Sweetie Belle wakes up after a bad night to find herself in a strange new world. Lost and confused, she journeys to find a way back to Equestria, back to her family and friends, never knowing where she might go, what strange creatures she might meet, or what her purpose in this world was.

Still, the stars are listening closely.

The nightmares were becoming frequent recently, but Sunset Shimmer had never faltered, however bad it could get.

Last night was the last straw.

With a bicycle, a map, a music player, a purse, a set of clothes and a conviction, she runs off into the night.

Knowing she could only run so far.

Rated 'T' for a single use of a certain colorful word that starts with 'F'

Beautiful image by Author-chan

Later chapters will have violence, gore and sexual themes of a visceral nature. You have been warned.

If one would ask Pinkie on her work as a detective back on the train, she would say she had (in her words) a million, billion, gajillion years of experience, tracking down every sneaky pony down that did-done-dood it! But even the greatest detectives have humble beginnings, so where does hers start?

It started a long, long time ago, in a small rock farm, where Pinkie Pie was the lowly assistant to the greatest detective of all time.

Her sister, Maud Pie.

This story is a sequel to Black Canvas

The time for a jolly good Hearth's Warming has come yet again, and what better way for Rainbow and Taciturn to celebrate their favorite holiday by going out and have fun?
Of course, Rainbow Dash had her sights set on something more. She had been through every challenge that she been tossed into and now, she thinks she's ready to move on; to continue her life with Taciturn by her side every night. She's ready to be his loving, happy wife.

Surely nothing could go wrong this time.

This story is the third in a series. It is recommended you guys read And He Silently Painted A Rainbow and the second-parter, Black Canvas if you do not want to get lost.

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Art by TheLittleBear

Queer, isn't it? How life works. Every life has its own twists and turns, and to know where each twist and each turn that goes wrong is my specialty, for I'm the pony that is always there to make it right.

You might know me as the Doctor, what with my TARDIS and gizmos to make everything perfect and shipshape, all-the-round great! You have a problem, and I'll fix it. Easy as it is!

Sadly, all good things must come to an end, and as each day passes, that fearful hour approaches closer and closer, where I have to play the part of letting go. And I don't want it to happen.

Even if I have no idea what am I letting go of.

This story is a sequel to Of Laurels & Lace

A year has past since the fall of the northern city of Pendant Lakes, and Equestria is under threat of an attack like no other from an enemy that Rarity had thought to have perished in its depths. Bombings plague the nation, secrets start unraveling and when chaos soon overruns the country, it will not be long before a terrifying truth kept hidden will be unraveled to her.

Journeying beyond Equestrian Borders was Pinkie Pie, found with no recollection of her past life and on her own travels with the enigmatic Caravan, exploring places far and wide. However, when the world soon turns to chaos and her past comes into clarity, she would soon find that the world is not as it seemed.

These two mares, along with her friends, will uncover what could be the greatest conspiracy that none other than the alicorns had kept hidden from the world for so long. A secret that Celestia and Luna had kept silent about. A secret threatened to be exposed by none other than their oldest adversary.
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Sequel to my other story, Of Laurels & Lace. It's required for you to read that, or you won't understand any part of the story. Plus, the prequel still requires a lot of editing, so don't expect it to be as glorious as my more recent works.

Tips, critiques, full-fledgling reviews and such are welcome!
Cover art by Carnifex / Siansaar (deviantArt)

EDIT: Story has been recently recovered and reposted as of April 2013. A big thank you to the awesome jackrose for his contribution!!

This story is a sequel to And He Silently Painted A Rainbow

Hearts & Hooves Day is arriving soon, and Rainbow Dash had prepared many plans to spend time with her new and special coltfriend, Taciturn Bleach. However, a small note soon found its way onto her doorstep, and it wasn't long before she had to be whisked away to attend, much to her disbelief, a funeral: the passing of Taciturn's father.

Sure enough, Rainbow soon found herself at the grand estate of Taciturn's family, despite the colt's slight whimpers. However, behind the luxury of such a wondrous home, the mare quickly realized that there was more to his life than just paintings and his carefree attitude, and beneath the solace of his home slept the skeleton in the cupboard that Taciturn had never wanted her to find.

Every pony has its secrets, but sometimes the silent ones keep the darkest secrets...

Cover art made by me. Yay!
Sequel to And He Silently Painted A Rainbow. You might have to read that first, or you probably won't understand anything from this story.

Hearth's Warming Eve was one of the many holidays where Rainbow Dash would've appreciated, with sledding alongside the rest of the Mane Six and her usual snowball fights with Scootaloo. Instead she was stuck with nursing a pony who had, much to her dismay, a few problems of his own.

Through the twelve days towards the Winter Wrap Up, however, the pony, inaptly named Taciturn Bleach, began to inspire her, only by his rare and drastic talent; one that she had found out perplexed most, if not, all of the ponies around, including her.

After all, not all rainbows have to be colorful to be perfect.

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Author's Note: Each chapter will be released in the twelve days of Christmas, so it's gonna be a quick one!

There was nothing better for Fluttershy than to hide in her warm, cozy cottage during a powerful snowstorm. However, when a specific figure comes knocking at her door, not to take her in his embrace, but to ask for her hospitality...

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