Running, it's all he's ever done.

Running from his problems, enemies, memories... this is where The Doctor makes his final stand...

Oddly enough, it isn't the fields of Trenzalor.

How The Doctor ended up in Equestria and found that he no longer needed to look for a peaceful paradise.

Because he's found it.

A comment driven story about a girl who had ended up in Equestria, her time there, and how she got back
My second attempt at a story like this. I shall try to use all comments but If I miss one, I am sorry.

An idea I got when I was reading the paper earlier this week, seemed like fun, so why not?

you have been living with a blind filly named Snowdrop for a few months now and have gotten really close. But a comment she makes causes you to want to grant the little filly her wish.
a semi-commission for Sirob1687 and because of the title art by the ultra-talented artist: vavacung
This is also my first attempt at second person writing

A continuation of "The things we underestimate" by JustaninnocentPony. This is how ditzy both justifies and pays for the things she had done.
For those who beleive in "the end justifies the means"
the cover art is from somewhere on pintrest

Smarty pants loves big mac
But being a doll doesn't help matters
So when an impossible cat (That's me!) gives her a body, she will have him all to herself...
That is if she can figure out what she feels
a pov inspired by get stuffed! by rust
and in my alternate universe (Which still needs a name....)

Ever wondered what is in those big white buildings outside of town that no one wants to admit knowing what their for?
Or what about those mysterious and silent white vans and trucks that feed into it? Well, this is what dwells within...
This is a story about what or rather, who the monsters are, and a single mare's flight to freedom.

The being known as Slendermane is not the evil denizen that your grandmare told you to avoid.

Well, this is the truth straight from the horse's mouth (well, metaphorically speaking... and from telepathic connection...meh, technicalities)

Now little fillies, ladies, colts, gentlecolts and gentlemen... are you ready to hear this story?

Try not to wet yourselves, the carpet is suade, and I honestly don't want to have to ask any of you to pay for it to be cleaned.

Well, rarity is a vampire
That won't do,
Time to help
And present my movie to the viewing populace.
This is going to be a productive day

Rarity is awoken by the sound of a horn... her imported scoltish fox horn
This is the last time her antics will ruin her days off.
Time for some silence.
Contains slapstick humor, fourth wall breaking, and a little girl crushing
Made for everyone's favorite frowning critic Meeester
Submited to the Make Meeester happy write-off competition- #1~
WARNING!!CONTAINS GRAPHIC PORTRAYLS OF THE ART OF THE PANTOMIME
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
Not recommended for coulrophobic, results may vary, you are all on your own for this if you do have a panic attack, do not hate, gesticulate

Memories.

They make you who you are.

I don't have any from before I woke up.

But do my memories matter? Or are the ones I'll make more important?

I wonder...