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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...

Week - 699

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.

Week - 705

Jack-O-Luncheon
by placebo_533
Description: Boo!

Aaah!


Week - 711

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.

Week - 720

The Riddle of The Sphinx
by placebo_533
Description: Two travelers must answer...

 
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Shopping For Clothes
You gotta look pretty, right?!

Also by erianoillim

by saudadesdagripe


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Step 2: Blockade the Trade Routes
Distracted by the cuteness.

Also by 0123kl

by bittersweet52


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The Nightmare: Part Two
Dark clouds shrouded the forest in a dim, weakened light, the thick trees casting harsh shadows over the landscape. Arthur's mother and father were busy gathering dry wood and other supplies when they picked up a sudden voice far away in the distance.

by shadowknight_72

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On the Other Side of the Wall
I met Sibbie on the other side of the wall, at the spot where the sun shines down and warms the old, red bricks. “What’s your name?” she asks, ears perked up and eyes bright with interest. She looks like the kind of ‘pet that I would purposefully avoid- overly-optimistic and always ‘looking on the bright side.’

by meadows_lark

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The Riddle of The Sphinx
Two travelers must answer...

by placebo_533



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