"One Night at Midnight" by puppy200010 He should be out now, doing other things, like, for example, his nightly hour of Deadly Dice, but strangely, he wasn't in the mood for those predetermined plans. No, he was in the mood for something much different. He was in the mood for... for... neo tacos. He drooled at the thought. But no. Tonight he would do something different...
Regarding the Exchange of Round, Wet Projectiles Anything can be thrown in an active snowball fight. I've been known to accidentally
throw my pet's petpet Abominable Snowball at people. In a snowball fight, however,
snowballs are the most preferable type of ammunition.
The Price of Faith: Part Four It was a cold morning. The frost lay
like lace over the frail plants and rocks. The sky was a brilliant blue without
a single smudge of cloud, and the sun was so bright it was almost shouting aloud
how good it was to be alive...
The Lost World of Stnaltia: Part Two At least I landed on something soft,
she thought with a sigh as she opened her eyes to find herself in a very hidden,
very dimly lit cave. Moss was growing on the walls...