"Faster," whispered Twilight as she cleaned up the mess. "They need to be faster."

Abusive. The word still shocked Fluttershy's mind. How could he have been abusive, when he had never even touched her?

And how could she heal after she had left him?

Twilight began to realize at about midnight that her musing was asking more questions than it answered, but perhaps that was the point. So, maybe she wouldn't actually solve all the mysteries of love in one night, or two, or five, or a lifetime, but maybe it was about the journey, and not the answers.

Or maybe it was just the crappy coffee talking.

It sucks being a phone operator at a rift in time and space, but somepony has to do it. Pinkie gets paid in Spacebucks, after all, and those must be worth something somewhere, right?

Hope is fragile, fleeting, feathered
A feeble funny thing
It breaks apart at the slightest touch
On paper thin insect wings

Twilight Sparkle wakes up strapped to a table, with no memory of how she got there. How will she escape, and what's the most logical course of action?

Edited and preread by the amazing Troposphere and Scarlet Weather

Ghost Phase's life was perfectly normal, thank you very much. She worked at a cafe, went to class, and read in the comfort of her apartment. Nothing unusual ever happened, which was exactly how she liked it. But when her changeling friend Misty Step came over to visit, Ghost found herself dragged into an adventure bigger than anything she could have imagined.

A fluffy story I update whenever I feel like it, about two friends seeking adventure in the normalcy of life.