Six women, all guilty of something. all looking for redemption, in their own ways. all forced into the penal corps. will they live long enough to even earn a ride home in a bag?

Colgate was originally supposed to be participating in a harmless magical experiment, but when she wakes up in an unfamiliar place with an unfamiliar voice in her ear, she thinks that maybe she doesn't really belong in equestria...

after being branded with a mysterious mark my a group of hooded figured in the human world, sunset shimmer is sent back to equestria in shame. when she arrives, she realizes that the mark was not the curse she thougth it to be.

a year ago they killed my sister,my only family,and since that day,I would have given anything to watch all they loved burn.now I've done just that.some say revenge is best served cold.I say it's best served covered in napalm.

on a dark and rainy night,mysterious howls are heard near ponyville, and there are sightings of a strange creature stalking the alleys and rooftops. of course,twilight decides to go find out what's going on,and when she does,she finds a boy in a

countless tales speak of a mysterious creature who exists in the everfree,a creature of fear and shadow.most of these tales are far from the truth,though some come close to the true story.

once,there was a hill.the hill was the sight of many great and pivotal battles,and the deaths of many brave warriors. it has been known by many names;Hastings, green grass,and leboran,to name but a few. heroes long dead now fight together here.

2 months since the incident, a joint force of the U.S.,the Russians, the British, the Germans,and the UN are working to cleanse the globe of the zombie virus.equis is infested the same way.one fateful day an I.C.U.T. team is teleported to equestria.

a mysterious pony with a name long forgotten and a past blacker than ash arrives in ponyville.this will be interesting...

this is where the stuff I think up that doesn't fit anywhere else goes,including a few one shot's that I feel like putting in here

two people,both suffering from mental issues,have been tasked with writing weekly letters to someone.they both end up choosing twilight.this would seem normal(to an extent),but when she actually gets them,and replies,that's where it get's w

three travelers- a raider, a wanderer, and a unicorn- share the dangerous roads of the midwestern wasteland.

a simple series of sad/dark pony poems that I write and/poems or get permission to record

my name is silverstreak. I'm a former soldier of the equestrian army.I left because I saw through the happy visage of love and tolerance that they put up to keep us from knowing the truth. now the flag of my homeland is a flag I can't salut

there are no heroes.they're all dead.that dosen't mean there's no right and wrong,but there are no heroes;only survivors and corpses.this is the wasteland and this is my story