Rainbow Dash has the best day ever, and Twilight's really happy for her.

Quills and Sofas Panic Fiction entry with the prompt Framed. Written with the challenge of imitating the writing style of my friend and as a gift to Seer. Cover art done by Snow Quill!

Now with an audio reading by the wonderful folks at The Audio Project. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NpE9-qsq5c

There aren't quiet nights in Appleoosa anymore. After a gang rolled in and kills the sheriff, there wasn't a whole lot the town could do to stop them. They had the guns, ponies, and pure mind for violence to keep the town under their iron-hoofed rule. The town has submitted to their rule, trying their hardest to eke out life until the Royal Guard notices that taxes have stopped rolling in and acts.

Or at least, so they think. Until a strange creature rolls into town. A tarnished iron star on his heavy duster, and iron on his hip. Now the only question is, who will kill them first.

During the snowy days leading up to Hearth’s Warming, Rainbow Dash receives pressing news that she must deliver. She wonders if she can be enough through the hard times.

Written as a gift for applezombi as part of Quill’s and Sofas Speedwriting’s holiday fic exchange! The prompt I received was “Rainbow Dash helps another pony handle grief and loss during the holidays. Romance is strongly encouraged but not required.”
Thanks to The Red Parade for helping me develop the idea, and my friend Mori (who does not have FimFic) for helping me preread before I uploaded it.

So what is the deal with all these humans who go to the Everfree Forest and fight manticores anyway? Well sit down, kids, and let grandpa tell you the whole story.

After dying in a train crash, Twilight finds herself offered a deal by the Reaper: a game of chess for her soul. Twilight accepts, but there's something off about the game. Something she can't put her hoof on.

But the answer to that question is just perfect for who she is.

Cover art is from the Poets of the Fall album Clearview.

When their child's life is held in the balance, a father can find himself doing terrible things to save him. They will take dangerous risks, travel to places they have never been, and sometimes, even that is not enough.

The most difficult decision a parent can make is which of their children must die so the other may live.

Picture courtesy of Farm Yard Nurseries in Wales

This is not canon to Estee's works. It was influenced by the author, and if you enjoy it please feel free to read all the rest of their stories and contribute to the associated Patreon. They're worth it.

In the midst of Ponyville being plunged into chaos, Twilight and her friends finally manage to use the Elements of Harmony for the first time, and in doing so successfully stop Discord from wreaking further havoc on the land they hold dear. Problem is, the way the elements do this isn't quite what they had in mind. At all.

In a letter to some students at a school, the Grim Reaper describes how a day in his life typically goes, starting at midnight, and ending at the stroke of midnight the next day.

His defeat during the siege of the Crystal Empire did not kill Sombra. He was already dying. Now alone in a frozen wasteland, his final moments approach.

Now with audio reading (for older version) by Coombs & Kuroba.

Purpose fulfilled and second life fully lived, a Guardian lies down to die one last time. Sadly for him, his dirt nap is interrupted by a multiversal hiccup (which conveniently fixes itself almost immediately) that leaves him stranded in another reality with nothing but a small box of stuff, his fashion sense, and a friend.

Fortunately for everyone but the readers, this isn't an adventure and our lovely ex-protagonists get to take a well deserved break from facing down the cosmic horrors and eldritch abominations of an increasingly stressful reality.

Unfortunately for everybody but the readers, the sudden appearance of a being equivalent to a god tends to cause some ripples.

And no, I'm not explaining all the little Destiny details sprinkled into this. I'm too tired for such refined, principled, drawn-out writing.