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 | A Meerca's MissionThe Alien Aisha’s name was Aishtra and not only did she work at the Space Station, but she lived in the same section of dorms as Matatat did.
by weakestlink33 |  | Thieves Alike Malvus was walking back home with a wheelbarrow of split firewood. Summer was coming to an end, and the long winters of the Shenkuu mountains were long and unforgiving if ever his stockpile of wood were to run out.
by greencheese79 |  | Pyramids All The Way Down"This just in: Qasala announces the return of the former King Razul. While Razul insists that he is in a "co-Kingship" with his son, Jazan, this is a most shocking development given his previous attack on Sakhamet.
by likelife96 |  | Jeanie's Teeny TikesThe next stop of the nursery tour was a small kitchenette with food cabinets and fridge. There was a half circle of high chairs neatly arranged facing the kitchenette.
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"The Jungles of Mystery Island" by kadface
Deep in the jungles of Mystery Island, the canopy blots the sun from the sky and casts a green light that filters to the vine-covered ground. Strange chirps and squeaks echo through the thick air, which tastes heavy to the tongue. Twigs snap, leaves rustle and Tarak the Kyrii is unable shake the unnerving feeling that he isn’t alone. Tarak is squatting on his haunches, surveying the jungle scene before him with an appraising eye. He has taken his rucksack off, but can feel the sweat it has left behind soaking the back of his shirt. Perspiration beads his forehead as he drinks deep from a canteen. Although the drink is refreshing, the cloying water held in the air clings to him like a second skin. He carefully screws the lid back into place. Before him, Tarak is able to see the tell-tale traces of another’s passage. A bent stem here. A crushed leaf there. Holes in the foliage, where no holes should be. He hoists his rucksack back over his shoulders, firmly clipping its straps into place. Cautiously he moves forward...
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