Twilight Sparkle is a unicorn, and she has a problem...

Frederic Horseshoepin is an obscure background pony who appeared in one episode and was instantly overshadowed by the pony next to him. Usually he's reserved to het shippers who are sick of the Octavia/Vinyl pairing.

I think that they have a good point. He's pretty cool, and deserves more love. And in this shipping anthology, I make sure that he's gonna get a whole lot of love.

Includes "What I Did For Love," a possible sequel to "This Nearly Was Mine."

Twilight breaks Celestia's doors.

But then, you'd be mad too, if your stupid brother got drunk and told you that you were adopted...

Twilight's curiosity pushes her to go where no bookworm has gone before: on dates. Dates with lots of unfamiliar (and not so unfamiliar) mares. It goes about as well as you'd expect.

A parody of dating websites in general, named after eHarmony.

Twilight composes a letter to the Princess about a terrible Hearth's Warming gift.

Featured on Equestria Daily, 23 June 2012.

Nightmare Moon visits Twilight in the night, and things get biblical.

Featured on Equestria Daily, 1 May 2012.

Distance can drive us apart. It can also bring us closer together.

After all is said and done, and the ponies have gone their separate ways, the only way they have to keep in touch is through letters.

Original Equestria Daily post is here
Russian translation
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Now with music and audiobook

==Originally written Fall 2011== Equestria Daily Post==
After a long day of ruling Equestria, the Royal Sisters need a chance to unwind. Luna's solution is a few glasses of her once famous Moonshine, a drink distilled from moonlight. Celestia has been sober for a thousand years, but the temptation to have "just one" glass proves too great. Yet, when that one glass turns into several, it's Twilight who will have to deal with the princesses when they’re drunk off their flanks.

Two years after her return from banishment, Luna finds herself lost. But with the aid of an unexpected friend, can she find solace in atrocity?

My name is Canvas. I remember because I wrote it in the corner of the white box. It takes twelve steps to get from the cot to the wall. And the lights hurt my eyes.

(Note: The story isn't in color because I decided to try this without the gimmick! But I still recommend reading the GDocs version.)