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.

Trixie grumbled silently to herself, disappointed at being so petty in her previous encounters with Ponyville. It wasn’t like she wanted to be hated. Though she felt that she probably could have done with a little less boasting and humiliating of audience members. Trixie sighed, looking back to the travelling wagon that she always hitched to herself whenever she went on the road to her next show. It was her mobile home, so to speak.

With each bump, Trixie shivered. She felt the wagon shudder behind her, and it felt as if at any moment the whole thing would just come apart and she’d be forced to continue on, technically classified as homeless. Trixie shook her head to rid herself of such dark thoughts, inwardly wincing as she felt the wheels rock and shake, threatening to buckle under all of the weight they carried.

“Just a little more, Trixie. Then you can pack up for the night and get out of this Celestia forsaken harness…” Trixie thought out loud, trying to encourage herself and ignore the splitting pain that she was feeling in her back. She’d been travelling for hours now, and she didn’t think she could go on much longer.

Just as she was about to give up, Trixie found a patch of flat land. And then her front left wheel collapsed, sending the cart tumbling to the ground. She groaned. She would just have to fix it herself then and bunk here for the night. She could get it professionally done when she reached the next town over. Unfortunately for Trixie, her instincts about wheels were right.

Trixie lifted the front cart up in her magic, removing the wheel and getting under the cart to make sure none of the axles were damaged at all. She sighed, seeing that the one that held the broken wheel had also snapped and that she’d have to repair it. She fished around for a few moments before selecting a rather strong magical adhesive. It would have to do for now.

She climbed underneath the wagon, trying to manipulate the axle into a position where she could properly apply the adhesive as she held it in her mouth. Trixie’s eyes shot open wide as she felt the wagon shudder once again. She’d have to finish fast.

What Trixie couldn’t see, was that just behind her head, the other two wheels were about to give out after years of hard work, and a long time without maintenance. Suddenly, she heard a sharp crack behind her, followed by a lurch. It wasn’t much, but as the wheels gave out and the wagon started to tilt, it was just enough to make her lose her grip on the front of the cart. Trixie screamed in terror for about a second before a hideous squelch echoed throughout the empty area she was in and her blood began to pollute the road.

After all, it was only a matter of time till her road trip came to a crashing halt.