A year is kinda like a wheel on a wagon. It has its highs and its lows, but it always back around, just like the denizens of Sweet Apple Acres

Sunny Breeze is in Ponyville to meet Haye Bailer, his old comrade, best friend, and former coworker, in order to commemorate the past. Things do not go as planned, as the present throws in complicatiions and reminders of the past is never far away. Fic written for Veterans' Day 2014.

These are the meditations of Princess Luna as she goes for a walk one cool, blustery, fall afternoon. There is sadness. There is happiness. There is complexity. It all seems so simple, because it really isn't.

This is just one of those nights in The Zone, a group of strangers who consider each other friends, keep each other company around a fire as they spend the night keeping watching and swapping tales. Times like these are timeless, cherished, for none of them may see each other again, or survive until the next time. The stories they swap spread and take up residence in the collective folklore of that time and place. These are the legends of The Zone.

In the minutes just before the dawn of the day he must go to war, a royal Equestrian soldier ponders his lot. Just because the day is not yet begun does not mean that all is at rest. Just because something is promised does not mean that it is easy. Just because something is chosen does not mean it is desired. Just because something is obvious does not mean it is simple.

War is boiling over in Zebricy. On one night, it comes to neighboring Equestrian lands as seen through the eyes of four. One destroyed, one involved, one in charge, and one who watches. Four different experiences of one event to change the course of history. And it all begins with one place known only as Watchtower #3.

Equestria is a land at peace. Its neighbor, Zebricy, not so much. The land of the zebras is a is exploding into violence once again as a new civil war breaks out, this one threatening to boil over into Equestrian interests. Participate. Abstain. It will all end in death. A little fic I cooked up at midnight on Saturday on a hotel room floor during Bronycon.

You are King Vortex, the first alicorn, lord of the heavens, whose very purpose is to guide Equis through the heavens and make life possible. You are the mightiest in the world, but you are held at the mercy of your dreams of days glorious and wretched, of days before, before you became king of nothing. How did things get this way? This never was supposed to happen!
Most Dangerous Game contest entry.

Written for Memorial Day 2014. Farn Baumrinde returns from the recent war in the Crystal Empire on a very special day, one which holds very special significance to him. Partially inspired by "A Cup of Joe" by The Descendant.

In Equestria's neighbor, Afghenighnistan, a war rages. A deadly war, a quiet war, a dirty war, a war fought between the Equestria-backed government and its own citizens. A band of rebels plays a deadly game of cat and mouse against the soldiers sent to hunt them down. The commander of the soldiers, Commander Shining Armor, is a legend in the Royal Guard. His unique position, between the princesses in power and their boots on the ground, given him a unique perspective on a war which only worsens the harder they try to end it. This is a poem telling of a clandestine caravan carrying supplies for the insurgency in Afghneighnistan, the rangers sent to hunt them, the commander of the rangers, the princesses of Equestria, their lands and peoples, and how they all fit together.