Rearguard of the night
Unusual solutions to unusual problems.
Wendigo
Mister Cake, just...cake
lazy sundays and
Yes my sister controls the sun. But I control the stars.
Enough is enough, time to kill your heroes.
Octavia goes surrealistically insane.
It is said, that at the turn of the century, every century, in the town of Ponyville, in the dead of the night, they will rise up.
From their graves, tombs, mausoleums and crypts. The chattering Revenants of yesteryear. Their dead bones a-knocking.
It's said that they'll don their finest. Their dusty frock coats and their moth-eaten petticoats. Their hob-knots and their worn leather boots. And they'll dance and they'll march.
And at the head of this parade of the mad, will be the maddest of them all. The Lady in Pink is her noms de guerre.
But fret not dear child. You should never glimpse upon the parade of the mad. You'll be in bed by the time they rise from their grave!
Fancy Pants recounts how he met his wife
Winona Apple. Honorary recipient of the Equestrian Medal of Valor and one time recipient of the Purple Heart.
Here lies the best damn friend anypony could've met in that hell hole. One who went above and beyond the call of duty.
Warrior
Savior
Friend
A collection of post-apocalyptic campfire stories
Luna and Nightmare Moon take a walk.
a little mix of my short stories, discontinued because it worked in the complete opposite manner of my planning. Stories will still be here, don't worry. I just don't wanna post them here.
A compilation of short stories depicting different things
(marked others because there will be too many main characters)
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