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Issue: 474 | 17th day of Celebrating, Y12 |
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Short Stories
 | The Waffle Truth"Trevy, we need to move," Trish announced...
by crovv |  | Another Day to FishSuddenly the shadow was no longer a shadow, but a titanic giant squid! Its eye came up and looked at me.
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by midnight_009 |  | Baby Space FungusI heard him approach, pause for only a second before, and declare, "I think you missed some."
by spiderxmonkey |  | AloneOpallo 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 P3As 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 WereLeaves rustled in the cool fall air. A whisper of despair calling out into the openness.
by nirette |  | Adventure to Roo Island by Prof. Milton ClodbottleGreetings, 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 MSPPNow 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 SilentA thought about what the Darkest Faerie would say if she could see Xandra right now...
by hitsukineko |  | It All Started With a Love of MossBagirmis loved terrariums because she loved moss. Her windowsill was lined with glass jars of various sizes, shapes, and colors.
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Headlines "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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