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The Fire Within: Part Ten

There’s a curious fact about revolutions. They all go well until it seems like you’d be better without the people in charge of them.

by herdygerdy
Faerie Wings III: The Nightmare of Dreamland: Part Eight

“Forgotten what?” asked Brillare. “Is it something important?”

“Yes, and it’s our biggest clue yet!” Illere insisted. She took a few deep breaths before she began her explanation.

by downrightdude

Janet and Jane: The Case of the Targeted Heiress: Part Two

I took the paper and read it. "Join the Sway or face the consequences," the note said.

by chasing_stars44
Mother's Balloon: Part Eight

Joyful sounds of laughter were carried in on the wind, but it was the wafting smell of a chocolate cake baking slowly in an oven that awakened Reyela's senses, and alerted her of the fact that the day had started without her.

by dewdropzz
The Adventures of Trina: The Awakening: Part Three

I can see everything you experienced, your past and feelings. I know where you have been, and what you are trying to do next. By just taking one look at you, I know all of your strengths and weaknesses.

by ummagine3284
The Sorceress and the Prisoner: Part Four

King Skarl stared at the letter in his hands. He couldn't quite believe what he was reading. It was completely unexpected. They hadn't conversed in years, but now he wanted to write to him? This was odd. Something didn't quite add up.

by dudeiloled
 
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"Trouble's Brewing" by flannelle
Deep within the macabre wetland of the Haunted Woods, hidden by the swamp gases and crooked trees shrouded in tangles of spongy moss, there was a foreboding abode that stood on the muddy river bank. Composed of rotten-looking shambles of wood, it looked like the slightest gust of wind could knock the entire residence on its side. But it was the enigmatic ixi that called this dingy shack home that really gave rise to the mysteries. Her name was Sophie, Sophie the swamp witch; and as the dark windows of her house emitted ominous flashes of glowing green light, one could only wonder… What was that wily witch up to exactly?




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A Healing Cuppa
Penny walked up to the cafe and breathed a sigh of relief. She giggled as the sigh took the form of steam. She trotted in and shut the door firmly behind her.

“Not used to Terror Mountain weather, eh?” the Kougra behind the counter asked.

by racoon188


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Memories and Wishes
I stare up at the night sky. Up on this hill, the whole of it is visible, and the stars shine down at me. It is such a shame that their luster is lost in the turmoil of the city. So I come here, where it is quiet. The night sky stares at me. A shooting star passes. I have not seen one of those in years. The last time was… oh yes, it was back then…

by katie_kitkabug

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The Dilemma of the Bad Gamer
If you felt like the living embodiment of the grey Wocky avatar at the mention of games and trophies, you might be facing the dilemma of the bad gamer.

by sassyxsandra

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Packing for Picnics
Here are a few ideas of easy to prepare meals to throw together for your picnic that will keep your pets energized and full!

by brittanyandsteven

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Stay Strong with Team Brawn
You couldn't behave for five minutes, could you?

Also by Tex707

by alexise1998


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Problems With The Magma Pool
Maybe we should be more careful next time

by ali_mac



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