Winter Blossom watched the final pink petal tremble on the flower. The naked branches of the cherry tree were stark and black against the pale sky.

A short experimental fic focusing on split concurrent timelines, written as a gift.

This story is a sequel to Anything for an Answer

Journal Entry 42: She’s coming for me, I know she is. I know what she did to Cloud Chaser and Bulk Biceps and everypony else. And now I know, she won’t let me live—

A deliberately shitty sequel to Silent Whisper's story Anything for an answer, written with permission, for a Shitty EU contest, where a bunch of friends and I write sequels that undermine and ruin the prompt story.

TW for gore!

Sister Twilight of the Celestial Order makes an unsettling discovery in the bowels of the abbey.

Small world-building one-shot.

There once was a bittersweet mare and they called her Lemon Hearts. She was growing in my garden and I pulled her out by her mane, like a weed.

“Ow,” she said, bitterly. “What the hay are you doing?”

A comedy based on the song Lemon Boy. Entry for the QnS 'lyrics' contest.

A collection of stories with the wingspan of hummingbirds - too small to fly alone.

Minifics and flashfics.

Truth can be hard to find, and courage can be harder. Both are beautiful dreams, but Blueblood has a duty, and he will not forsake it.

An entry for the M/M contest (Blueblood x Trenderhoof) and the Imposing Sovereigns contest (Blueblood / Loyalty). As so many of my stories do, this takes place within the universe of Auntie Tia's Matchmaking Service.

Second place winner in the Imposing Sovereigns contest 2023, and second place winner in the M/M shipping contest 2023!

Fiddlesticks watched the two ponies in the gif embrace over and over again, and wondered how that would feel. How anything that Twilight Sparkle experienced would feel.

The story of a smart house and the digital souls within it.

Am I me if I’m just her? Am I her, rewritten? Am I myself at all? Questions circling in my head, day and night, waking and sleeping. Rattling like pennies inside a tin can.

A gift fic for a friend.

“Golly,” said a small voice, and Luna looked down into dull red eyes the exact colour of blood. A filly smiled up at her, no more than ten years old. “Who are you?”

Written for the 4th Cozy Glow contest, with the prompt Cozy Glow vs. .

TW: for implied off screen emotional abuse of a child.

My name was Sparkler. I was a pony with dreams and goals and ambitions. What am I now? A pebble rattles at the other end of the alley and my head jerks upright. Nothing visible. But then they never are, are they? Not until it’s too late.

This was written as part of the third Quills and Sofas Extended Universe contest, wherein we write sequels to each others stories. This is technically a sequel to a story titled The Hunt by Otter, but it's unpublished and honestly you don't need to read the prequel to enjoy this story. It's also something of a spiritual sequel or AU to this old story of mine, My Little Sister. It's definitely not the path I'd want Sparkler and Dinky's lives to take, but this is definitely my versions of those characters in a dark AU.