the age where she's beginning to notice colts, and is vying for the attention of one one day when Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon come over. The two are notoriously nasty, and today is no different. Apple Bloom's used to this, so she's ready to shrug it off.

However, Diamond's comments today seem to sting a little worse than usual.