Invisible Paint Brushes rock Circulation: 193,540,341 Issue: 696 | 28th day of Hiding, Y17
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Week - 687

Boot Luck
by fourin
Description: ARGH! Not again!

Week - 695

Island Mystic
by fourin
Description: 1.. 2.. 3!

Week - 696

Repairs
by fourin
Description: Problem solved.

 
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Photography
*snap* That was the sound that the striped Gelert's tourist camera makes when she elegantly took a photo. Charliemae...

by sparkleeze

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When a Vacation Isn't a Choice
"Greetings, subject group 647-B. My name is Phidre, and today you will be testing a few of the Space Station’s latest technological devices, including the much-anticipated Nebula Force Field Generator. I presume you have all signed and read the safety waivers…” The microphone in Phidre’s ear crackled. A voice boomed into her ear, mixed with static. “Dr. Phidre, you don’t have any subjects today,

by guineagymnastics

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The Adventures of Trina: The Awakening: Part Seven
By the tiniest flick of her wand, a dozen lemons fused together, and then were stretched into a single thread that resembled melted cheese. Then, in a blink of an eye, the yellow string was sucked into the green wand, as if the space itself was being compressed. Cassie was stunned with amazement and uncertainty. “Are you sure that’s safe?”

by ummagine3284

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The Pirate King Files: A Defender's Mission
A hand caught the Ogrin's arm and helped her stand. The Ogrin saw a Neopet she did not recognize standing beside her. The Neopet was a female pink Aisha, wearing a bright yellow and pink costume emblazoned with the symbol of a white lotus. The Aisha wore a yellow mask and had a pink capelet draped over her shoulders.

by ezel68

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The Legacy of the Black Pawkeet: Part Four
I hummed to myself as I wiped down an empty table with a wet rag. It was midday, so the Golden Doubloon was pretty empty at the moment. My ears twitched as I heard the door open, but I thought nothing of it until I heard a familiar voice behind me.

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