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.

Week - 770 Welcome to White River: Part Four by hzoo_26

Description: The voting was a formality as far as she was concerned. She wasn't prideful about it. She just knew that most of the town had finally accepted her. Now the only problem was proving that she was worthy of the title of mayor. That would be a battle of it's own.

Week - 985 Return to White River by hzoo_26

Description: "The bell that hung above the door still rang out with a cheerful clang, blissfully unaware of the emptiness of the darkened shop..."

Week - 986 Return to White River by hzoo_26

Description: "Dinner was a tense affair, the only sound being the tinkling of silverware against Helene's fine dishes. She refused to talk to him..."

Week - 987 Return to White River by hzoo_26

Description: "Although Nicholai may chastise me for sharing this, he has been directing me to keep an open set of ears for news out of Meridell..."

Week - 988 Return to White River by hzoo_26

Description: "He was escorted out of the inn, and into the harsh cold outside..."

Week - 989 Return to White River by hzoo_26

Description: "Mornings in White River, Meridell were usually quiet. The sun rose over the sea, illuminating the water, and bathing the streets of the town in a dusky red..."

Week - 990 Return to White River by hzoo_26

Description: "The air shimmered and weaved with tension as a few certain citizens of White River waited in the wings of the Town Hall..."

Week - 991 Return to White River by hzoo_26

Description: "Portia stood on the shoreline, feeling the sea breeze ruffle her hair. After she had put Charrie in his place, she had met with the council and explained the town’s new..."

Week - 992 Return to White River by hzoo_26

Description: "Portia let Charrie think on what she had said for a few days, keeping conversations polite but distant. She got back to daily operations of running the town, while..."

Week - 995 A Light in White River by hzoo_26

Description: "'The wind was strong today.' Miranda Moore thought to herself as she alighted right off of Main Street. The White Pteri was used to the coastal winds that came off the sea and buffetted the coastal town of White River, Meridell..."