“I lose myself in the music and tug cold, dead notes on a page into sonorous, transcendent life. And momentarily they fall back into oblivion, these notes. It's an immediacy and tragedy no writer or painter or sculptor could know; it's a magic of a kind no unicorn horn could ever come close to, and I am privileged and humbled to be a part of it.”

“I can see the smile on her face, all genuine, and I can see the concentration on her brow. She's into this performance. She's really into it. You can feel, FEEL the passion wellin up inside of her. In her every motion there's nothin but pure, unapologetic life. She's doin what she loves, she's good at it, and there's nothin sexier than that.”

Stress. Self-betrayal. Worries about where you're going in life. And a chance encounter with a fellow performer to show you that maybe it's not all not all that bad.

Pre-read by the inimitable Blue_Paladin42 & jlm123hi. I arrogantly spurned their advice on literary conventions, so if your eyes start to bleed, blame me.

Warning: Contains feels, cuddling without sex, naughty words, and more than one endash.

Rainbow Dash is a proud mare. She'd be the last to deny she has plenty to be proud about. And even as the years catch up to her, she's as strong and fast as she ever was. She can still clear the skies as quickly as any young pony.

And yet nopony seems to think she's capable of looking after herself.

Thanks to my pre-readers, Blue_Paladin42 and jml123hi.

Now with a dramatic reading by Dr. Wolf.

Three years ago, ponies discovered Amaranth, a desert world of ancient, abandoned technology and countless mysteries. It has become the frontier for the unscrupulous, the adventurous and the dispossessed. Salvor airships ply the skies, pirates prey on the weak and idealists seek to unify the disparate.

Three months ago, Scootaloo left Equestria for Amaranth. She hasn't been heard from since.

Now Sweetie Belle searches for her lost friend, to find her, tell her the truth, and bring her home. But as she does so, she stumbles upon a great and terrible secret sought by a number of dangerous and powerful creatures. A secret that explains the shared history of Amaranth and Equestria and could spell the end of both worlds.

Primarily an adventure tale with aged-up Scootabelle shipping as a plot element.

Thanks to my pre-readers, Blue_Paladin42, jml123hi and Not A Hat.

Cover art used with the kind permission of Valhalla Studios. 'Cause airships.

A RariPie romance

Pinkie Pie has had a crush on Rarity for many months. After discovering Rarity feels the same way, she finds herself tagging along on a business trip to Manehattan.

A city that never sleeps, a city of joys and glee. All with her glamorous new girlfriend by her side. It should be everything she had ever dreamed of. But worries, insecurities, and the strain of trying not embarrass Rarity in polite society soon start to take their toll. If Pinkie really wants this relationship to succeed, she's going to have to drop the frivolity and work harder than she ever has before.

Pre-read by Blue_Paladin42 and jlm123hi, who stop me from writing dumb things.

Picture used with kind permission of Pinkproposal.

Flightlessness? Changing friendships? Booze and boys and beats?

Growing up sucks, and staying a filly while the world moves on around you is even less fun. But Scootaloo is determined not to let any of that get in the way of having fun and being the pony she wants to be.

Pre-read by Blue_Paladin42 and jlm123hi.

Cover art vector by ~tgolyi

Tonight the dead return to see the living. For one night, from sunset until sunrise, each living pony will be visited by one dead pony. Secrets will be unearthed, and unheard tales from the depths of history to the near past will be revealed.

Pre-read by the transcendentally helpful team of Blue_Paladin42, Georg, and jlm123hi.

Cover art by lewyty.

"This is no innocuous storybook horror to be swept under the mental rug at daybreak with a hearty breakfast and a mug of tea. Two reasons: First, when I awake, I am cold and alone, and I am still being hunted. Second, more importantly, I think they can get to you from within your dreams. I am quite sure that one member of the institution that seeks me is a dreamwalker. A nurse told me this once. She said many false things, but I believe she was right about this."

Caveat lector: Mildly experimental psychological horror inspired by Ligotti and Poe. May be scary and/or plotless.

Little sister, I confess. I was the one who released Nightmare Moon. I was the one who cast the spell that unlocked Discord. I was the one who brought the Changelings to Canterlot and I was the one who dragged King Sombra and the Crystal Empire back from the aether. All this I did for Equestria. All this I did to save Equestria.

Alone and far from Equestria lies a dragon; before him, a photograph of him and a mare he once loved. He remembers the moments they spent together, the moments that made him who he is, the moments that explain how he got here, and the moments that tell him where he is going.