Week - 689 Sandstone Boots by dimartedi

Description: In Anmon, children danced in the playground of the dust devils. The spirits would have eaten them if they knew, but the children were too quiet for them to notice.

Week - 692 The Rickety Ship by dimartedi

Description: Petpet maintenance is a pain.

Week - 694 Half-Life by dimartedi

Description: First, something in my head went dark, like the wires to the festival lights were lopped off at all ends. Propulsion seized, the fireworks tipped over halfway into the sky. Then there was that lingering moment, a silence of about five seconds or so, as the lights in my thoughts fizzled out into stars, and I was left with these dim, glassy husks of those thoughts, wondering what had changed.

Week - 695 The Rickety Ship: Gone Fishing by dimartedi

Description: Get a new hobby.

Week - 696 The Rickety Ship: Inaccurate by dimartedi

Description: We've all been here before.

Week - 698 The Rickety Ship: Q1 by dimartedi

Description: sheeeww

Week - 699 The Rickety Ship: Q2 by dimartedi

Description: Have some zapzaggle.

Week - 700 The Rickety Ship: Weewoo Planet by dimartedi

Description: Don't trust these guys.

Week - 708 The Rickety Ship: Sick Beats by dimartedi

Description: Well then...

Week - 731 Testimony of a Thousand by dimartedi

Description: Apollo was pounded for being a superfluous substance. His owner loved him very much, but LOVE was no bold enumeration on his birth certification. LOVE was not placed below AGE above FISHING SKILL; it only dependently existed, LOVE, a quantity slathered on the discriminating peripheral.