In the Wasteland, there are two types of creatures, the weak and the strong. To be strong in the Wasteland is a blessing only the goddesses above can grant, it's a eat or be eaten world and I wish to be on top of it. I will fight all who stand in my way of taking my rightful place at the center of Wasteland! Raiders, Steel Rangers, Red Eye's Slavers, the Alicorns. All shall bow to me! For I am Nightseer!

Created for a ABC contest but hasn't been posted yet.

Dead Eye was just a simple mercenary, after both of his parents died he inherited their house in Goodsprings. With his parents dead, he needed the money to repair their old home.

So, as any mercenary would he took up a couple of odd jobs, whether its protecting a Caravan, guarding a store, breaking up bar fights. He would always take them.

One day he was a approached by a High roller-looking stallion, he offered Dead Eye a job; to protect and deliver a package. Dead Eye was skeptical at first, but when the stallion promised him 20,000 caps on a successful delivery, Dead Eye fully accepted the job, little did Dead Eye know the package he was supposed to protect.

Would change his life and the Moohave Wasteland forever.

Author: TheWriter101
Editor/Pre-reader: Lucid Spark (https://www.fimfiction.net/user/289879/Lucid+Spark)

This is my first ever story, so please if you have any comments and suggestions on future chapters and stories, PLEASE comment down below or contact me here: notwriter1011@gmail.com , (don't let the email fool you).

A pegasus' song to his lost lover, and their love that will never die.

Inspired by Davy Jones Lyrics by Man on the Internet.

A skeleton pony travels the newly formed Equestrian Wasteland in search of answers to questions that can only be found by living life to the utmost extent.

It's a very good thing that he's a skeleton, because he's not very good at staying alive.

Button Mash gets a holiday present. He inspects the holiday present. He proceeds to use the present. Move along, citizen, nothing to see here.

(I'm really bad at descriptions today. Maybe later.)

If you like (or don't) my story, please share your thoughts in the comments. I read each and every one of them. Feedback is vital.

This was written for
EffervescentEquine (CrimsonEquine) as a part of Jinglemas 2020!
For more information about Jinglemas, check out our group!

Proofreaders: Rune Soldier Dan. Thanks for checking my horsewords!

Breezie entry
Technical info: the story arguably has a considerably softer rating than Fallout: Equestria itself and should be friendly for a wider audience.
As everything else FoE, it is not endorsed by Kkat and is not automatically considered canon for FoE in any way. Thanks for creating this universe, buddy.
Any resemblance between pony preachers in this fiction and real pony preachers is entirely intentional. No conscious ghouls were harmed in the making.

If you're looking for the source of the cover, search "God of War: B is for Boy: An Illustrated Storybook". From what I've heard and seen, it's a good read.

This story is a sequel to Fallout: Equestria - Pip and Tia

In the Wasteland acts of kindness are rare, even rarer from hardened veterans of the land. So when acts of kindness and heroism started happening all over the Wasteland it prompt a certain Stable Dweller to ask the question "Why?" To which Celestia tells her of a important part of all societies, a moral center

Phoenix Feather has lost everything she loves, at the hands of one of her closest confidants. Now she must track down the betrayer across Equestria, and in so doing, she may just save her homeland from ultimate destruction, or cause its downfall.

After a brutal last month of winter, the Seaddle Wasteland is thawing out, which means it's time for an ancient tradition, Winter Wrap-up. On a homestead on the outer edge of the city, a small family is just starting their day.

This is a One Shot set in the Fallout Equestria: Homesteading timeline (Main story still being written).

This was written for the Fallout Equestria Wild Winter/Thawing Spring Group Project.

Life in the new Equestria is difficult, and good news is hard to come by. But what if good news, no -- the Mother of all good news, was presented to you right now? Would you be able to accept it? Or would you refuse it as wishful thinking?
A young stallion from a hard path stumbles blindly into the ruins of an old library, discovering a broken statue and a book inside. He reads in a language he does not know, and stories he never imagined. Is he a prophet, called of some higher power? Or just another lunatic in a wasteland full of them?

This story is a sequel to Fallout: Equestria – Brittleshine's Quest Audio Files

Hello, I'm Static Spark. I'm what is known as a Cortexaphan Ghoul. I don't know all the science behind it, but it gives me a unique power. Cortexaphan ghouls are a rare breed, not even the Wasteland Survival Guide mentions us. I know of 16 like me, one's my adoptive aunt Screwloose and another is some jerk who did a lot of bad things to her, but I want to meet the rest. I want to find where I belong, but Shoeshine and Sundae treat me like a little kid and won't let me. I'm 225-years-old, but all they see is the 13-year-old I was when I became a ghoul. My only option is to run away for my own sanity. Don't worry, I'll have my good friend Aglow to watch my back. I'll even document my journey like Screwy and Shoey did. Maybe one day it will air on the radio like theirs did.

This fic is canon with the events of Unscrewed, Brittleshine's Quest, and Hold the Pineapple.

This story is also canon to Gamma Deekay’s and Digital Ink (AKA Sawyer)’s series of connected fics, but only in that it shares the same shared universe.