Turns out that using Luna's dream magic carries consequences.

Set directly after "A Royal Problem".

Header art by me.

At a sleepover at Twilight's castle on Nightmare Night, Twilight suggests an antiquated game for them all to play.

Apple Bloom knows that one thing, above all, is inevitable.
And it isn't death.
Not quite.

This was written for the Quills and Sofas Speedwriting Group's "What's Happening To Me" panic, where it won second place. We're on Discord here if you'd like to join us!

This story is a sequel to Grogar: A Hearth's Warming Horror Story

Five years ago, the land now known as Apple Valley had another name. Five years ago, something ancient and monstrous set hoof there. Five years ago, something terrible happened. Five years ago, the story ended.

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A shivery little Christmas gift to celebrate the five year anniversary of the first Hearth's Warming horror story.

Dedicated to ObabScribbler and Sparrow9642, whose readings made the original that much more wonderful.

Scary Christmas, everyone.

It is said that these forests are enchanted.

The deerfolk weave strange magic, magic that can bind, and trick, and mislead. But to a pony with a sixth sense for danger, the woods hold no terrors.

Perhaps it is not the deer's enchantments which present the real peril.

Entry into the fourth Quills and Sofas Speedwriting Competition. Conceived and written in one hour; the prompt was "trapped inside". Given two minutes of fixing post-contest to remove a confusing line.

Fluttershy lives a peaceful life with her geese, taking them every night to graze in the meadows above the palace, hurrying home before the forbidden sun rises. She tries not to look at the statues of the fallen princess with her sun cutie mark, broken and half-buried in the undergrowth. She tries not to look at the Midnight Spire as it rises before her, dark and terrible.

Trigger Warning: and please take these seriously, as this story gets dark - blood, injury, violence, elements of abusive relationships, and even some slight suggestions of non-consent. These aren't used gratuitously and are treated with the appropriate horror by the main character. Please do not read if any of this will be triggering to you. This is an exploration of what the Nightmare Moon AU would be like for poor Fluttershy, and is correspondingly dark.

This story is the first of four. The second is The Sorcerer and the Seneschal, with the others coming soon.

This was originally written as a christmas present for Zontan and if you like the tone of it I suggest you read his Shadow Within.

Tender Rows, caretaker of the Ponyville Memorial Gardens attends to the maintenance of her garden.

Fluttershy has seen her share of tribulations and tragedies in her time taking care of animals. She realized that the thing she hated the most was to see them suffer; especially when there was no guarantee that they would recover from an ailment. Fluttershy knew the kindest act she could ever do would be to release those animals… and ponies, from their misery. She would be their Angel of Mercy.

Be sure to check out TheLostNarrator's full-cast reading of this story on her channel!
https://youtu.be/PIEWKy1TmjA

(Special thanks to Danny's Art Den for the artwork!)

What does it mean to be the most powerful unicorn in Ponyville, maybe even in the whole of Equestria? When you can fix everything with magic, what do you do when everypony expects you to do just that? Are there limits to what Twilight´s magic can do, and what lies beyond those limits?

Cover art by Izeer: http://izeer.deviantart.com/

Equestria has been brought to its knees. Monsters of all kinds flood every city, the world itself seems to be on the verge of complete collapse, and every pony is trapped by the physical manifestation of their own deepest, most inner terrors and nightmares.

But it's Hearth's Warming, and Rarity's got gifts to give. And she won't let something as mundane as the end of the world get in her way. Time to panic will have to come later.

This was written for The Seer as a part of Jinglemas 2019! For more information about Jinglemas, checkout our group!