Sapphire Shores is the pony of pop, the hipster of the century and a pretty swell Pony when you get to know her. However she has a secret. Only a few ponies know of this secret. But otherwise no one knows of this secret. For this secret that would put her career in shambles, would also name her as the biggest fraud in Equestria.

Got this idea one day while browsing the really really dead line of Sapphire shores fanfics. Basically Sapphire Shores has a magical Ipod that contains every single song minus Pony songs from our world. She then rewrites them and voila has a new song for the pony public.
I am not the owner of well mlp Note no actual song rewriting will be used and it is a crossover with all the songs from our world.

On the opposite side of the Everfree stands Prudence Peak its stone radiating with raw magical energy, that once ever thousand years causes the sun to turn bluer then the azure sky. or so the rumors go. Photo Finish wasting no time in the hopes that she will be the first pony to capture this event on film and be immortalized for generations. But first she has to get there.

Cancelled because. I couldn't continue the story from where I left off. * Slaps self.... Hard.* I'm sorry to those who waited for more, but didn't get it.

Set in the episode "Green Isn't Your Color", Fluttershy finishes up a photo shoot and meets a cheese enthusiast mouse. Somehow, this causes Photo Finish to detect what she calls 'the magics', and the magics sweep the nation in a most unprecedented way.

This story is based off of the Fatal Frame/Project Zero series.

After hearing that Twilight Sparkle was commissioned to repair a Camera Obscura by Photo Finish, Rarity volunteers to take Camera Obscura to Photo Finish’s home located near a town called Laurenville at the base of Mount Faust. Once she arrives, Rarity finds Photo Finish’s home abandoned and full of ghosts and demons. As she explores the manner the white unicorn finds that she has a mysterious connection to the haunted home.

Notes: If like this story I’d suggest checking out Fallout: Equestria-Silent Ponyville. It’s like reading 12 Picture Perfect Pony Zeros back to back.

I actually started writing Mothering Bell before Fo:E-Silent Ponyville. But well reading Fallout: Equestria Littlepip reminded of James form Silent Hill and I came up with a cool concept to go with that so I halted Mothering Bell to work on Fo:E-Silent Ponyville. But Didn’t want to leave Mothering Bell unfinished. I also have plans for another Picture Perfect Pony Zero story.

On what should have been a peaceful train ride, a lightning bolt upends a train and throws it into a ditch. Six ponies were left on board. How do they get out?

Captain's Log: May 17th, Year of Celestia 1943.

My crew and I have been given our final mission. My Copilot: Diamond Tiara Rich III, is as content as ever, being my subordinate.

We both trained together, but each of us expected to receive command of our own ship. I think Diamond just figured that being a pilot would be a cushier job then actually down in the mud with the other Army Grunts.

She had no idea and neither did I, that flying a B-17 was the most hazardous job the United Stables of Equestria Army Air Corps could offer.

Still she was quite put off with Colonel Sparkle when she learned they had no command for her.

Despite her disenchantment, she has supported me on all 24 of our sorties. Coming up on our big final 25th, I expect nothing less from either my partner or my beloved ship, I had christened after a local mare, I have had my eye on since I was a filly; Miss Rarity Belle.

My Crew expects the high command to handle us with foal gloves. There is talk about them sending us on a milk run over Prance.

They will be sorely disappointed.

I am remiss to inform them that our assignment is a "Timber Wulf" TW-190 factory in Breighmen, deep in the black heart of Nazi Germaneigh.

Adolf Hoofler is winning this war of the sky. If we are ever to hope to take back air superiority from those fascist Earth pony hating bastards, factories like the one in Breighmen, must be taken out. It is our duty and our honor to serve our Princess and Country by flying into the lion's den.

May Luna have mercy on our souls.

Captain Sylvia Catherine Spoon,
8th Air Force,
U.S.E. Army Air Corps.

this is a story that I came up with after watching some weird video on YouTube. it dosent have a plot (no pun intended) as it just completely random. i hope that you enjoy it :).

For all of his life, Atticus Rho was an outcast. Abandoned by his mother, disowned by his father, and ignored by a world that wanted nothing to do with him because he is blind. In the hopes of starting a new life free from the prejudices of Hoofington, he becomes a math teacher in Canterlot, only to discover that nothing had changed except for his paycheck. Everything changes, however, when he meets a famed model and member of the city's elitist upper class. Love blossoms and light finds its way into the stallion's empty heart.

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A/N: My other fanfiction is on hold for now. life has been crazy and I've had little opportunity to work on it with school and my second job. I hope you enjoy this one! Credit to the cover picture goes to Iridescence's creator, Archer Castellus.

Set in a different take on Equestria, the story tells of the Dark Lord Princess Celestia, who is seeking the One Ring. The Ring has found its way to the young filly Apple Bloom. The fate of Equestria hangs in the balance as Apple Bloom and eight companions who form the Herd of the Ring begin their journey to Mount Moon in the land of Canterlot, the only place where the Ring can be destroyed.

A myth as old as can be
That is often sung or said like poetry
About a young filly, as free as can be
And her journey, to find a key

Not key that you put into a lock
But one where happiness, it will unlock
As this myth grows old, and nopony cares anymore
Then we shall see this young filly soar.

And no, Arell Knight is anything but that filly.
In fact, she's more like a phsycotic weirdo who has a problem with drinking too much caffeine and is actually a fully-grown mare.
We can live in hope, can't we?