Wine, music, and death. Just a typical dinner party for Octavia Melody.

Why does Scootaloo use her scooter?

When somepony you love dies, you wish for nothing more than to turn back the clock and stop it.

What if something so simple as being loud can be derived from simply reading an innocent letter?

A day of remembrance and regret. A day of wistful recollection and reaching. A day of realization. The apple never falls far from the tree and neither did Big Macintosh.

When a simple nighttime stroll after a performance takes a turn for the worst, Octavia, a simple musician, is forced to deal with a world she had never known.

When faced with a question that has no true right answer, what will our book-loving unicorn do?

A small, nameless town on a nameless road... nothing scary here... right?

Now, don't get me wrong, I love to hang out with my fillyfriend Bon Bon... But man, sitting on that bench has got me seeing some crazy things.

Rarity's dreams have come true, or have they?

Death, something that drives the world. Hand in hand they move, Time and Death

How does one help another that helps others?

Can one foal's warmth be enough to heat the cold ice of another's heart?

When you gain popularity, it comes with a price.

Sometimes writers just want to write in peace.... And sometimes ponies don't let them have that peace they so badly crave to have.