"Hyperion: The Watchers" by micrody Her brown boots were dusty, her tea-colored dress tucked underneath her to keep from touching the splintering wood. She held a wide-brimmed hat in her left hand, fanning herself till the gold waves of her hair bounced up and down like a breeze had blown by...
Searching for the Isle "I'll leave this place," Jasmine decided. "I'll be rid of the feeling that something is missing from my life, and I'll go find a better home on some other island."
Daylight's Dirge: Part Five Parlax frowned, typing a few commands into the computer. An image of Neopia filled the screen. "Where are you planning to attack?"