A series of short, single chapter stories I've made up on the fly because the thought popped into my head. They won't necessarily only take five minutes each to read of course, it was just a clever title I thought up on the fly. I thought it was kind of cute.

Of course, none of these will contain Explicit Sexual Content, and I will try to keep the Gore down to teen levels as well. No promises however.

What happens when a robophile meets a Cyborg?

Why, she kidnaps him of course!

Sugar Sweet is my character, Steelhoof belongs to Basalisk120. Picture related, mfw I finished re-reading it a week after writing this

Septimus isn't the luckiest guy. A musician that didn't quite make it in his dream career, he works part time as a sound technician. He's not terribly appreciated, and nobody cared enough to ask after him. The only thing keeping his life together is his nightly Parkour runs, free running his troubles away for a few hours.

But things get a bit interesting when he's visited by a mystery mare he hasn't met before, and can't seem to look at either, all on a Moonlight Promenade.

My name is Arc.

Ten years ago, I joined the gleaming order of the imperial guards under Guard Captain Shining Armour. I'm a unicorn who attended and graduated Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns. My teachers call me lazy and said I never truly tried to do anything. It's not my fault I sometimes find Magic difficult. It just happens!

But something's happened, and I'm not sure I'll ever be the same after this.

(I don't mind if you guys don't like this fic, as is standard, but please, if you downthumb it, tell me what it is you dislike about it so maybe I won't stuff up in future fiction. It'd be greatly appreciated)

Thanks ever so much to Maelstrom for this image~ I chose this one over Dusty's because he's in full armour, so you get it. And this is a fic I'm working on whilst taking a break because my creative juices were dammed up working on already written storylines, even if I was adding to them. WELCOME TO ARC ANGEL! Oh, and I might have to up the rating at some stage, I'll let you guys know if I do.

(Warning, not canon to the Phobia story arc, things will be different)

This story is a sequel to Nyctophobia

Sequel to 'Nyctophobia'. You asked, I delivered.

Skeleton Grin's finally found the love she's wanted in her foalhood crush and longtime desire Soarin. It's been quite some time since they first met that fateful night in the gardens of Canterlot in light of the Grand Galloping Gala and the pair have not only been married, but have had three fillies.

In a tale of sorrow, abandonment and heart wrenching loss, Skeleton Grin tells her side of the story from start to finish, from where she grew up to how she got her impressive collection of scars that litter her body surprising not only her children, but her love Soarin as well. Will her daughters ever see their patient, ever gentle mother the same again? And will Soarin's perceptions of this mare that he loves so much change for the better or for worse?

Here begins the tale of the ghosts of Skeleton's Past.

A down his luck actor finally gets over being jerked around. He sets off on his own, leaving the big cities in search of someplace to settle down, reach his dream. He always wanted a stage, always wanted to take his audience by storm. As such, his dream to own his own stage takes precedence in his mind.

And he could think of no better place than the countryesque town of Ponyville. Why? So much had happened there already, why not? Ponies would willingly go there.

Of course, style is important and where else in Ponyville would you go?

"Welcome to Carousel Boutique; where everything is chic, unique and magnifique, I'm Rarity, how may I help you~?

Sequel to Agliophobia.

(Another one to rewrite. Opinions welcome.)

Soarin. A household name across Equestria. One of the fabled Wonderbolts, Soarin has no shortage of fans, of both the male and female variety, not to mention those that supposedly love him. But there's something different about this one, about these letters. For one thing, they're not in envelopes and, let's get real, who sends scrolls anymore?

In a tale where Anonymity is considered everything by the young, lovestruck mare, will she ever be able to reveal herself to him in time to court him properly? Does she even stand a chance? What is she hiding that is so important that she cannot reveal herself? Will the author ever stop asking these stupid questions?

Canon to the Demonheart Sub-verse. Not an official part of the storyline, occurs after "Pyrophobia."
Sequel can be found here:
http://www.fimfiction.net/story/42725/Ghosts-of-Skeleton%27s-Past

Join Demonheart, Fluttershy and the other element bearers as life as the mane six know it is flipped as the mysterious new stallion joins the town upon which they live in. In a tale of Romance, Jealousy, theft, sorrow and paranoid ramblings, the mane six will discover something very interesting about their new friend.

Something he had hoped to never let them see.

Hi guys! This is the rewrite for 'A Demon's Rage'. And before you kill me, no I didn't steal the name from the Octavia story of the same name, I was unaware of it's existence when I created this. No Copyright. I did NOT make nor do I own MLP;FIM, although that'd be really AWESOME and there may be language in this fiction. Maybe. Oh, and bacon.

Follow the adventure of the Great and Powerful Trixie after leaving Ponyville at the conclusion of her disastrous visit. Bear witness to her hardships as she faces the land alone, her trials, tribulations, past and present.

But lo, who is this stallion she meets upon the road? Who cares right? She hates him immediately. He's the only stallion so far who has refused to throw himself at her hooves, babbling in awestruck wonder. Besides. He's so boring! No emotion whatsoever.

But I suppose... Any company is better than none?

The final words of the famous 'Starswirl the Bearded'. Scholar behind some of the most important breakthroughs in magical theory and practice in Equestria. On his last legs he writes what comes, no longer denying what he really thought, and not holding back.

Short, I wrote it in a vent but it turned out okay. It was only a few hundred words, but I hope you guys like it.