Week - 558
Dissonance: Part One
by lithoxide |
| Description: "No, I'm afraid that your time is up; your taxes are due," I interrupted, strolling past him into his house uninvited. It was a rundown sort of place... |
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Week - 559
Dissonance: Part Two
by lithoxide |
| Description: "You've ruined so many lives, and I don't think that you care." |
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Week - 560
Dissonance: Part Three
by lithoxide |
| Description: They didn't know that I used to be one of them. |
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Week - 609
Oh Glory: Part One
by lithoxide |
| Description: As the tears streaked down his face, falling into the basin below, he slammed his fists against the bathroom mirror in angst. Darric had no idea who he was, what he was about, what he was doing. |
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Week - 610
Oh Glory: Part Two
by lithoxide |
| Description: Immediately he was met with overwhelming heat and an air thick with smoke. He coughed, covering his nose with his shirt... |
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Week - 611
Oh Glory: Part Three
by lithoxide |
| Description: The next few moments happened so quickly that they were a blur, like in a dream... |
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Week - 740
Data-a-Roo: Examining Dice-a-Roo Outcomes
by lithoxide |
| Description: On Roo Island, there is a regal Blumaroo beckoning you to play a little dice game. This game is called Dice-a-Roo, and it has a simple premise. These dice are high-risk, high-reward. While you often risk a game over by continuing, you have a chance at obtaining a jackpot, which also comes with an additional avatar reward! |
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Week - 761
Nerkmid Type and the Alien Vending Machine
by lithoxide |
| Description: In this realm of conflicting information, I was curious to see the true statistical basis of these opinions. Thus, I ran my own data collection on the Nerkmid prizes. |
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Week - 781
We Are the Waiting
by lithoxide |
| Description: This is a story about growing up and facing the hard decision of moving on in your life. |
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Week - 783
Subject to Change
by lithoxide |
| Description: About that...
Also by jerricaleonard |
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Week - 805
Hostage
by lithoxide |
| Description: The shadows swirled around her like water escaping down a drain. They screeched at her, taunting her very existence. |
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