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The Beauty of Colors

One day changed all that, though. I was digging like any other day, but I was digging upward.

by lionzoo
Fang Fishing

Five glasses clinked simultaneously, although it would take Cybunny ears to hear them distinctly among the chatter and music in the restaurant.

by soundboard
Poison

Still grinning, the Zafara looked down at the doll in her hands as she walked away from Erin's house. Old and battered, its limbs hung down loosely.

by iloenchen
Who Needs a Paintbrush?

There was a cold front that moved in and it snowed! Miserable weather for a slorg!

by the_rosie_gallery
The Elegant and Extravagant Universe

Sloth was sad. No, not "boo-hoo, wa-ha" sad, but sad as in Seriously Addicted to Determination.

by micrody
NeoBlues

"Nan doesn't want to play or eat, or do anything ever since..."

by nanfan95
The Kacheek Siblings - More Than Just Fishing

What was planned to be a normal fishing trip ended up being a rescue mission.

Also by mewmeow953

by adorable_chao_10

A Lesson

"Our owner's on vacation. We should be doing all sorts of crazy things that she never lets us do!"

by safekitten
Throughout The Years

Soon enough, Jacob brought home a real little brother for me, and he just happened to be a blue Ixi - but his name was John, not Fluffy.

by duckieballoon
The Gatherer and the Rogue

This was why Yurius had come to Altador, to find the only person who would love Petpets even more than he did; maybe she could help him.

by phoenixs_angel
Maybe It's Fate!

"I know word of my great fame and brilliance has already spread through the world, but in case you are ignorant, I shall introduce myself."

Also by chirigami

by grapesourhorse

 
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"The Elegant and Extravagant Universe" by micrody
Sloth sighed. At the time of this paragraph's beginning, he had already tumbled nine hundred and thirty-three possible theories of everything through his head, but he was still two hundred and sixty-seven possibilities short of his daily quota, and he knew he could not, would not, most definitely should not rest until he had recovered the memory he had forgotten. Then again, if he forgot the fact that...




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Top Ten Money Tree Treasures
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Guild Advertising Advice
Sensible Copy and Paste, Conversation, and Courtesy are key.

by dylanreborn

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A Kettle and a Cackle: Part One
The word that describes my mom is 'overprotective'. The woods aren't even that scary.

by semicutie3

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A Star-Spattered Sky: Part Four
"I am the pirate who raided the boat that you and your daughter were on. I think it is only proper that I should tell you that she is still here on this pirate ship."

by buds_and_authors

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Sloth's Woes
This is not a subliminal message brought to you by the meepits.

Also by taz_241590

by elmisticosun


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A Buzzy Life
Baby paint brushes don't last long.

by reppoy



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