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

A selection of mlp poems, each inspired by a different episode

When Flurry Heart met Cozy Glow, sparks flew. A few things were bound to catch on fire.

“Smile,” my mother whispers, and I force my lips wider. I can hear the thud of his footsteps and I lean up on my tip-toes, puffing my crest up to its very highest. My father is coming.

The subdued ring of golden hooves on stone, echoing in the empty halls. The throbbing of an old wound torn open. Another betrayal. Another family broken. And the constant rubbing of the bandage against my furless flesh.

From the stars we come. Hundreds of us, crackling and brimming and burning with song. We dance through the darkness together, my sister and I.

Despair can swallow you up. Cranky Doodle wants to get better, but he doesn't know how.

Lil Cheese is starting her first day as intern at Marekham Asylum. Neon Brush is hoping today will be his last day there. Power ponies au.

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.

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—

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

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?”


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.

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.

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.