Twilight - er, sorry - PRINCESS Twilight goes to visit her brother Shining Armor at the Crystal Empire one day, and is left alone for a bit while Shining Armor goes off to deal with something important. Bored out of her mind, she decides to look through some stuff in the attic of the Crystal Palace (because, well, why not? I mean, she IS curious after all), and stumbles upon a video-tape recording taken from the wedding.

Twilight watches it. She discovers how Shining Armors's wedding vow rehearsal went.

This is all random nonsense, just so you know. If you have any problems with the story, please turn around in your chair and direct them to the wall located behind you. XD

WAKA WAKA!

Also, cover art was made by me using Photoshop to color over a hand-drawn version i did. Hey, if that's a problem for you, then go away!

NO WAIT COME BACK! I WANT TO BE LOVED! XD

As the mayor of Ponyville, it is Mayor Mare's duty to make sure that all is well and safe for the citizens of the town she governs and serves for. It is a big responsibility for a mare such as herself, and one which she takes seriously, fulfilling her duties with pride and passion.

Please enjoy!

An MLP OC-based parody of the Hellsing Abridged series. A vampony-hunter of the night goes on a mission in the Everfree Forest.

Unfortunate for his enemies. Even more so for his allies.

Here is a poem for all you fans of Cheerilee, the kind-mannered and cheerful teacher of the Ponyville school.

Please do check out my other works as well, won't you? It really helps me out a lot, and I'm enjoying writing all these poems for you guys and gals, so keep me happy, and I'll make you happy.

Fair trade, yes? XD

Oh, and here's the link to the source of the cover image, by the way.
(http://www.deviantart.com/art/The-Best-Teacher-We-Could-Hope-For-307747059)

A poem about the Changelings, and their invasion of Canterlot, told from the viewpoint of the Queen herself, Chrysalis. That's it, really.

A little fun fact about this poem; This originally was a song that I - yes, I - was going to do on my YouTube channel. You can still check out the WIP Version here.

Link - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WKXqd0XcxLk

However, since I was never able to find somebody to help provide the chorus for the song, I abandoned the project, and now, several months later, my song resurrects in the form of a poem. Funny how life works, isn't it?

Well, anyhoo, please enjoy the poem, and most importantly, eat your greens and vegetables. Or Carrot Top will haunt you! DUN DUN DUUUN!

They call her names. They branded her as an insult, an offensive gesture to the world. They wished her gone, to be removed from the planes of existence, never to be seen again.

But she stayed strong. She would not leave. She had a right to live. To exist.

This is for you, Derpy Hooves...

Happy laid his quill down upon the writing desk, and sighed. He picked up the collection of notes he had been writing, reading all of them aloud in his head and making sure he had written everything he wanted whosoever should find it to read. Satisfied with what would be his last words and thoughts in this world, he laid it down upon the desk, and got up from his seat. He walked across the room, over to the stool by the window. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves, before climbing up onto the stool, and fitting the hanging noose around his head, tightening it around his neck. Happy took one last look around the room, and closed his eyes.

''Don't cry for me,'' he whispered to the nothingness around him. ''I was already dead.''

And Happy tipped the stool over. His story remained nearby upon the writing desk, illuminated by the light of the candle, which flickered as the stallion choked and gagged in the darkness of the unlit shadowed area of the room.

And when Happy finally ceased his incoherent tone of agony, so did the candle suddenly extinguish, casting the room into complete darkness, until Celestia's sun dawned and brought with it the light of day.

These are the last words of Happy, a pony who nobody knew, and who was nobody to those who had known him.
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Hopefully, somebody out there who has lost a loved one due to the traumatic effects that bullying causes, as well as the depression that comes with being singled out as an outcast, discriminated by others for who and what you are, will be able to relate to this story. I wish to point out that it is not my intention to cause any painful memories to resurface for those who have experienced similar pains and losses in their own lives through this story, but hopefully such people will be able to bond with Happy and understand his pain.

Also, I am not a great writer, so of course this story is going to be awful, but I am trying to put my best effort into writing it, so try not to judge me too harshly for my way of writing. I am comfortable with my writing style and preference, and I'm not going to change it to suit the needs of others. Just wanted to say that. Now, enjoy the story, and prepare thyself for many feels.

Pinkie Pie has a normal day, or at least as close to a normal day as you will ever read about in my trollfics. My randomness knows no bounds, and my logic is illogical. Forget the rules of the universe, let's just read this story and start questioning what the heck you're even reading! YEAH!

During reading, you may experience confusion, loss of sanity, slight to severe dizziness, a strange taste for lobsters, and an epic dosage of RANDOMNESS!

Other than that, enjoy! And feel free to give a suggestion who you think I should troll-write about next!