Fluttershy ponders her life and her innate worth.

A short exploration of mood in first person purple prose. Inspired by ugugg93's "Thirteen Days without Pink".

(Trigger warning: parental abuse)

On a clear spring morning, a human trapped in Equestria without a Bible teaches Twilight the meaning of Easter.

(Trigger and offensiveness warning, blatant Christianity. Written in two hours on Easter morning 2014.)

"Second reply to this post gets a story!" If you were in the MLP General thread on /co/ in 2011, you probably saw a post like this, followed by several crude suggestions. A couple dozen posts later, a three-part real-time fanfiction began, sometimes concluding in the next MLP General thread.

When the fandom first started, fanfics were rare and brilliant, and their authors honored for bringing more pony into existence. I shared in those heady early days, not because I sought honor, but because I wanted to make magic. To my surprise, I often did. I saw authors seeking story prompts or being given them unsolicited. So I tried my hand at it, and found that my imagination was bursting with amazing imagery and joy-filled scenes of friendship that I just had to share.

This is the collection of Duplex Fields' short fanfictions. As I edit my way through my older works, I will update this anthology. Not all of these came from story prompts, and I've lost track of which posts inspired some stories; most will have Author's Notes.

"Happy birthday! Three words gets you a quickfic." On deviantArt, anyone following you sees your birthday from a week away. For those I follow, for their stories or for their art, I post this message, and give them a short fanfic for their birthdays incorporating a theme of their choice, or two of the three words verbatim.

This is the official collection of Duplex Fields' birthday fanfictions. The first batch are more recent birthday quickies for the artists and writers I follow on deviantArt. If I missed one I wrote for you, please message me a link, so I can include it here.

When Pinkie cloned herself to have all the fun in Ponyville, she never imagined she'd be gazing down the barrel of Twilight's horn, wondering if she'd survive the afternoon. What makes a pony a thing worth being, and who determines that worth?

The title illustration is Reflect by Mewball of deviantart, used with permission. My personal thanks to The Descendant for pre-reading and offering good suggestions.

Can't fly. Might never fly. When a filly's dreams are stripped away by the evidence before her, she discovers a world of long and scary words, of short and hurtful words, and of patronizing glances which make her feel like less of a pony.

Takes place between Flight To The Finish and Twilight Time.

Preview picture: "Maybe Someday" by ~Tami-Kitten, used with permission.