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Nostalgia can be a funny thing – it's the sort of emotional impulse that makes a man do crazy things. Things like purchasing the "Sonic Underground" box-set, simply because I enjoyed it as a kid. But there's something inherently disappointing about nostalgia; the realisation that these experiences often remain a part of our childhood for a reason. Watching "Sonic Underground" as a 19-year old is a very different experience to watching it as a youngster on Saturday mornings. The once beloved show now appears to me as a train-wreck of embarrassing musical montages, repetitive pacing and rather dated animation. Getting old is no fun when it

 There were once two men seeking wisdom under the tutelage of an ancient master.  He  brought them into a dark room.  In the center were two metal lamps, each containing a flickering flame. "Grip your lamp by the base, endure the heat, and gaze into the flame," instructed the master.  "If your faith wavers and you look away, or your strength fails and you let go, even for an instant, you will be lost.  You will never be wise.  But gaze at the flame and, if you prevail, you will know truth." And the master left them. The two men gripped their lamps, and gazed into the light.   Soon the lamps grew hot from the fire within, and began to bu

The moon was chillingly beautiful. The young filly watched it silently; a rare moment of reverence for her normally exuberant personality. A chill ran through her tiny frame and she pulled the thin material closer around her fledgling wings, trying to trap her frail body heat beneath the scarlet cape and emblem. A smile pulled at the corner of her mouth as her lavender eyes caught sight of the insignia. The symbol glittered in the moonlight, tendrils of frost having begun to collect on the surface of the cape. Winter was coming - and soon. Her eyes fell away from the frost as she dismissed it. So what if it was cold? The filly nestled closer

"Would you tell anypony if you knew the world was going to end?" Twilight Sparkle paused in the middle of raising a steaming cup of cocoa to her lips and stared at Carrot Top. "The world? Going to end?" Carrot Top just nodded, her face a blank slate. Twilight took a quick sip before she replied. "Well, hypothetically speaking-" "No," Carrot cut in, then softened her voice. "No, not just hypothetically. Please, think about this before you answer." Twilight shook her head. "But there's so much I don't know." She rose to her hooves and paced back and forth across the hardwood of the library's floor. "Would it happen all at once, like an exp

From: Princess Celestia To: Rarity Dear Rarity, I would like to thank you for the gift of socks you sent my sister and I. I hear it's become quite the fashion trend, so congratulations! Honestly, just between you and me, it's a nice change for fashion to look good rather than incomprehensible. Would that this letter could be entirely good news, however. You no doubt remember Spike, Twilight Sparkle's draconic assistant? And that last year he entered a century sleep so that he could grow up? Unfortunately, word has reached me that Diamond Dogs have tunnelled into the cave where he was resting and have stolen most of the diamonds he was sleepin

From: Twilight Sparkle To: Princess Celestia Dear Princess Celestia, This is the first day of being on my own. And so far, it doesn't feel any different. I keep expecting to hear the sound of Pinkie Pie bouncing down the street, or look up into the sky and see a rainbow. I keep thinking I can smell apples. And that I'm not seeing my friends right now doesn't bother me because I'm so sure they'll be by later. Even though I know they won't. It's connected in my mind but not in my heart. And all the goodbye parties in the world can't change that. Isn't that a good thing, though? Even though I'm leaving Ponyville I don't feel like I'm leaving my

This work of fan fiction contains characters, ideas, situations, and places found in the Hasbro Studios series "My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic". No infringement of copyright is implied by this work of satire and parody, and this work is meant as a celebration of the people involved in the creation, development, and production of the series. "The Song of Syhlex" Written by The Descendant Inspired by the Image "By Celestia's Might" by John Joseco It was quiet enough in the library that Twilight could almost literally feel the cabin fever growing behind her eyes. The winter had already set in firmly, wrapping the tree into which the li

The following is a transcription-via-spell from questioning sessions involving the individuals responsible for the events taking place at Mayor Mare's residence and the Heavenly Hooves Day Spa. Ms. JELLY DONUT is the recorder (and ardent admirer of our boys in blue), and all actions are taken from her own observations as well as those of fellow policeponies. Police dialogue was added later during the compilation of these reports to give a more complete view of events of that night. All swear words have been edited out to spare our wonderful Princess' sensitive eyes from vulgar police dialogue. [BEGIN RECORDING] *click* [RECORDER'S NOTE: Se