Author's Notes:

This is a collection of min-shorts all 500-1000 words in length, each detailing a tragic death in Equestria. Updates will come five a day with three original chapters, and two guest chapters. Should anyone wish to submit a guest chapter, PM the author or comment a link to a google doc. And yes. It will have 1000 chapters.

Fancy pants and Fleur De Lis stared out at the night sky together, watching the stars twinkle. Normally, they would’ve been down at the festivities going on downtown tonight due to one of the princesses getting married, though instead they had chosen to stay the night in and look at the event through the windows of their luxurious home. Neither of them knew that declining a royal invitation meant death itself would be waiting at their door by night’s end.

Fleur snuggled up next to Fancy Pants as they stared out the window together, watching all of the flashing lights and dancing going on in the distance. She looked down at him, eyes pondering for a moment whether or not she should ask him to go to the huge celebration with her. She simply shook her head, casting the thought from her mind and leaning against him.

“We should be down there, you know,” Fleur said, nuzzling him. “I don’t know why you wanted to stay inside so badly. We could’ve easily spent time together out there.” With a small sigh and a giggle, she once again looked over to meet his gaze. All she could see were his beautiful eyes, holding her gaze. Neither of them noticed the rainbow contrail shooting up into the sky, or the very ominous looking cone of air around it.

“I’ve told you already, dear. I’m far less nimble than I used to be. I’d just be stepping on ponies’ hooves and bumping into everypony. They’d kick me out before we even had the chance to finish the first dance.” Fancy Pants chuckled, pulling Fleur closer to him. He turned her face towards him, leaning in for a soft, loving kiss with the love of his life. Imagine his surprise when a loud boom shot out throughout Canterlot, the sound of explosions going off right next to him stunning him as he closed his eyes.

Suddenly he heard a thump, and tasted copper.

When he open his eyes, he looked down, only to see his love crumpled on the ground, eyes and mouth frozen in a scream of terror, with hundreds of shard of glass buried in her face, neck, and midsection. Fancy panicked, stumbling a bit. He was starting to feel dizzy. He was also starting to feel light headed… And he could feel his neck throbbing. He looked down, only to see a rather large shard of glass sticking out of the right side of his neck. And then he collapsed beside his lover.

Both of them lay side by side, mingling in a pool of each other’s blood as they reached out their hooves to each other in a desperate attempt to connect before the bitter end. Neither of them had expected the night to end so suddenly. Perhaps if they’d been with the other ponies, then they would have been safe, a glass wouldn’t have pierced Fancy’s jugular. Perhaps Fleur wouldn’t have been standing so close to the window, and wouldn’t have had several major arteries severed.

In the end, the lovers’ perfect night together was shattered. But at least they got to end it with a bang.