It was funny how forces who were irrefutably attracted to one another could pull farther and farther away from each other, like the sun and the moon in their never-ending chase. Rarity and Twilight had married and purchased a modest home on the outskirts of Ponyville eons ago. A refuge from their hectic and chaotic lives.

And yet, nowadays they never occupied it at the same time.

How strange, that it was a complete anomaly that two married ponies would be in the same room at the same time.

There is an infinite amount of space that stretches on past the farthest reaches of this earth. There are an ever expanding number of stars that reach on to forever, with their light pulsing ever onwards in an endless march. Empty palms, reaching for a never ending sky.

In Equestria, a unicorn looks at the sky and feels incredibly small. She wonders for a moment how much is up there, out there, hiding in the shadows behind the sun. She raises a hoof and tries to block out the moon, as if that very motion will obliterate all that is threatening to swallow her whole.

Standing on a street corner in Canterlot she shudders, and only blinks again when her companion nudges her. “What’s on your mind?” she asks.

The unicorn shudders and exhales, forming a small cloud. “It’s nothing, my dear,” she replies. “Merely… Thinking.”

A delayed older story that slipped under my radar, published for the RariTwi Bomb.

Maybe it was the way she saw her, crying on the bleachers late at night. Maybe it was the way she looked at her all those years later, with knowing, half-lidded eyes. Maybe it was the way that deep down she always knew what she was feeling. Even if she couldn't name it.

Maybe it was everything.

Written for the Quills and Sofas Speedwriting Content's Asexuality Contest, with expansions. Inspired by this song.

Everyone always asked Tank where he was going.

He never knew how to answer them. How could one say that when time eroded everything else away, there became less and less meaning in a purpose.

All he knew is that the time passed him by, the more he always seemed to be leaving.

That's when Philomena showed up.

Written for the third Quills and Sofas Expanding Universe contest. A sequel to Novelle Tale's Growing Together .

Art by Shaslan!

In the wake of an unspeakable tragedy, Cheerilee finds herself struggling to survive the long year ahead of her. But her former lover's death has left an open door: one that invites ancient figures and stories from old tales and legends. As the line between reality and mythology begins to blur, she can't help but wonder: what did Applejack do? And... did it kill her?

Cover art by Cereal.

A gift for my incredibly awesome buddy, Mushroom. Congratulations on everything you do, and keep kicking ass. May the world never stop you.

What happens to ponies when they die? Do they go to a good place? A bad one? Somewhere in between? Twilight hasn't been sure, but now that she's here... Well, she frankly still isn't sure.

Written for the Quills and Sofas "Coffee Shop AU" speedwriting contest. Published at the behest of Zontan. The author bears no ill will to any of the mentioned franchises and asserts they were merely the easiest ones to make horse puns out of.

This story is a sequel to Salmon Run

When the sky turns from clear to ash

And the sun fades to a distant memory

Will the birds appear in the morning?

A sequel to the story Salmon Run by my outstanding friend Mushroom. It is advised to read that story before this one, although they can realistically be read in any order. But you should still read it (it's very good).

Written in about an hour with permission from the original author as part of the Quills and Sofas Nostalgia Contest speedwrite.

It's been many years since Bright Mac and Pear Butter disappeared. Everyone had assumed they died, lost to Timberwolves on a fateful night. But what if that wasn't the case?

A story which takes place immediately following the Changeling reformation. A commission for Sunset_Shimmer83!

The stranger lives here now. I wish he'd go away.

An entry for the Thousand Words contest. Stop screaming. This is serious.

When some birds are born
Their mothers throw them from the sides of the nest
And tell them to fly.

An entry for the Thousand Words contest. Stop being weird. This is serious.