"Illusen's Bad Hair Day" by ummagine3284 She wouldn't worry—she couldn't; she was too busy as it was—so she comforted herself by telling herself nothing else would go wrong. It helped for a few minutes, but she couldn’t get the picture of herself out of her head. But this is a bad hair day, Illusen thought...
The Prize Most Sought They were still quite a distance away from it, yet they could already hear the sounds of many, many voices within. Hanging over the bright red door was a dusty, peeling sign that read "The Pound"...
Illusen Writes the Editorial? Anyway, since Illusen's pretty occupied, she asked me to write the editorial instead. And before you strangle me screaming, "We want Illusen! Now!" please, have mercy. I'm just a cute little Doglefox.
Another Hero's Journey: Part Ten Jovan entered the shadow Shoyru's room, bearing a tray of steaming tea and some biscuits. "Bandits," said the blue Ixi anxiously. "I bolted our doors and shut all our windows..."