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A Relic of the Past

A rocky purchase...

by _brainchild_
Neovian Gothic

it's prime real estate!

by charybdis7
The Unique Gothic Way

Gothic style also by Neschulz

by sthephanie
A grave misunderstanding...

Nothing better than making new friends!Art by ciarza, story by riss_chan

by ciarza
It's Probably Just a Phase

There's always a balance between light and dark...

by lucycat123
Neovian Gothic: Edge Edition

Goth...ic?Art by tifnkittygrundler

by kaddisti
Random Oddness: Neovian Gothic

The crumpetmonger's happy accident.

by mistyqee
T3h Praedius

Praedius meets the new guy.

by arttimo
 
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Writing a Gothic Story: Just Add Monocles!



It was a dark and stormy night… Two authors, one, a fashionista with a flair for the dark side, the other an enthusiastic Zafara with a flair for the silly side. Together they have a flair for the flair-y side. This daring duo will teach you all the ways to write the best gothic story.



Other Stories


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Those Who Live In Neovia
Kenny knew there were stories about that place. These stories were vague, but they existed nonetheless.

by dinduidindo

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Old Friends
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.

by herdygerdy

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Writing a Gothic Story: Just Add Monocles!
This daring duo will teach you all the ways to write the best gothic story.in collaboration with parody_ham

by june_scarlet

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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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All hat, no dragon
Night in Neovia did not fall so much as roll over and settle more deeply into the dense, foggy gloom that veiled the formerly cursed town even by daytime.

by liouchan



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