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Short Stories
   | The Quill of GoldHave you ever wondered how the golden quill trophies came to be? Here's the story.
  by chestnuttiger787 |    | The Mooncake MessagePerched high atop the misty mountains of Shenkuu sat a small pagoda, surrounded by elegant, orange flowers...
  by puregold0 |    | NeverendingSounds of fighting and screams are distant but the incessant knocking on the front entrance is all too clear.
  by peachwriting |    | A Novel EndingHis original intention had been to kill off the fearless hero, Rex Flynn; however, the plan was very quickly curtailed by Agatha...
  by badgerine |    | The Adventures of Mo Hog, Private Eye"I need you to help me find a missing person," said the Gnorbu with a wavering voice. I almost gasped, except for that we detective types always keep our cool in the face of a shock.
  by carrieantonia |    | PaperPaper is a cloud, whisked along with the wind. It is the silver gleam of the moon...
  by pandora |    | The Little CabbagePteris are singing outside the window; it truly is paradise, owning real estate on the beach of Mystery Island.
  by panphobia |    | The Foolish ZafaraMany days after Faerieland fell and the day was saved by great heroes, three faeries were flying low over the land near Neopia Central. 
  by berry_blast |    | The Music Box"Come on you two, or else all the good stuff will be taken before we get there!" Baxter said impatiently as he opened the door. 
  by mcrfanatic |    | A Walk in the WoodsI used to be a Christmas Zafara...
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Headlines "The Adventures of Mo Hog, Private Eye" by carrieantonia When she got up closer, I noticed that she looked as though she'd been crying. Immediately, she pulled a tissue from the pocket of her woolen trench coat to dab at her eyes, confirming my suspicions. We detective types are real observant, ya see. "How may I help you?"
 
 
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