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 | The Sisterhood of Terra and Phee: Part OneMy name is Phee, and I'm a Faerie Peophin. My birth name is Phoebe, technically. Or at least, that's what my sister tells me. I don't remember what I was named, because I barely remember our owner -- our mom.
by lizzy_beth_750551 |  | Turning Pages: Part OneThe figure, cloaked in a fine black suit, wriggled his nose slightly while pushing the golden-rimmed monocle higher against his brow. Red ribbon lined the brim of his top hat and a cane rest snugly against his short, stubby, pink paws. Also by parody_ham
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"Shattered" by katie_kitkabug
...Where is this? It’s dark. There’s no floor, no walls, no ceiling. Just a dark, silent abyss. How did I get here? I cannot remember. My memory is shattered. Shards of scenes flit through my thoughts, never enough to form a full image. There is nothing here. I briefly wonder how I am breathing before pushing the thought aside. Better to worry about what to do. I grab the bits of memories flying around in my mind and start trying to piece something together.
Cold. Warmth. A kind pair of eyes. A sibling laughing. A paint brush. An egg. Commotion. A falling cloud. A teal monster. Curses. Cures. Faeries. A dress. A scroll. Battles. Flames. Birthdays. Holidays. Tears. Fury. An embrace. Her.
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 Caring for Kadoaties
Despite the piercing cries of the Kads, this was a dream job for one little Krawk named Kenadee. She had always wanted to work with Kadoaties as they were her favorite petpets in all of Neopia. And after all, they did need someone to tend to them while their owners were on vacation.
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 Stuck
The first breath was the hardest. They call the last breath ‘the death rattle’, but the first after dying is more than that, worse than that. The shock of it is only half the trouble. It’s like a small fire, or some sort of explosion, igniting in your chest. I saw a ghostkerbomb go off once, with a piercing white fire. It felt the way that bomb had looked.
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