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Week - 213
Family Feud: Part One
by alkuna_ | | Description: Sarah walked over to
the hut and knocked on the driftwood door. At the sound of paw steps approaching
the door, she was abruptly overcome with a wave of intense shyness... |
| Week - 214
Family Feud: Part Two
by alkuna_ | | Description: She trudged along, staring at the waves as they
washed ashore, flowing over sand with a soft hiss, and pulling back again... |
| Week - 242
Dusk in Tyrannia: Part One
by alkuna_ | | Description: When you transfer to a strange and wonderful place... you begin to wonder just where your real 'home' is... |
| Week - 243
Dusk in Tyrannia: Part Two
by alkuna_ | | Description: I swallowed nervously; I was going to a strange
classroom in a strange land where I was still struggling to learn the language... |
| Week - 244
Dusk in Tyrannia: Part Three
by alkuna_ | | Description: One day, right in the middle of a game, an excited
group of fans charged by, cheering at the top of their lungs. "Moehawk is playing
tonight!" |
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Dusk in Tyrannia: Part Four
by alkuna_ | | Description: And then the lights blazed to full brilliance,
illuminating Moehawk and setting the song into full swing. This close, I was
surrounded by the beat... |
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 Living With Lyke
The day in Neopia was bright and the air was fresh. A perfect
day for the Lupes to do yard work and that's what they did...
by taggerung_num1 |
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 Behind the Forbidden Door: Part Three
Or else. As if there was anything Sloth could do that would
be worse than that modified many-legged monstrosity. For a brief moment Flingon
considered fleeing the Space Station and going into hiding- but what would be
the point?
by sarahleeadvent |
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 The Pink Pen
My
pencils and pens were nowhere to be found. I looked around my backpack once
more, again finding nothing but paper...
by snorklie_snoutis |
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