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Short Stories
 | MoquotamorphosisNight paired eternally over Neovia. The fog hid the trees from far away. It was a strange winter. Most Nenovians stayed inside their homes, waiting for the season to be over.
by graevyard |  | Old FriendsThe figure did not linger in the streets of Neovia, as the thick night fog curled around her dark robe. She was bundled up tight against the night air, a hood hiding much of her face.
by herdygerdy |  | Ilere, the haunting of the woodsDusk began to fill the evening air, as Haunted Woods enveloped in the dark shadow of night, making the atmosphere more creepy and dangerous than it had previously been before the sun began to set. collab with tarons
by devotedly |  | Those Who Live In NeoviaKenny knew there were stories about that place. These stories were vague, but they existed nonetheless.
by dinduidindo |  | The ShadowI’ve been here now for two days, quite alone. I feel that it is imperative I write down an accurate record of what I have witnessed should I meet any unfortunate circumstances.
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"Old Friends" by herdygerdy
The figure did not linger in the streets of Neovia, as the thick night fog curled around her dark robe. She was bundled up tight against the night air, a hood hiding much of her face. Her movements were deliberate, but rushed. She did not wish to be caught here, of all places. Too many people. Too many chances for everything to go wrong.
She crossed the bridge and made her way up the hill to the graveyard. Away from the water, the fog began to clear slightly, and the fear of the night drew back slightly.
Not so far from here, and not so long ago, she had plotted terrible things. The touch of the headstones brought back delightful memories.
Other Stories
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 The Flower Language of Neovia
Flower Language is not a means of communication widely seen outside of Neovia - sure, here and there you might find a land that attaches some meaning to a specific plant, but nothing to this extent.
by mollyscribbles |
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 Thompkens Jenkins
Once on the morn of a grizzly, drizzly, goose-pimpled day in Neovia, a baby was wrapped in a blanket and laid tenderly down in a very unorthodox place to leave a baby.
by dewdropzz |
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 Avatar Goldmine
As Rysony and Harry flew above Meridell, Rysony’s smile couldn’t have been any wider.Edited by rabbits_forever
by wizzkid_ |
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