"The best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain."
-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Rarity isn't much of a philosophical thinker. In fact, she rarely touches on matters of life in general, more appointed to work on things in the now then the before or later. It's rather funny what wine, smooth jazz, and a constant downfall of water can do to someone, changing values of others and own self worth for the sake of letting the mind wander. These are her musings.

Twilight Sparkle always prided herself on how she is able to solve her friends' problems in a blink of an eye. What if the problem is more personal and more internal for her friend. What if a friend lost a job? The solution she gives her friend might not be a solution, but advice.

Sorry for the misleading picture. It is not TwiDash. Any errors found and pointed out would be appreciated.

Co-Written by: CluelessDetective and TJBrena
Edited by: Florarena Crimsonflame
After a biological attack on an Equestrian settlement - covered up by the government - wipes out the entire town, the Clandestine Security Agency is hastily formed to combat threats like these. But the attacks escalate, and they cannot get their first batch of agents in the field quickly enough. In a fit of desperation, they reinitiate a century-old program, designed to bring heroes from other universes to aid them. Now Solid Snake, Sam Fisher, and James Bond must work to uncover the terrorist conspiracy before it unleashes absolute chaos, and earn their way home.

Note: My collaborator would like to inform you, dear readers, that although Sam Fisher is the Conviction iteration, he will act more like his earlier incarnations from an action standpoint. That means that he will be less focused on merely killing quietly and more on actual stealth whenever it is possible.

The Comfort Zone. It's not a very extravagant or expensive looking bar, but it's homey. Found in the streets of Ponyville, one could go in there and have a drink and discuss the weather. Or one could drink their problems away or simply talk to me. My name is Tonic, I'm the bartender for The Comfort Zone. Why don't you have a seat, order a drink, and tell me your troubles?

It is said that songs are more than just songs. They can make us happy, sad, angry, and just about any other emotion in between. The old stallion of Room 208 is about to find that, indeed, songs can make you feel things that you have never felt before in a long time.

Canterlot is under attack by the forces of darkness, lead by the newly resurrected King Sombra, bent on world domination. With all hope lost(and finding a book titled "Extremely Generic and Predicable Prophecies"), the three princesses of this fair castle call upon the man called the "Champion of Light," hoping that he can put a stop to this.
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Instead they get a fat man in a red parka that nobody asked for, claiming to be the man that they seek.

This story is not meant to be taken seriously. It is merely a story to get my creative blood flowing. If you have any criticisms about this story, please post them in the comments below so I can improve. Don't be afraid to be brutal; this isn't my first story, not by a long shot. This was also done in a day with no editor and copious amounts of Get Lucky, so any mistakes found and presented will be appreciated.

Up in the frozen north of Equestria lies Base Forty-One, an Arctic base that was created after the Canterlot Wedding to insure no changelings can get through to the more populated areas of Equestria and suck the love there dry. The four guards stationed there are about to ask one question: Who can you trust when there's a changeling in your mists?

Loosely based off of the short story Who Goes There? And the movie John Carpenter's The Thing. (When I mean loosely, I mean loosely. I have never seen the movies or read the short story, but I do know the basic premise.)

Pre-Read by MaverickHunterZero

What can be said about dreams? They can be of our greatest wishes, or the foreshadowing of our future. What one lucky colt is about to find out is that dreams can come from unlikely places.

I made this for a few reasons:
1. This idea has been in my head for far too long; might as well write it right?
2. This is a way of incorporating a bunch of short story ideas into one plot narrative (Sort of)
3. I'm hoping this helps with my writer's block on future chapters to my other works. Probably going to release short stories now and again.

Requested by The Dovahwin97.

Music. To some, it creates a whole new world of imagination, making you addicted to the Flutes and have a major love for the Euphoniums. To others, it's a horrible thing, destroying this generation and everything they hold dear, and assaulting their ears with thunder. Spike's about to find out that some songs create storms of rain, sound, and beauty... literally.

What do you get when you mix three insane reviewers, a magical land designed for little girls, and a plot convenience so unoriginal and dumb that it makes Rob Liefeld's work look good? You get The Nostalgia Critic, Linkara, and Angry Joe Power Hour of course!