We were the summer-sunset-wind, warm and wild and untouchable.

We were rulers of a crumbled-down kingdom, prince-and-princess of the sandstone sky.

We were long-day shadows, stretching ourselves dark and blurry past our breaking points and more.

We were pulsing breath-and-blood, flowing fast through veins of buildings and wide-open spaces.

We were rebels rivals friends lovers runners...

Until that moment, that second, when it all fell away.

"We want most that which we cannot have," or so the saying goes. After what I've seen, and the things I've had to do, I would agree.

But I won't stop protecting my city. Not for anything.

Because the only thing more dangerous than someone who blindly chases an impossible dream is someone who finds it.

Music.

It's great, right? Gets your hooves movin', your heart pumpin', really makes you feel alive. I'd always heard, felt, lived, breathed music every day, every second of my life, and I'd never even thought about it.

At least, not until I agreed to save another dimension while blackout drunk, traveled there with my best friends, almost died (many times), fought horrible monsters, met an actual living god...

And, well, there's more than that, but I'm getting ahead of myself already. For now, perk your ears, listen up, and you'll hear a story that I'll never forget. The story of the Eternal Song.

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Cover art by the amazing Turbosolid.

A collection of short stories I've written for the Thirty Minute Ponies tumblr. They run the gamut from comedy to tragedy to bittersweet and everything else in between. I will be writing more frequently, and will add them as I do. I hope you enjoy reading at least one of them as much as I did writing it.

Also, the 'Other' tag was used because there's too many characters to tag them all accurately.

The prompt number in parentheses is the number of the prompt located on the TMP Tumblr, if you want to find it or look at the other submissions for yourself.

Something is troubling Princess Luna. With ancient burdens weighing her down even as she attempts to reconnect with an estranged populace, she turns to an old friend for comfort and advice.

Fluttershy is alone for the day in her cottage. With nopony around to interrupt or eavesdrop, she takes the opportunity to have some fun...

A mysterious break-in. An eccentric professor. A criminal underground, running deeper than the foundations of Manehatten itself. Memories of a time where killing was second nature. Old flames, with love left still burning.

Intrigue. Suspense. Romance. Betrayal. DJs. Mobsters. A plan that threatens all of Equestria.

And in the middle of it all, a certain nurse mare with a pink mane, a sharp tongue and a mean left hoof.

On a stormy, overcast day, a yellow pegasus sings.
She sings for her love.
She sings for her sorrow.
She sings for the one who will never know either.

But when the mare who holds her heart overhears, will she have the strength to continue?