Short Stories

	Moquotamorphosis Night 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 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
	Ilere, the haunting of the woods Dusk 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 Neovia Kenny knew there were stories about that place. These stories were vague, but they existed nonetheless. by dinduidindo
	The Shadow I’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. by havittaa

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Neovian Gothic Special: Tour de Neovia

Greetings, readers! I am Alabaster Chesterdrawers, proud proprietor of the antique shop in the town of Neovia. We may have met before, if you’re the sort to procure ornate chandeliers, fancy mirrors and other home decor that fit the gothic aesthetic.

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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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Harker's Story
So that’s how we ended up here, Defender.” Harker leaned back in his chair and stretched his sore neck. It popped audibly, and the Wocky across the table made a face at the sound.

by tanikagillam

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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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Neovian Gothic
it's prime real estate!

by charybdis7

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T3h Praedius
Praedius meets the new guy.

by arttimo

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