"The Working Girl" by lightninglover34 Hunnybee sighed as her daughter's voice rang out for the seventeenth time that hour. Plodding down the hall and yanking open the door, she stumbled through the sea of plushies covering the rug and arrived, alive, by the side of the bed. "What now?"
The Portrait of Importance "I'd like you all to draw a portrait of the most
important thing in your life," he said merrily, his rectangular glasses perched
on the end of his nose...
The Petpet Detectives: Case of the Absent Anubis - Part One In the dusty Sakhmetian cave, hundreds of feet below the
violent sandstorms, blazing sun and sandstone-colored buildings of the Lost Desert,
three brave explorers pressed further down the carved path...
Shadowchild: Part Four Dayne decided that she was glad that she wasn't the one who possessed such a coveted magic as the Storm - in stories, books, or legends,
owning unique magic was seemingly a blessing, but she now realized that in truth it was a curse in disguise...