Week - 510 Wandering: Xell's Story by hzoo_26

Description: Small desert shrubs clung to life in a clump to his left, and to his right in the distance, he saw the grey outline of mountains. And the Hissi known as Xellaration let a faint smile play on his lips. It was time to move, time to wander on.

Week - 526 Wandering: Birth of a Foster Parent by hzoo_26

Description: The Hissi known as Xellaration stood in the strangest of places for a desert born Hissi like himself. He stood in the living room of a small, fixer-upper neohome, and watched as the human girl he called "Sunny" walked around and commented on the small repairs it would require.

Week - 530 Wordplay by chylaira

Description: There once was a... Written by hzoo_26

Week - 735 Origins: Ethel Boortz by hzoo_26

Description: With a sigh, Ethel Boortz slowly eased her way up out of her rocking chair, crossed the porch, and made her way down the steps towards her young grandchildren. "Michah and Kayla, what did I tell you about Yooyball matches?"

Week - 767 Welcome to White River by hzoo_26

Description: Portia Provoskia swept the dust from her skirt with a calculated flourish as she exited the small carriage. Her driver, a young Shoyru who talked with a thick Meridellian accent, handed the Halloween Ixi the small case that contained the few possessions she owned. "Welcome to White River, Miss."

Week - 768 Welcome to White River: Part Two by hzoo_26

Description: Buried somewhere under there was a notepad on which he had written "MAYORAL CANDIDATES" in large block letters. Try as he might, he could only think of one name that really fit what was best for the town. Underneath the title he'd jotted down the name that had haunted him from the moment she'd come into town. Portia Provoskia.

Week - 769 Welcome to White River: Part Three by hzoo_26

Description: She breathed in slowly, steeling herself as she entered. She could feel the change in the air as she entered, as heads slowly began to turn and stare. She spotted Enid, wearing a kilt and a dark brown shirt, a long swath of tartan fabric draping down her shoulder across her chest. She smiled, and gave Portia a thumbs up.