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 | Duplicity: Part TenLisha heard some incomprehensible murmuring grow louder as she walked toward the eastern courtyard. In the distance, she made out a small shadow stretched out over the walls, covering the cobwebs and Spyders hiding underneath. That shadow eventually developed into the shape of a Wocky, and Lisha subsequently recognized the low, nasal voice as Danner’s. The man himself was leaning against the wall, repeatedly rotating his thumbs around one another.
by likelife96 |  | Lord Faerigan - Fyora's Role in the Meridell Wars: Part FivePsellia zoomed between the clouds in the skies of Meridell. The autumn air was cold but it did not bother her much. She was an air faerie after all and often used to the freezing temperatures where she often dwelled.
by black_skull725 |  | Chronicles of a Caped Crusader: Days Yet to Pass: Part TwoChloe had been disoriented from the start, but now she was sure she’d gone off the deep end. She’d been teleported to some unknown location, chased by guards, found a room filled with the most ridiculous data she’d ever seen, and now she was confronted by a Pteri who looked too much like a much older version of her brother for comfort.
by kristykimmy |  | Sir Tormund Ellis: A Documentary: Part FourDisrespectful. That's what it is. Disrespectful! Not even those stupid, smelly Werelupes get up in my swamp like that, 'less I tell ol' kingy and his little servants to fetch me some ingredients. No, they stay away, because they know I don't deal with their nonsense, and the king has learned by now not to send anybody my way, 'less he wants more of his so-called "warriors" turned into Blechies.
by theschizophrenicpunk |  | Never Again, Spiced Apple Pie: Part ThreeA wriggling pink mass of Space Fungus splayed its tentacles into the control room, bowling over Hyren. He almost got sick right there, but he forced himself to keep his composure and complete the roll, springing back up to punch away a tentacle and wrestle several more.
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"Valentine's: A Day of Companionship" by sha2196
A lone Aisha sighed as she rocked herself on the swing.
Valentine’s Day… She thought morosely.
Valentine’s Day was a day of companionship, but she had no one to spend it with.
She stood up and slowly trudged home. On her way home, she caught sight of the Wishing Well.
Now, the Aisha had always believed that wishing wells didn’t work, but well…
She stared at the 25NP coin she had, and tossed it into the well. She looked around her quickly to make sure that no one else was around, and said aloud, “I wish that I would have someone to spend Valentine’s Day with.”
That said, the little Cloud Aisha blushed and scurried away like she was running away from embarrassment, desperately hoping that she hadn’t just made a fool of herself.
Unknown to her, a Fire Faerie that was passing by heard her.
The Fire Faerie’s name was Gloria, and true to her name, she was a romantic at heart.
“No one should have to spend Valentine’s Day alone. I know! I’ll help that little Aisha!” Gloria rubbed her hands together and began planning, a wide grin on her face.
The next day, the Aisha found a mail in her mailbox. She stared at the pink letter, with a heart-shaped sticker sealing it. She rubbed her eyes, and was sure that she had just smelt perfume. She blinked again, looking around her, as if the culprit would still be standing around. When she saw no one, the Aisha sighed and tore open the envelope. She pulled out a rose-pink letter with flowery red writing.
“Is this a joke?” She asked aloud, and read its contents.
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