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Issue: 603 | 12th day of Swimming, Y15 |
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 | Ridley's Ruin: Part OneI was sitting on a bench, playing my guitar, admiring the view of a rusty old machine spout oil all over the place, when some idiot knocked into me from behind and my guitar went flying out of my hands...
by ireneholmes |  | Agent of the Sway: Induction - Part OneThere was the tiniest of cracks as the young blue Gelert forced the lock on one of the drawing room's windows, before silently pulling it open and gesturing to his fellow thief, a brown Kougra.
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"Flashback" by chestnuttiger787
"Stop it." My voice was pitifully weak; even I knew it. Glenna threw her head back and laughed heartily, resting her paw on Fenno's arm as if she would fall over from mirth if she didn't. Perhaps I will leave my experiment as it is now and make piles of soot of them, as the machine has been doing lately, I thought, with grim satisfaction...
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The young Ixi, not even measuring three and a half feet tall, reached her paw up and above the wooden food cart to grab the closest Tchea fruit...
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 A Juma's Journey Home
That was something the juma hoped for, even though his sisters often laughed and looked down on him; the runt of their litter. Wishing he could belong to a family...
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