Do you ever hear a song and think. Wow this would be great to play to my beloved! I should sing this sometime for her, except without the shower this time.

Well Anon also had this epiphany.

"One of the rewards of life is a pitch black rest"

Always Anon's motto, disappeared 9 years ago to his friends and now shacked up inside a shelter, while the staleness awaited his impatient will to live, he's tired and always fatigued due to the basal sour floor that gathered from his sessions of breakdowns.

All was about to end until a cheerful mare broke inside his home and instantly tries to befriend him. pink flashlight and dark corridors ensue.

This conceptualize during Valentines day and later made for a group

Seems so clear in my head, when I'm awake at night
I pull myself so tight, lying in the dark
All alone with my words,
I'm about to draw my thoughts,
Rewriting them all from scratch

Anon finally decides to get vaccinated against the you-know-what. Pinkie Pie is the nurse. Hijinks ensue.

Le shitfic. Might contain traces of not-so-literal nazis, Covid flu, and pink horses. Reader discretion is advised.
Actually, don't read this.

Sunset Shimmer has lost her beans! Can you help her find them?

And experiment in non-linear fiction

You find Scootaloo crying all alone in their clubhouse, so you went to see what's bothering her soo much. Little does you know that this'll become soo much more.

This story idea is from listening to the song One is All, All is One from FMA Brotherhood.

You are an Aarons employee having a terrible day, just like any other from the moment you decided to set off on your own. With your horrible boss sending you to get things out the back to put out for display, you meet Starlight Glimmer.

Note: This story was done as part of a two hour writing challenge, hope you enjoy.

A compendium of short stories that I fill as I have some random ideas for... comedy, I guess?

Because I can't upload a story with less than 1.000 words and I'm too lazy to fit all my sketches into long and decent stories with a plot.

I'll just flow my raw material here. There won't be a regular update, this is basically my trash can for all the ideas that pops into my head and I also find remotely funny.
I think that most of these sketches are 'meh' at best, but it should an enjoyable reading. I mean, unless you have literally anything else to do.

In the enchanting realm of Equestria, where magic and friendship reign supreme, a mysterious individual known only as Anon arrives with a singular ambition – to become the strongest protector the land has ever known. Anon enrolls in the prestigious Equestrian Protectors Academy, a revered institution where gifted ponies hone their abilities to safeguard the harmony of Equestria.

As Anon delves into the academy's curriculum, he discovers a hierarchy of strength that transcends ordinary measures. The Elite Ten, a group of unparalleled students, stand at the pinnacle of the academy's might. Undeterred by the challenges ahead, Anon sets his sights on claiming the coveted top seat among these elite warriors.

The journey to supremacy unfolds as Anon faces formidable adversaries, forms unexpected alliances, and uncovers the true extent of his own abilities. The academy becomes a battleground where friendship and rivalry intertwine, and Anon must navigate a world filled with magical trials, ancient secrets, and the constant pursuit of excellence.

As the grand challenge commences, Anon realizes that the path to becoming the strongest in Equestria is fraught with peril and self-discovery. Can he rise above the challenges, surpass the Elite Ten, and emerge as the ultimate protector Equestria deserves? Only time will unveil the destiny that awaits Anon in this tale of courage, magic, and the enduring spirit of a determined pony.

Time had passed on through space alongside with the inhabitants whom were drifting aimlessly as the stars amongst the never–ending blackness floated on, each of them to prompt any wayward traveler to harken back to the memories of life when the richest beverage kept their spirits up until there next destination and from the mouth of madness.

This was the case for one writer as far as reality was concerned, one out of many, known and unknown, existing as of this passing moment no less; although far too young to be considered a bonafide senior, youth was also fleeting as well as the mercy and vitality of life as known to far too much: even now, life has been moving past irregardless of decision-making.

Thereon, a spark of realization comes forth, pushing and pulling in any which direction, autonomy notwithstanding so to speak of; fearing the unknown in which awareness has taken root and stem inside, only one task at hand seems to be the least that could be done: sending a warning to anyone who could read of this message and the meaning within it all the same.

Written for the A Thousand Words Contest II in the In Spirit category, ergo inadmissible.