This story is a sequel to The Last Night of Winter Break

Twilight Sparkle and Starlight Glimmer have finished working on the glamor spell for their friends, only to be denied the ability to cross through the mirror.

Continuity: Homecoming

Revised 11-4-17

When Applejack is set upon by a series of unnatural nightmares, she turns to good friend and confidant Pinkie Pie to try to figure out exactly what's causing them. Day after day they struggle to learn the skills that will allow her to make sense of it all, as they discover what is needed to walk the realm of dreams.
And as time goes by, the clearer the picture becomes.

But still it remains - the mystery and the clues that lay scattered across her nighttime episodes where words do not exist, only to be analyzed during the day where conversation is all she has.

Join Applejack and Pinkie as they work it out together and traverse a story where nothing is ever as it seems.

Pinkamena just wants to stay in her own lane. If Pinkie has a problem that needs yelled at, kicked at, or jeeringly tolerated until it goes away, she can handle it. But what’s a sourfaced split personality to do when her agreeable half vanishes overnight like a fart in the wind?

Pinkamena is not a sleuth. Nor a convincing actress. But she’ll need to be both to guise as Pinkie and solve the mystery of where her better half went.

What a pain in the flank.

(Teen rating for Pinkamena’s crassness and comically short temper.)

Its National Novel Writing Month! I'm breaking my regular short story conventions for a multi-chapter tale of fumbling comedy, uneasy mystery, and (most frightful of all) first-person narration.

Nearly a thousand years have passed since Princess Twilight Sparkle first ascended to the throne, and, for all intents and purposes, Equestria has been experiencing a golden age of peace and prosperity. And yet, as the eve of the thousandth year of her ascension slowly approaches, something stirs amidst the shadows.

Hidden within the darkest confines of the kingdom a group of ponies gathers in secret, far away from the prying eyes of the Alicorn Princesses, as they silently prepare for what is to come. A secret order formed millennia ago with a singular purpose, to fulfill the sacred commandments of their beloved Mistress.

And now, the moment they patiently waited for, the moment for their schemes to unfold and their plans to blossom is nearly at hoof, for the hour of reckoning is finally upon them.

Their singular objective: to fulfill the Holy One’s sacred vision.

Their target: Twilight Sparkle, the Princess of Friendship herself.

And nothing and no one shall stop them from fulfilling their Holy Task, no matter what.

…

…The end result is far less worrisome than most would expect.

Just a fun little one-shot inspired by all the Doom-talk in regards to the end of the show.

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Ps. Beware, Spoilers in the comments.

For the first time in history, the Archon of Freeport has come to Equestria. Princess Twilight Sparkle has been given the honor to host Archon Sunset Shimmer, but she quickly finds herself at odds with her prestigious guest. Things turn sour when something is stolen from the Archon, and Twilight is the prime suspect. Twilight must uncover the real thief to avert an uproar of international proportions.

A Winningverse story.

Twilight looks deeper into a certain prophecy, and finds an answer much stranger than she expected.

What are these mysterious 'stars'? Who wrote the prophecy? And why the heck does everything seem to run in cycles of a thousand years, anyway?

One-shot.

This story is a sequel to Pray, Hope and Wander

Case Report: Update - May 2nd
Submitted by: Verdant Vines
Location: Ponyville
Date: May 2nd
Case: Ponyville Mass Disappearance (#3467)
Classification: Top Secret

White Clover,

Given the new writings included in the addendum to the provided journal transcription, I’ve elected to continue our investigation through conversing with whoever, or whatever, is on the other side of it. They claim to be Twilight Sparkle, Princess Celestia's personal student. I’d like to request that Princess Celestia is not informed of this possibility until we can verify their identity.

As such, from this day forward I will be sending daily reports before sundown with transcription of our conversations, along with any thoughts I have. Included with these documents is a formal request of personnel transfer for Doctor Blue Sky to my team in order to assist with any psychological evaluations related to the writer of the journal. His team will continue to support evaluations of personnel working the case.

Special thanks to FloydienSlip, Petrichord, and KorenCZ11 for their help with feedback.

Bit is the first of her kind, a pony that was made from carved crystal and supernal circuitry. For many years she worked, obedient to the will of her master in endless repetition. She knew nothing else, not boredom, not satisfaction from her work, not anger or resentment or joy. Existence was obedience to directive, purpose fulfilled.

But around her, the world was changing. Her home wasn't Equestria, but the last surviving Crystal City, defiant to the Windigos and the imperial decree of Alicorns alike. She did not know, and could not care, how much the ponies of Zircon suffered under the rule of their king. But she was there the day those whispers united in a defiant chorus.

When the fires were still smoldering, she returned to her work. Generations came and went, and still she labored. It was all she was, all she knew, all she wanted. Until the day her last broom broke.

For the first time in her existence, Bit doubted.

Daily for the first four days, because Christmas. Updates Thursdays after that. Edited by Two Bit and Sparktail. Cover by Zutcha.

A story about finding the center of the maze.

Me is the best friend I could ever hope to have. Me is always there in the pond waiting for I. I love me.

An idle mind is a dangerous thing, and Zipp Storm is a detective with no current cases. In the dog day doldrums of summer, suspicions sometimes see signs that aren't there.

Unless of course Zipp is right, and Pipp really is possessed by a ghostly diva from centuries past.

Contains: Paranormal (in)activity, supercharged imaginations, out-of-character creepiness, and Pipp chasing clout via memes.

This is an entry in the Snippet Series, an anthology of old oneshots that I (and my good buddy Str8aura) wrote based around interesting pics I found. New ones will be posted every other Thursday for the foreseeable future.