Chaotic Harmony, a pony who crafted mystical stories of woe that made ponies return to their beds and sob as well as one who crafted those that made tears that sprouted from laughter, figured that a simple trip to the market wouldn't change anything about his day other than how much ink was in his inkwell.

Of course, he was wrong.

Just saying this now in my amazing fourth wall breaking powers, don't take this fic seriously. Seriously. You're brain cells will die if you do.

A semi-sequel to Sunshine and Celery... Stalkers?
<This was written as a gift to me by one of my good friends on IRC, who told me I could post it here. I hope you enjoy the randomness.>

Inspired in part by the coverart
Dear Princess Celestia,

Today I learned...

A snowy night.
An empty road.
A Blinding Darkness
Surrounding two ponies.
Two ponies just entering the age of adulthood.
The look towards each other
across the empty chasm of night
and smile as the warmth of a light
blooms between them.

(Coverart from Jamey4 who is an AWESOME GUY. Go check his stuff out)
<Inspired by Coverart>

Trixie was defeated. The Amulet of the Alicorn and its deadly curse was taken away and hidden where nopony would ever find it in their unfortunate hooves again...

But Trixie will find that such a magical artifact's power doesn't depart from one so easily as that.

She will learn the true power of the Alicorn's Curse, as well as the pain that it brings.

Maybe somepony else will too.

Love is the most sacred of magics, possessed by all but commanded by few. It is the driving force behind life in Equestria, the lifeblood of pony civilization.

But when a new kind of magic arrives in Equestria, it is up to its bearer, Twilight Sparkle, to decide its fate...
or perhaps it's up to the magic to decide hers.

Featured on Equestria Confidential: 8/30/2013

Special Thanks to iOctavia for being an awesome bro and prereading for me! He also does writing of his own, so go check him out!~
<New Coverart provided by: Link>
<Old Coverart found here: Link>

The gritty wind blew around the seven as they stood proudly atop the hill, whistling as it passed them by and carrying the overwhelming sound of hissing on its gusts. Below them stood a writhing, black mass with what looked like insect wings jutting from the individual shapes that formed it.

"Hey... girls?" Twilight couldn't keep the quiver out of her voice as she stared into the pure-blue eyes of their foe.

"Yeah, Twi?" Applejack's voice was as steady as ever, if heavy with a sad resignation.

"See you on the other side."

Inspired by the image from AssasinMonkey!

When we lose all of what makes our world be special, how can we even bear to keep going in life? How does one even begin to start coping with such a thing? One cellist, called Octavia by those who knew her, does just this. She throws the cruel destiny that the harsh fates had bestowed upon her aside and stands proudly upon the stage of the world to play her instrument, her life, louder than any other.

She plays on the strings that make no sound.

Super-special thanks to the artist who let me use his art! Here's his page! Link

Posted on EqD (11/22/2012) EqD Page.

The Great and Powerful Trixie, dethroned from the top of the performing world, was cast into the realm of the forgotten after the events of the Canterlot Wedding. She has nothing. No pity bestowed upon her, no place to call her home, no pony to call her friend.

One day, when walking down the streets of a nameless town, her life changes for the better...

...or for the worse.

Chaotic Harmony, a pony who crafted mystical stories of woe that made ponies return to their beds and sob as well as one who crafted those that made tears that sprouted from laughter, figured that a simple trip to the market wouldn't change anything about his day other than how much paper he had in his desk.

Of course, he was wrong.

<Special Thanks to HeatWave for doing the coverart!>

[Please note that this is in no way meant to be taken seriously nor is it an accurate representation of my other works]

The air rushed past her ears with a howl, the currents cutting at her skin as she dived towards the earth. An irrepressible smile spread across her face as her mane waved behind her in the wind, only to have the smile wiped away as what awaited her on the ground made itself known.

Inspired by this image by tassadoul.