|A Christmas in the Month of Swimming|
"Wow!" said Angel. "We can definitely have fun!
Christmas is always fun! All right!"
|Across the Ocean|
The sun's rays soon began to touch the tips of
Mystery Island's trees, and the Ghost Lupe knew it was time...
|Kougra On My Back|
I slowly pulled the trashcan down a bit more,
trying to get a better look. Unfortunately, my perception of a little and a
lot were very twisted, and both myself, and the trashcan went crashing down...
"Flor? I have always wanted to know this: Why
does everyone call me Angel? That's my middle name! My first name is Lily,"
she asked, with her hands cupped together behind her back...
|Of Air Faeries and Alien Aishas|
"You took it from its planet? Priscilla, dear,
you have got to return it! Do you realize what this could do to the economy?!"
|Rage of the Pen|
Sure the things he said were true, she did
give up her past goals after a week, but she was serious this time. She had
talent for writing, not doing twirls with her large Lenny feet....
"I love to read, as you can tell." She picked up a book from the
top of a stack. It was called Lovely Lennys. "This book is my absolute
favorite. What's your favorite book?"
"We need to go to the
Tombola, and NSQ wanted us to go buy some fresh fruit from the Mystery Island
|Stories and Tales of a Melodramatic Nature|
Flipping through the pages absentmindedly, she jabbed her finger
in between two pages at random. "Niten Hiroru," she announced.
|Tales From the Neolodge|
only a night, others an entire month, either way, experiences and new knowledge
are passed to me daily as I help book rooms and offer services with the help of
our amazing staff...
She slowly stood up from the metal chair
and brushed off the dirt that was lying on her arm. Wait…where was her arm?
"Rage of the Pen" by saneeya1000 - She had talent for writing, not doing twirls with her large Lenny feet... more>>