Missing pony reports are skyrocketing, and investigations are leading nowhere. The ordeal is causing panic among Equestrians. Little did everypony know, a particular research organization is to blame for these disappearances, and they continue to withhold information.

WARNING: THIS STORY (AND STORY DESCRIPTION) CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR THE MY LITTLE PONY: FRIENDSHIP IS MAGIC SERIES. IT ALSO CONTAINS MANY SENSITIVE TOPICS SUCH AS DEATH, TRAUMA, MENTAL HEALTH CRISES, AND IS DARK/ANGSTY IN GENERAL. VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

This is a story I started a while ago on a different account. I figured it would be fun to pick up where it left off again, since I'm getting back into My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic (commonly abbreviated as MLP, or more specifically, MLP:FiM). I watched this show over and over when I was younger, and though I haven't quite caught up on all the lore, I still deeply appreciate the role this series played in my childhood.

This story takes place during the earlier seasons of My Little Pony, before Twilight became a princess. This is to accommodate for my poor memory of the newer parts of the show, and because this is the time period I am most comfortable writing in.

For those questioning why I would write such evil angst about cute little ponies getting traumatized, killed off, and maybe even tortured, just know that this is a creative work and does not reflect on my values and morals as a person. Lots of people partake in the MLP fandom's darker side to cope with their own traumas, relieve personal tension and stress, and express themselves in their own unique way. Think of it as punching or screaming into a pillow.

Each chapter will have appropriate trigger warnings listed at the very top. As a general warning, though, this will be emotional and uncomfortable, and will most likely contain descriptions of gore, death, mental struggles, and more. If you are uncomfortable with any of the topics listed, do not continue reading, and find other material to keep you entertained. I am not responsible for your actions, nor your mental health, but I do want you to take care of yourself. You don't have to trigger yourself for any reason whatsoever. Put yourself first, always.

It's been six months, six months since her brother disappeared, never to be seen again. Seventeen-year old, Emery Kane still lives in the shadows of that tragic night, still hidden away from the truth of her small innocent town.

Until one night, when she is sent a cryptic message stating that her brother going missing was never an accident. So Emery dives into a new world of lies, betrayal, dangerous alliances, and the war between love and reasoning.

Now haunted by guilt, she has to learn to swim through the misty waters of her past, run from the ghosts within her mind. And to decide how far she's willing to go, and how far she's willing to become. In the aftermath of a burning secret that won't only change her, but everything she was once taught to believe.

In a world where the deceased can send messages, a woman receives a chilling warning from her grandmother: “He’s coming for you.” When a masked killer begins targeting her family, she uncovers a dark legacy tied to her grandmother's past. As the body count rises, she must confront the terrifying truth behind the murders and fight to survive before she becomes the next victim.

The sky was dark, thick with clouds that churned like a brewing storm. The air was heavy, charged with an unseen force that made the very earth tremble. In the distance, the sound of metal clashing together echoed through the mountains, a violent symphony of war playing out across the battlefield.

Flames licked at the edges of the vast forest, turning the once-proud trees into skeletal remains. Smoke curled into the sky, choking the air with the scent of blood and ash. The war raged on, soldiers clashing, spells igniting the land, and battle cries mixing with the screams of the fallen.

Yet amidst the chaos, two warriors stood apart from it all.

One wielded a katana, its edge gleaming with an ethereal glow. His stance was poised, precise—his blue eyes cutting through the smoke, filled with a steely determination. Opposing him, a titan of a man gripped a bardiche, its crimson-streaked blade resting against his shoulder. His red eyes burned with fury, the weight of his convictions pressing down like an unshakable force.

For a fleeting moment, silence settled between them, the world itself seeming to hold its breath.

The warrior with the katana stepped forward, his voice carrying both sorrow and conviction. “We could’ve built the future together…”

The man with the bardiche exhaled sharply, his grip tightening. “In the past, I would’ve agreed with you… but now? I don’t think so.” His voice was rough, edged with finality—a severed bond that could never be mended.

No more words.

Only action.

They lunged.

In a flash, their weapons collided in a burst of light and shadow, the force of their clash sending a shockwave rippling through the battlefield. The impact split the ground beneath them, embers swirling in the air like dying stars. Sparks erupted as steel met steel, their strikes relentless—each one carrying the weight of history, of brotherhood, of betrayal.

They moved with inhuman speed, blades singing through the air in a deadly dance. The katana slashed forward in a streak of lightning, the bardiche countering with a crushing force that cracked the stone beneath them. Their battle raged like a storm, an unrelenting clash of thunder and fire, neither willing to yield.

They fought not as mere men, but as forces of nature, warriors whose duel would decide the fate of the world itself.

But this… this is the end of the story.

To understand how the world came to this—how two souls who once walked the same path now sought to end each other—we must go back.

To the beginning.

A work inspired by the song "Army Dreamers" by Kate Bush.

Originally this story came to me in a dream. I had dreamt that when we die, there is a place waiting for us beyond any realm of religion called Pandore. It's where the wicked, damned, and unredeemable reside. This place beckons for lost souls, and Clay, although not dead yet, is fighting fate so that he does not become one of them.

I'm hoping to make this a 20 book series. Currently, I have a few out but was recently diagnosed with a genetic brain disorder that has significantly slowed me down.

She gave her heart to the wrong man—but fate had someone else waiting in the storm

The Great Tree knows everything. An adventurer is hired by a mysterious cult to find this ancient plant, which holds the answers to the world's greatest mysteries. This is a story of ancient gods, secret societies, and the most repulsive acts in human history.

Hello there Everyone, 😊 👋 allow me to introduce myself, My name is Savanah Autman aka JerseyGal94; it is very nice to meet each of you on here and I hope we will be great friends and acquaintances on here as well. This is my very first time in writing a story on here so I hope it will be to the best of my ability.

Now, I'm pretty sure that you all might be familiar with the King Of Pop whom has moonwalked into our hearts regardless of what age we became good fans or en supporters of Michael Jackson, you heard right, THE Michael Jackson himself. Around 10+ years ago, I did a little short story on a website known as MJFICTION.com which is known for its outstanding fanfiction of the man himself in different genres. I posted one entitled ~*Why?~* the reason why I have such a name for a short fic is due to the fact that tragically, Mike left this world 16 years ago, and I could just imagine how distraught his children must have felt especially Paris who to me, in my opinion, was more of a Daddy's girl.

Anyway, here comes the short story, and please, get some Kleenex tissues because you're going to be on for a somewhat depressing ride. Let me know what you all will think of it. Thanks again for allowing me to be on your site!

Summary: A short story about a father's premature death, but it more affects the 2nd born. Told in Paris' POV.

All of my contest entries I have done for various competitions across Penana.

Each will be an issue on thier own, with awards won.

Kumiko and Alena are two orphans living through a gruelling war. There is grinding poverty, constant bombings, and looming soldiers. Kumiko wants to keep his younger sister safe from the war around them. But will he sacrifice his sister's heart in order to do so?

A paradise full of snakes and tables drenched in lies. Most people see fear as a weakness. It can be. It has to be. If I am to be effective, I have to put fear in other people. Or something a little more... permanent. I know that its not right, but I have to be ruthless. Because this is The River.