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The Waffle Truth

"Trevy, we need to move," Trish announced...

by crovv
Another Day to Fish

Suddenly the shadow was no longer a shadow, but a titanic giant squid! Its eye came up and looked at me.

Also by icanhaskaila

by midnight_009

Baby Space Fungus

I heard him approach, pause for only a second before, and declare, "I think you missed some."

by spiderxmonkey
Alone

Opallo sat on the raft, gazing in horror at the ocean. He was a Jetsam, and he was master of his element. Until now...

by duskmoor
The Adventures of a P3

As Mootie began to snip once more at the tall stalks of grass, there was a sudden commotion nearby as a few soldiers rushed by, nearly knocking down a nester mootix. "What's going on?" Mootie asked, twitching his antennae nervously.

by ilovcanis
We Truly Were

Leaves rustled in the cool fall air. A whisper of despair calling out into the openness.

by nirette
Adventure to Roo Island by Prof. Milton Clodbottle

Greetings, everyone, Prof. Milton Clodbottle speaking.

by chromatique
Grandma's Prized Possession

"And this," Grandma said while she gently pulled a small ivory tea cup from the top shelf of an ancient wooden cabinet, "is my prized possession."

by backpack1110
The Reawakening of the MSPP

Now come on in, don't be afraid. 'Though, you probably should be. Oh well, nothing I could do about it now – they've seen you entering, so it's certainly too late now.

by nachtregen
Not all Stones are Silent

A thought about what the Darkest Faerie would say if she could see Xandra right now...

by hitsukineko
It All Started With a Love of Moss

Bagirmis loved terrariums because she loved moss. Her windowsill was lined with glass jars of various sizes, shapes, and colors.

by bittersweet52
 
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"The Waffle Truth" by crovv
Unfortunately, for the past month or so, a giant Mutant Lenny had perched itself on the roof of their house, staring malevolently at Trish whenever she left or returned to their home. Trevy was not particularly bothered by the Lenny, but Trish could not stand the fixed, beady glare, the bobbing head at the end of that long, crooked neck, the giant, heavy wings that opened and closed with a creaky, snapping...




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What would her friend say now? So you saved him from the Pound, only to, not even a year and a half later, dump him there yourself? I trusted you with him, Phersephi!

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The Play's the Thing: Part One
"Can't be doing with plays," Edna told them. "Too much fancy talking and not enough getting to the point. They take half an hour just to say hello."

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Simple Demands: Still as Solid as a Stone
Thank you for that panic attack, Advent Calendar.

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