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 | AtilanColchester had a strange expression on his face. It was affected. It had to be — he had been the island’s ambassador for over twenty years now.
by quanticdreams |  | Magnum Imperium: The CandidateXantan’s eyes creaked open as sunlight filtered through the window. The Pastel Kacheek rubbed his eyes and sat up slowly. He groaned as he felt his back crack in protest. “I’m getting too old for this,” he mumbled.
by terpsichorean_writer |  | Wish-GrantingAs breakfast was prepared in camp, Skyleur found herself surrounded by Neopets with dozens of questions about the strange conversation that had passed between her and Zinifar.
by phadalusfish |  | Castle Planner's Journal: 1000 YearsNow that Lisha was in possession of the next step, her full confidence in the hunt had returned, and she fully expected to be able to help solve it herself.
by ferretboy85 |  | The Dream QuestSolanza wasn’t sure how she managed to fall asleep during her dream, but she awoke to the sound of Eleus Batrin shuffling with his cane across the room to relight the fireplace.
by ellienib |  | The Light of Dacardia The shrieking wind drowned out all other noise. The rain poured in relentless sheets, obscuring Nala’s vision and making the muddy path treacherous.
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"Winter in Mystery Island" by firaplays7045
Ever wonder what winter is like on Mystery Island? Well, normally it’s not much different from summer – clear skies, hot sun, cool waters. But one year was different – that was the year of The Incident.
No one knows how it happened or why. Some say it was the work of Santa. Others say it was a prank from a passing faerie. Whatever the reason, Mystery Island was covered in snow. For the first time, the locals were having a real winter. No one knew what to make of it at first. But once the shock wore off, everyone began to explore their new snowy home.
One Mynci went to the beach to check on the volleyball net. He could hardly believe his eyes – the beach, normally covered in white sand, was a vast expanse of sparkling powder. The sun bounced off the snow, making it glisten like diamonds. It was hard to tell where the beach ended and the ocean began. The Mynci took a cautious step towards the volleyball net. He jumped back in surprise – this strange sand was cold! He slowly lowered his foot again and took one step, then another. Before he knew it, he had reached the net.
It clearly wasn’t a good day for volleyball. Much to the Mynci’s dismay, the net was weighed down by more of this strange, cold sand. Every hole was filled with powder, and the ropes had frozen over. It would take forever to get it cleaned off. The Mynci slumped his shoulders and turned around to go home. As he turned, he noticed his footprints on the ground. These prints were different from the ones he usually left in the sand. They were very clear, not blurry like beach footprints usually are. And now that he thought about it, there was a very nice *crunch* sound whenever his feet hit the ground.
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“Fa la la la LAAAA!” Carole the Shoyru belted as loud as she could. Her voice echoed off of the walls of the Ice Caves, travelling through the slopes and, in Carole’s mind, spreading holiday cheer to all of Terror Mountain’s residents.
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