Deep in the earth, a shadow grows in strength. The Gates of Tartarus are breaking. The fires of revenge are burning.

A lone prince, a traitor to his kingdom, is waiting. He is waiting for power, waiting for the dawn of his new day. Yet the moment his victory is all but ensured, when Twilight Sparkle herself lies helpless before him, the prince starts to forget the line: the difference between who he was, and who he is now.

Can a traitor ever be anything more?

Celestia wakes up from a fitful sleep.

Something had awoken her unnaturally, just when she was having fun. As she tries to get back to sleep, a creature suddenly appears. It doesn't say much, holding a terrified princess captive and placing a cold, thin appendage on her lips.

"Shh", it says. "No tears, just dreams."

Rated Teen for weirdness. And scaring ponies. Unjustly, I might add. A fic that laughs at horror tropes, but sometimes just likes to use them.

AN: This the very definition of what happens when I go full retard. You never go full retard. Expect very poor writing and nonsensical nonsense. This has probably been done before in some fashion. I just find that statement, 'no tears, just dreams', hilarious... for some reason.

Finally got myself an editor for this, thank you, Midge!

Over a millenium ago, a creature was dug up beneath the Crystal Empire— a sleeping god. But as all shall know, a sleeping god still dreams.

Holy bugger I hit the featured box, 12/09/2014. Also, turns out I have a TV TROPES page . http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Fanfic/Millennium

I would like to thank the brilliant C-Conztantine on Deviantart for his allowing me to use his fantastic illustration.

A normal end to a normal day -- at least, that's what it was supposed to be.

But it wasn't.

Luna went to raise the moon as usual, but something went wrong. Terribly wrong. She felt it, but she couldn't stop it.

None of us could.

It appeared too suddenly -- acted too quickly.

The only warning we received was a roar and a bright flash of light, then everything was gone. No more Canterlot, no more ponies, no more anything.

Nothing survived.

Nothing... except for us and whatever 'it' is.

We may be immortal beings, but that doesn't make things any better -- if anything, it makes the pain all that much worse. The only thing we can really do now is try to avenge those dear to us. Our subjects... our families... my friends...

Everything.

I don't care how long it takes, and I don't care if it's a pointless battle. All I care about now is making sure we put that thing down for good.

After that?

Well...

Cover art done by Little Tigress. Check out her other stuff on deviantart if you wanna see more!

Celestia goes on vacation, gets drunk, and makes a new friend.

This story is mostly respectful towards at least one two major world religions, I think.

Thank you, prereaders! Prereaders are Ninja Deadbeard, Admiral Biscuit, a large bear or something (UrsaMajor) aka Corvid.

No one was prepared for the second Chernobyl disaster.

The first one was already bad enough, scaring and poisoning the land with no possibility of future habitation. The second one was infinitely worse. In an instant, the ancient Ukrainian forests and decaying Soviet apartment blocks were made into something wholly other. Local wildlife was twisted and mutated beyond recognition, none residing within the Exclusion Zone at the time survived. A new unseen force moved throughout the landscape, twisting reality on a whim. And still, there are those either brave, stupid, or desperate enough to travel into this forsaken place. Their ideologies vary greatly, some seek to understand the Zone. Others seek to destroy it in order to protect the outside world. And others seek simply to profit off of it.

Regardless of their goals, they all go by the same broad term.

Stalkers.

One such Stalker, a man by the name of Nikolai, suddenly finds himself thrown into an entirely different kind of Zone. One that you cannot escape from, and with a completely different set of hazards than the one he is used to.

The Equestrian Wasteland.

Approaching death’s door can bring out the true nature in anything, even if it’s the thing we fear the most. The Queen of the Changelings is no exception.

Cover art very generously provided by Berserkeroo on DeviantArt.

This is just a short story I wrote to share one of the ideas I had about Chrysalis' past. I might write a short sequel (or second chapter; I dislike sequels) in which the letter is found and read.

Rated Teen just to be safe, as Chrysalis is injured in the story. I know how much ratings can annoy ye who approve these stories, so I figured I'd just play it safe.

It was just a typical day of work for Applejack. Eager to get home, just one last errand in the freezer. That is, until she finds herself locked in.
Just great, now she’ll become the butt end of everyone’s joke. That is, when she gets out.... if she gets out.
No! That’s silly, of course she’ll get out... right?

*open for a better title, written for https://www.fimfiction.net/group/214288/the-cult-of-raccoon/thread/398722/nightmare-night-in-april-horror-write-off and thanks to my friend Sparrow for editing advice so some changes may be on the way. Please feel free to comment and like to help

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It is common knowledge within Canterlot Castle that Princess Celestia is rather fond of her tea, and is particularly amicable after having her first cup. Upon waking up and finding that there's no tea to be found within the castle, how does Princess Celestia react?

Not well, not well at all.

Rated T for dark humor, harsh language and false death threats.
Proof-read and edited by ChappedPenguinLips.
Cover art by LateCustomer on Deviantart.

This story is a sequel to The Legend of Spike: Discord's Mask

Part two of "the Legend of Spike Series."

An ancient evil raises from its grave and comes to Ponyville. The health of the ponies start to decline as mysterious bite marks appear on their necks. Spike, the Mane Six, and the Cutie Mark Crusaders must figure out what is going on and how to stop it.

MLP: FIM belongs to Hasbro
Dracula was created by Bram Stoker