It's zap apple season again and the Apple family is in hot water. An enormous debt, unrelenting heat, and an ill Big Mac forces Applejack to turn to Twilight for a potion that will keep her awake long enough to get the work done. It works like a charm... until she realizes that it isn't wearing off. Terrible things happen to a pony deprived of sleep... Applejack's mind turns to madness and she becomes a monster hell-bent on revenge.

She left me. She left me and I was powerless to stop it. After all the suffering I've endured at the hooves of my parents. After fighting the haunting melodies of that cursed cello. After making myself vulnerable and trusting her completely, she left me. Now I sit alone in my room. The music that has been tormenting me my whole life is all I have left. I focus my eyes on the desk and pour all my attention into transcribing the music onto paper. There was nothing else in my room I wanted to look at. I did not turn to see my cello sitting in its stand. I did not glance at the blood stained walls or corpses of my parents. I did not look to see her sunglasses on my nightstand. My life has nothing left, so I compose. I craft our mournful sonata into a piece that will last millennia. Even the last bit of sunlight in my life, cast through a hole in the curtains, is fading. All that I have, all that remains, is the music. (Story doesn't belong to me)

I DID NOT WRITE THIS STORY! IT BELONGS TO AURORA DAWN.

Pinkies POV. "If you really care to know the truth, Fluttershy, I will tell you" I stated as I sighed heavily. I haven't told anypony the truth, the truth of how I got my cutie mark, the truth of how I met rainbow dash, how the cyan filly forgot all about our adventures in the mental hospital. I hadn't told anypony about the fact that I killed my father. How I fell in love. I had kept the story bottled up in me, thinking that the only way I could keep rainbow safe is if I hid the truth from her. But the truth was hard to contain, I felt it breaking at the walls within me, begging to be free, to be spilled across the floor. I played with my pink bouncy mane as Fluttershy stared at me with her azure eyes filled with concern. "Well, it all started on a rock farm..." I began as the rest of the story ensued, spilling out of me. (Cover art by me: DeadcatX on deviantart)

[WARNING] [This story was not written by me] [Storyline by: Unahim ] [*!WARNING!*] [Storyline is very gory and not suitable for kids] Cheerilee is facing a problem that probably many teachers have in their careers. Her students are acting up and not paying attention in class, and whatever they do pay attention to just isn't sinking in. Cheerilee has tried and tried again to teach this restless bunch, but everything she's tried so far has failed. Cheerilee is at her wits' end. She feels worthless as a teacher and, thanks to her students' inability to learn, is on the verge of a mid-life crisis. Her whole life, sanity included, is crumbling. She doesn't reach out for help from fellow teachers, nor does she see a therapist. She finds a different, not much better solution. Read more: http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Fanfic/CheerileesGarden#ixzz3dRlmTHG9