Fluttershy lives a peaceful life with her geese, taking them every night to graze in the meadows above the palace, hurrying home before the forbidden sun rises. She tries not to look at the statues of the fallen princess with her sun cutie mark, broken and half-buried in the undergrowth. She tries not to look at the Midnight Spire as it rises before her, dark and terrible.

Trigger Warning: and please take these seriously, as this story gets dark - blood, injury, violence, elements of abusive relationships, and even some slight suggestions of non-consent. These aren't used gratuitously and are treated with the appropriate horror by the main character. Please do not read if any of this will be triggering to you. This is an exploration of what the Nightmare Moon AU would be like for poor Fluttershy, and is correspondingly dark.

This story is the first of four. The second is The Sorcerer and the Seneschal, with the others coming soon.

This was originally written as a christmas present for Zontan and if you like the tone of it I suggest you read his Shadow Within.

It is a terrible thing, to lose the pony you love. Lightning Dust has been alone since Fiddlesticks died, and she can no longer conceive of any other way to be.

A tale of grief and recovery.

This is a standalone story, but does take place in the universe of Auntie Tia's Matchmaking Service.

What is an aide without a master to serve? What is a secretary without her princess? Without Celestia...without her, I'm nothing.

This is vaguely FoE so if you don't like that don't read it. TWs include some milder gore, and insanity.

And then they kissed. And Trixie’s heart shattered into a thousand pieces.

Trixie is on the verge of saying something to Starlight. Finally. But then she sees Sunburst and Starlight together, and her world begins to crumble.

Written for the Quills and Sofa 'drama' contest.

A princess languishes in a tower;
A dragon guards this fragile flower.
Who will ascend the lofty spire
To save the maiden from dragonfire?

The old potionmaker lives deep in the woods with her adopted daughters Lily and Daisy. Their days together are simple and sweet, and the flowers in their garden bloom every summer without fail. But in the darkness of the Everfree something else is stirring, and its roots stretch deep.

Written for the Q&S Flower Ponies Contest.

TW: Some gore and horror.

Izzy doesn't get why ponies don't want to be friends. Sunny doesn't get why the little purple unicorn makes her feel the way she does. Turns out there are a lot of things both of them just don't get.

Magister Twilight Sparkle, the most intelligent pony in Equestria, is also the most unspeakably bored. But a certain white-coated unicorn might be the perfect distraction.

A breezie who strays too far from home finds herself face to face with a giant.

Written a year ago for the QnS Breezies Contest in 35 minutes. Quick little slice of life thing.

Captain Lightning Dust of the airship The Washout has everything she wants. Everything but a cream-coloured mare who plays the violin like a soul possessed.

Maybe my entry for the crackship contest, I'm still deciding.