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Last Minute Gift (Baskets)
by placebo_533
Description: It's coming up to Valentines Day and we all know what that means...

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Stuck
by placebo_533
Description: The first breath was the hardest. They call the last breath ‘the death rattle’, but the first after dying is more than that, worse than that. The shock of it is only half the trouble. It’s like a small fire, or some sort of explosion, igniting in your chest. I saw a ghostkerbomb go off once, with a piercing white fire. It felt the way that bomb had looked.

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Jack-O-Luncheon
by placebo_533
Description: Boo!

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Baby Blues
by placebo_533
Description: Hush...

Week - 717

Heavy Metal
by placebo_533
Description: A Mote. A particle, or speck of dust. A tiny, inconsequential amount of something, usually pictured floating off to nowhere. A little bit of somethingness to punctuate the nothingness. This might be what always made me uneasy, when I thought of motes - that emphasis of space. At least, I think it was; before that day, when I started thinking something else.

 
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Heavy Metal
A Mote. A particle, or speck of dust. A tiny, inconsequential amount of something, usually pictured floating off to nowhere. A little bit of somethingness to punctuate the nothingness. This might be what always made me uneasy, when I thought of motes - that emphasis of space. At least, I think it was; before that day, when I started thinking something else.

by placebo_533

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Janet and Jane: The Case of the Framed Detectives: Part Five
"Janet," the note began. "I know you know about what's been happening. I've been framed for something I did not do. I know you, and your first instict would be to check it out. Don't.

by chasing_stars44

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In Color
I’ve known Dagny our entire lives. She grew up in the underground Bori tunnels in Terror Mountain. From the very beginning, she was different. Artistic, intelligent and optimistic, she was the complete opposite of every other Bori. It never bothered her that she had no Bori friends, but she did have me. et me explain that I am not her Petpet. My name is Erna and I am Dagny’s imaginary friend.

by 77thbigby

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Lame Pun: Dining Out
We Talk About Food A Lot

by blackaavar

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Adopting A New Species Is Hard...
Whoops, nevermind.

by blueberrymuffinpops



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