Sweetie Belle abandons Ponyville in search of the source of strangeness threatening to overwhelm her. Fortunately, she has a pet bird to keep her company.

Of all the abuses Scootaloo has suffered in her life, green beans are probably the worst. What is a cute horse soaked in pop cultural sewer to do in the face of these wretched vegetables?

Act sensibly? Of course not.

Rarity has a problem, she's not wearing pants. Big Macintosh also has a problem, he needs to shave.
Will they be able to repair their faults in each other before Twilight's solution devours Ponyville?

Trigger Warning: Horse shipping.

After years on the road, Twilight Sparkle and Spike pack up their lives again.

Twilight is confronted with a terrifying proposition, one that seeks to rattle the very core of rational thought. She can rest assured that socks work orally, but what if, what if, what if, what if ...
They didn't.
Also, someone seems to be stealing her milk.
If only Spike weren't gone, but he is. He's gone.

After conquering yet another ancient evil, Twilight returns to her library. There, she encounters the ghost of King Sombra, who delivers a terrible warning about the dangers of helping emopones.

A touching, heartfelt tragedy, except it was written by Fiddlebottoms, so it is not.

What if the prehistoric conflicts of Equestria weren't as dramatic as they have been made out to be? What if they had been waged through post-it notes? Actually, that would be pretty dumb.
Here is a story that is pretty dumb.

Rated Teen for crudely drawn butts and graphic depictions of passive aggression.

That wacky Spirit of Chaos is at it again...
Except, there's no ponies in the audience.
There's nothing, really. Just an empty, post-apocalyptic expanse.
Nothing, and some ants.
Inspired by WrathOfGod519 and "Alone" - Downface.

Also now the excuse/subject for an RCL Interview.

Twilight and Trixie play strip poker, with decidedly non-sexy results.

When ponies are being gossipy, they call Inkie and Blinkie "Trottingham Twins." For one month, they are the same age. It was during one such July they murdered their father in cold blood and fled their home.
Built around Malcolm Middleton's "Fight Like The Night."
"Do what you like as long as you can live with yourself. Don't worry about anything because we've no idea about what's actually happening and why we're here. … 'Skip into the flames.' That sums it up for me - don't be scared." - Malcolm Middleton