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.

“Be good girls, and don’t touch anything while I’m gone, alright? I don’t want you getting hurt, alright?” Rarity looked around nervously, as if somepony were watching her in secret. “And I certainly don’t want you to touch my sewing machine without me here. I don’t want you to break anything either.” Rarity cast a suspicious glare upon Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, and Sweetie Belle. Most of it was focused on Sweetie Belle.

“Alright, Rarity, we promise we’ll be good!” All three of the fillies shouted in unison, seeming just a bit too rehearsed for Rarity’s taste. Still, however, she was in a hurry, and she had some place to be. With that, Rarity waved to the trio and headed out on her way to Ponyville, locking the door behind her on her way out. The three waited a few moments before chattering together about all of the things that they planned to do that day.

“Cutie Mark Crusaders Seamstresses YAY!” the three little fillies piped up as soon as Rarity was most definitely out of earshot from their loud antics. Scootaloo immediately hurried over to the sewing machine while Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom went to collect fabrics for the new costumes that they were planning to make that afternoon.

“Ugh… Scootaloo. Get away from the sewing machine! I’ve told you a million times, you don’t know how to use it, and if it breaks, Rarity will kill me!” Sweetie Belle shot Scootaloo an angry glare, warning her to step away from the machine as she brought bolts of fabric over to the table where the machine resided.

“Come on, Sweetie Belle! What’s the worst that can happen! Your sister uses diamond needles for crying out loud, and she’s had this thing for like ten years! I think it’s proven that it’s pretty sturdy.” Scootaloo giggled, giving the side of the machine a small tap and looking to Apple Bloom for support. Apple Bloom nodded her head and jumped up next to Scootaloo.

“Please, Sweetie?” Apple Bloom asked, giving the best begging eyes she could managed. “We just wanna try it once! Ya always get to use it whenever we need it!”

“Fine. Just once. And don’t start it up unless I say too, okay?” Sweetie sighed, sliding the fabric into the proper place. She didn’t realize that a part of her mane was in the way. “Alright, go!”

In an instant, the needle began hammering away, and Sweetie began to scream bloody murder as it pounded her mane, sewing her hair into the fabric and bringing her head closer to the working needle. Apple Bloom and Scootaloo both panicked before they turned their head to the opposite side of the machine, the strange gurgling sound they heard disturbing them.

Sweetie’s head was being repeatedly pounded with the needle as it drilled it’s way into her skull, smoke rising from the machine. Within a few moments, Sweetie was gurgling blood as the diamond needle mashed her brain into mush, garbled baby talk escaping her lips as her two best friends stared on in absolute horror.

But… You see, that’s the sort of thing that happens when you don’t follow directions, kids. Karma always finds a way to get ahead.