She can't seem to move anything. Her senses aren't quite what they're supposed to be. And she's almost sure that some of her memories are missing, but that part has never stopped her before. This latest defeat -- the one which ended with glowing roots closing out the last of the outside light, and she's pretty certain she remembers what 'light' is supposed to do -- that's just a minor setback! Because something of Opaline Arcana yet remains, and where there's a mind, there's a chance to plot a way back.

She can still think.
She can always think.
...always...

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Sweet Apple Acres is as old as Ponyville, if not older. The Apple family, led by Granny Smith, has been a pillar of the community for generations. However, for all of the good will that exists for this family there are rumors and stories about them that are only whispered in the shadows. One of the rumors involves what the family does with the money.

Two griffons Leo and Pollo hear the story about the money and decide to rob Sweet Apple Acres.

Pinkamena knows nothing of the world. All she has ever seen or known is the misery she lives in, and the dark, endless wasteland.

And all she can do is question why.

Why life is meant to be this way.

There’s no end to the monsters that lurk in the dark.

Ghosts, werewolves, mad scientists, cultists, mutants, zombies, vampires, aliens and more lie in wait in the dark corners of Equestria, terrorizing the night. But the most infamous and dangerous of them all is the legendary witch Twilight Sparkle, with a five hundred million bit bounty on her head.

Seeking fame and fortune, Rainbow Dash sets out to defeat the legendary witch and collect the massive reward. The one thing she wasn't counting on was Twilight being less evil than she expected.

More stories set in this AU can be found here.

Cover art by the amazing Abode_WTF

What would you do if you were not you?
If there was another you in your place?
Would you accept it, or would you do whatever it took to be the one and only you?
Whichever you'd do, of course you would: you're you, after all.
And any other you would do the same.

An entry for the Category Three Horror Contest

With special thinks to ScreamQueen for prereading, and feedback!

While trying to find a missing pony, Twilight finds herself chased by something in the forest.

Applejack has put up with Rarity's barbs and insults for years. When the seamstress finally crosses the line, what lengths will the young farmer go to in order to set things right?

Inspired by Edgar Allan Poe's masterpiece of terror 'the Cask of Amontillado.'

Wonderful cover art by XRainbow-ChocoboX

A stellar live reading by TheLostNarrator

Mayor Mare has a bathroom on the other side of Town hall she likes to visit for the privacy. However, one day she finds a door that previously didn't exist in the hall leading to. It is locked, and so she makes efforts to find out where it leads and how to open it.
Unfortunately for her, it goes places that aren't anywhere near Ponyville, and are dangerous to her home. As mayor, she has a duty to make sure that it remains closed, and the visitors from the other side can't get through.

This story is a sequel to Pipes

Twilight Sparkle has practically forgotten the noises that once kept her up at night. But the past rarely sleeps, and uncovering an ancient ruin reawakens more than memories.

Originally written in 24 hours for Quills and Sofas "Expanding Universes 2024" contest, edited and expanded for FimFiction.

I have been branded a criminal for a crime I have no recollection of committing. The transgression of which I'm accused is evidently heinous enough that my friends, my family, and the rest of Equestria have turned against me. I want to say that I didn't do it, that it wasn't my fault, but I can't. The only thing I can say in my defense is that if the deed was truly done by my hoof, then it was done due to circumstances beyond my control.

I say this because I can't remember. I say this because I'm not allowed to remember. I say this because my mind is no longer my own. It belongs to the voice, you see. It crawled into my head one day—poured cruel and malicious words into my brain. I tried to fight it but it grew and grew and grew until was powerful enough to seep into my memories, my limbs, my magic. Now it won't let me go. It's taken my mind and body away from me. It does terrible things and hides the truth from me.

I am not mad, but under these circumstances what else can I do but plead insanity?

The events described take place before Season 1.