The story of Applejack, who is not Twilight Sparkle and therefore not significantly worthy of my attention right now.

Twilight Sparkle just loves the new dress Rarity gave her for her birthday. So much so, in fact, that she's got to get her groove-thing on. Naturally, this leads to horrifying consequences.

Twilight peaches the peach peach until peach is peached peach'em.

Pinkie Pie is ready for a brand new day.

Pinkie's run out of helium for her balloons, and she won't be able to get any more for two whole weeks—which is practically forever. Thankfully, she's found one last balloon to hold onto, and she'll never it let it go.

It's hard work saving the world...

"Hello, Screw Loose. How are we doing today?"

An entirely plausible method by which Twilight Sparkle might have been stopped, had I cared enough to enact it.

We're all doomed.

When you're already as perfect as the Great and Powerful Trixie, there's simply no need for anything else.

When you've lost all your friends, you just have to make new ones.

Twilight Sparkle is officially bored out of her skull. Bored enough, even, to attend a squirrel's funeral. She's never been fond of the late Mr. Acorn, but with Fluttershy in tears, and nothing better to do... well, what are friends for?

In the beginning, the world was void and without form—and boring as well, since nothing lived on it and there wasn't all that much to do. For a long time the new world lay dark. Then Celestia chose to walk it alone, and there was light.

Fluttershy searches for Angel, lost in the Everfree Forest, and is forced to make a fateful decision

This is what happens to you.