|Invisible Paint Brushes rock
||Issue: 196 | 24th day of Relaxing, Y7
|Special Abilities"I want Esperanza to live unprejudiced
but I don't trust that it could happen here. I wish she wasn't born with abilities.
I don't want to lose her...." |
|The Legend of Count Von RooIt may seem crazy to you that Von Roo once was
an ordinary yellow Blumaroo who spent his days bouncing along the streets of
|To Terrorize The Babysitter"Anyway, I'm not sure what time I'll be home, so I called a babysitter for you
|Rescuing LolaMeg sat on the bed and looked around. "So, you
really got rid of all your old things? Absolutely everything from before you
turned a year old?"|
|Cinnamon MusicianA cheerful little voice echoed
from behind the counter, "Could you give me a paw with the violin on the top
|A Grey Day"It'll be all right, won't it?" Claire asked.
"I'll still be myself even though I look different, right?" That meek and scared voice alarmed Vivi. For
the first time since the purchase of the Grey Paint Brush, the owner realized
that her pet was afraid...|
|Into the House of Answers "You're on a quest for the Brain Tree? My name
is Storius and I have the largest library in the Haunted Woods. You can find
the answer to any question there. Now, hurry up, you haven't got much time left!"|
|In My DreamsIt is not I who brings the future; the future
is what it is and no one person can bring it onto the world. King Kelpbeard
has as much of an influence on the future as I, perhaps even more. Yet I get
blamed for trying to help. |
|Lily's SecretLily had a secret. Of course, I've known that forever. That
didn't mean I didn't want to know what the secret was. |
|The Chomby Fight"One true leader," she shouted,
banging a fist on the stone table...|
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"Into the House of Answers" by kushbi
Deep within the Haunted Woods lived a talented Techo who could paint, write and who thirsted for knowledge. He wished that he could spend all his time reading and painting...
|Make a Faerie Smile!|
When our precious pets are low on HP there’s
no better place to go, no one more willing to help you for so little in return,
no one with a more friendly smile or such delightful enthusiasm when she does
a good job.
|For The Life of a Pirate: Part Two|
Ron reached Krawk Island at last, dripping from his
swim, but strangely exhilarated like never before. The dark didn’t bother him
anymore. At last he could see the island he’d read so much about...