Rarity loves a certain stallion, but she is forced to make the most difficult decision of her life regarding him. The decision that will decide their fates. What will she choose?

How hard must it be to describe something so simple as color to a blind pony?
Perhaps not as simple as you thought. For each color is a mix and a tumble of stories, of pasts, and presents and futures. We are all made of colors. We are all paintings.
How would we appear to a blind pony?
Snowdrop reflects upon what she has been told about color and what it means to her.

Snowdrop is from an animation from Silly Filly Studios.

What happens when you are waiting for Hope at the end of the world? This is the story of somepony who was doing just that.

Diamond Tiara had a reason for being as terrible as she is to other ponies. When she takes part in a plan to further her and Silver Spoon's bullying influence over Ponyville she meets somepony special. But is he special enough to help her change?

Lyra made bad choices in her life and no she has to pay for them. The hard way.

This is the story of how Applejack's parents died and what she was going through.

Celestia recounts a memory. One that is terrible, yet beautiful. A flash of light, small sparks, a tiny flame, an eruption of life. A fire means both warmth and comfort as well as fear and pain. Menacing and evil, it can gobble up all that is dear to us in its hunger for destruction. Is that really what it is, though? Is this fire? Do we understand this simple, glowing ball of light? What is fire?

Every autumn, the leaves fall from the trees and coat the ground in shades of orange and yellow. This is a fact we all know and accept, often embracing the beauty that comes with it. Though, most of the time, we hardly spare it a thought. Those cold, abandoned leaves laying on the frost covered ground -- what is autumn to them? Fluttershy spends time thinking on this and imagines what life would be like for a leaf.

I am the screaming mare. She is me, I am her. We are one.

I'm trapped in a world of forged security, haunted by my mistakes and tied down by the lies I've told. The story of my life is told so vaguely in these short words. See if you can figure me out.

Each action is an emotion, each description represents something entirely different. A puzzle of the mind, a representation.

The Screaming Mind.

Instead of lighting the Equestria Games torch, Spike accidentally uses his mail flame.