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 | Chasing Treasure: Part EightBannok felt numb. He joined the throng of jeering pirates and almost didn't care if he was seen. Everyone's attention was on the Arkmite, on Bannok's captured ship.
by aethelar |  | The Ardors and Agonies of Witchcraft: Part SevenNot long after their talk in the library, Seneca had Alless and Maikya get together for a talk of their own. It was a difficult process; at first Maikya had fluttered near the door, smiling meekly and insisting there was nothing to talk about. “Nothing’s wrong, Alless,” she said. “Don’t be silly.”
by hybatsu |  | Janet and Jane: The Case of the Faked Test Scores: Part TwoI knew it was a big campus, but this was much bigger than I predicted. Surely with a campus this big, there were a lot of students that had many different stories. Not to mention the amount of area we had to cover in search of clues.
by chasing_stars44 |  | The Neovian Misadventure of Will and Biggs: Part Five“Where did you sit last time?” Will whispered. Biggs slunk through the many round tables to one in the corner. Empty bowls and strewn napkins littered its marred surface. A blue Wocky and a green Ogrin sat on one side quietly slurping their soups. “We can’t sit here!” Will hissed.
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"The Hunted" by ladygaladriel213
I swing my bow over my shoulder and let my breathing subside from nervous to normal. I fan my gloved hand out and stretch my arms. I never miss a shot. So what happened? My Papa, that’s what.
I was unwilling to let the story rest, so I tortured it and tortured it instead of letting it rest. And when he told me the story, I begged him for answers.
“You won’t like the ending of every story you encounter. And sometimes you won’t like the beginning. But we don’t all choose our stories,” he said to me.
“But I don’t understand.” I shook my head in frustration.
“Not all stories are meant to be understood.”
“Then why tell them?”
“For the sake of telling. Stories give life. Once you set them free you’ve given birth to something. And you also lose part of the life that was beating inside of you. That’s when you hide from the darkness and seek the stars.”
“Is that what you’re doing Papa?” I hesitated. “Are you seeking the stars?”
He nodded solemnly, a rough smile hardening around his mouth, and began to tell me the story in disjointed stops and starts. Hesitant at first, then blossoming in color and life. “It all began with Jhudora. You do know Jhudora don’t you?”
“Yes of course Papa!” I shouted with abandon, warm violets and emeralds seemed to bathe me in their soft glow.
“And so it begins,” he said softly.
Other Stories
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 The Hunted
I swing my bow over my shoulder and let my breathing subside from nervous to normal. I fan my gloved hand out and stretch my arms. I never miss a shot. So what happened? My Papa, that’s what.
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 Oh, Happy Day!
“You’d better hurry or we are going to be late! We don’t want all of the good items to be taken by the time we get there,” I reminded her with a slight roll of my eyes. We really needed to practice the whole being on time thing. Minutes later I heard her clambering down the stairs.Also by signallives
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 Article Spies - Saskia
A blue Cybunny with obvious frustration and a bit of dismay sits on a rock beside a smashed cart. Her name is Saskia and she is the lucky winner for our spies, Birdy and Christos, will spy on her today. Our two friends watch her from afar but it’s obvious something is bothering her.Also by birdinggal
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