Sanity is forbidden |
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Issue: 699 | 18th day of Gathering, Y17 |
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Headlines "Shattered" by katie_kitkabug ...Where is this? It’s dark. There’s no floor, no walls, no ceiling. Just a dark, silent abyss. How did I get here? I cannot remember. My memory is shattered. Shards of scenes flit through my thoughts, never enough to form a full image. There is nothing here. I briefly wonder how I am breathing before pushing the thought aside. Better to worry about what to do. I grab the bits of memories flying around in my mind and start trying to piece something together.
Cold. Warmth. A kind pair of eyes. A sibling laughing. A paint brush. An egg. Commotion. A falling cloud. A teal monster. Curses. Cures. Faeries. A dress. A scroll. Battles. Flames. Birthdays. Holidays. Tears. Fury. An embrace. Her.
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The Free Good Doctor,I recognize your name in the more sinister spaces of Neovia. It seems I’m unable to turn my troubles to any of my companions without having your notoriety run through the atmosphere. Thus, though as a proper Neovian I should be avoiding this entirely, I have decided to conspire with the forbidden.
by cherishtwilight |
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The Next Chapter: A Guide to Your Permanent Pet any people have achieved their permanent pets, while others are still working toward their pet goals. Regardless of where you are in your permanent pet journey, here are some tips you can follow once you’ve achieved your permanent pet to make sure you’re the best owner you can be.
by lyrinks |
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Turning Pages: Part One The figure, cloaked in a fine black suit, wriggled his nose slightly while pushing the golden-rimmed monocle higher against his brow. Red ribbon lined the brim of his top hat and a cane rest snugly against his short, stubby, pink paws.Also by parody_ham
by warriorsrock965 |
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The Trouble with Tridents: Part Three What used to be a beautiful place -- shifting in different shades of blue, petpets dancing and twirling in the currents, and magnificent kelps and seashells shining in the sunlight coming down from the surface in colours of green, red, pink and blue -- was as it should be except for one thing: everything was purple.Also by scherwoodz
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