This story is a sequel to Sombra, Aman

The dreams of ponies are strange and unpredictable beasts. Even with Princess Luna guarding their sleep from nightmares, ponies, like many creatures, are prone to dreams that make little sense to the minds of the awake.

One night, Rumble sleeps. He has such a dream.

And when he awakes, he finds himself compelled by it.

This is the second story in a project I'm doing with my good friend Regidar, in which we switch several aspects of our writing styles and see how we operate within one another's boundaries.

This story is a sequel to You Don't Know Sweetie Drops

Nightclubs are known for three things: dancing, booze, and substances less-than-legal in nature.

Somepony takes one of these substances. She doesn't know which one. Maybe it's a combination of them. Maybe it's one nopony else has ever taken.

But the experience she has afterwards is something that she will only slightly remember and, tragically, mostly forget.

This is the fifth and final story in a project I'm doing with my good friend Regidar, in which we switch several aspects of our writing styles and see how we operate within one another's boundaries.

Cover art is by ragin skittles.

This story is a sequel to Sleep

The battle was ended. Celestia had defeated Nightmare Moon by sealing her sister in the moon for a thousand years.

Not long after the end of the battle, Celestia desires to be alone. She dismisses her court, promising to them that she would return.

Three days pass. Celestia doesn't come back quite yet.

This is the third story in a project I'm doing with my good friend Regidar, in which we switch several aspects of our writing styles and see how we operate within one another's boundaries.

Cover art by katiramoon.

King Sombra has ruled the Crystal Empire for centuries. Throughout his rein, he has done little but create pain and suffering for all those who live in his domain. Their lives mean little to him, and they matter little in his endless, unquenchable thirst for power and hunger for influence.

He is impervious to any negative feelings, for long ago, he had quenched them.

Then he sees something different.

This is the first story in a project I'm doing with my good friend Regidar, in which we switch several aspects of our writing styles and see how we operate within one another's boundaries.

Cover art is by fruitbloodmilkshake.

The past few years have been filled with trails and tribulations and surprises and pleasantries aplomb for Twilight Sparkle. The friends she has made, the challenges she has faced, and the things she has learned have all faded into recent memory and, in some cases, fallen into eternal legend.

And now, it is the most peaceful night of the year. And Twilight Sparkle, at the latest hours of this peace, has gone out to her old dwelling to reflect.

Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Kwanzaa, Happy Winter Solstice, Merry Jinglemas, and a Happy New Year. I hope this humble gift to all of you brings you some measure of joy and some measure of reflection.

They say all it takes is one bad day to throw an entire life out of whack.

Babs Seed hasn't had very many good days.

This is one of the worst ones.

I started this several months ago, dropped it, then picked it back up again a few days ago just to see if I could get another thing out. Please note that this is what I like to call bleakfic, as in, it's not going to be very uplifting, and that this is also a very experimental fic, so certain rules of writing and English in general have been intentionally ignored for pretention artistic effect. Enjoy.

Braeburn was in love.

Problem was, he weren't sure if said love would return his affection, and so he did confront said love about it.

Ol' Macintosh broke Braeburn's little heart, and the little cowpoke was just about ready to give up and consign himself to a life of bitterness, disappointment and unhappiness.

But when an opportunity shows herself, Braeburn decides to take a plunge, hoping that Macintosh would change his mind at last.

If only he knew what powers he did deal with...

Rated Teen for now, debating necessity of clop. Therefore no warnings section... For now.

But here. Have some BraeMac and silly gay romance stuff. Because I wanted to show up Guy_Incognito do it for the goodness of wanting to do it.

Thank you, and enjoy.

Edited by members of the glorious Story Cabel.

Kinda featured (you have to turn Mature off to see it in the box) 9/18/2013

If you downvote before reading you're an immature, homophobic prick.

THIS IS A DEAD FIC

Sweetie Belle awakens one day to find that Death has made a serious clerical error, and accidentally took the lives of every single other living thing in Equestria. Knowing that she might go insane if left alone, and needing her potent young unicorn magic, Death brings her along to journey on hoof to Canterlot, in hopes that they can revive Princess Celestia and, hopefully, repair the damage that Death has inadvertently done.

They say that getting there is half the fun... And thus, on the way to the castle, Death and Sweetie Belle engage in philosophical debate. For after all, who better to ask about life and living than one who has seen so man lives lost, for years almost infinite and forgotten?

Incomplete, further chapters are in progress, the philosophy begins in chapter two so otherwise you'll have to wait. Enjoy the introspectivity.