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Issue: 809 | 15th day of Celebrating, Y19 |
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| The Magical Transporter:Part SevenEveryone sat in a circle around judge Hog.
by hallie035 | | Ballindalloch:Part SevenHer dreams last night consisted of soccer, a thousand people thronging her backyard, cold lemonade and colder coffee, and Mr. Konishi. All the events of the previous day seemed to play over and over in Avery's head, as if they were a Neovision movie being rewound, fast-forwarded and rewound, and started over again.
by dewdropzz | | Hitomi the Witch:Part SixTHERE'S NO WAY THIS CAN BE REAL!
by downrightdude | | A Hero's Journey:Part FourThe pirates had reached Rupert's tiny transport boat. There were about twenty other passengers on board, now all crammed and huddled together underneath the deck in a small chamber.
by jetaketa | | Lucci, The Moon Spirit:Part ThreeIt was then, that night at dinner that Lucci would learn so much about herself. She would learn she was still tied to the moon; she was still the Moon Spirit.
by _the_spardel_queen_ | | Giving Day at Black Keep:Part TwoThe lord mayor had picked out some nice rooms for his friends on the same floor as the guest quarters Celice usually stayed in, and he and Celice enjoyed watching them admire the décor.
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Headlines "Are All People Deserving of Success?" by butterflybandage "Are all people deserving of success?"
The six, intimidating words hung in the air, heavy and overcast. Krell looked around the room, a sea of nameless faces appearing to be just as unsure as he felt. This only comforted him momentarily when the professor smacked her cane against the chalkboard, once again drawing attention to the question.
"Are all people deserving of success?"
Krell shifted in his seat, too muscular to fit comfortably, his shoulders hunched up by his ears and left leg dangling awkwardly to the side. This caught the attention of the ancient Draik, whose sudden jerk of excitement startled the monstrous Kyrii.
"You had something to say?" she asked expectantly. Krell figured he’d have to answer anyway, even if he embarrassingly explained he was simply squished like a sardine with thighs stuck between the seat and desk. Instead, he attempted an answer.
"Uh. I mean, yeah? No?" A shiver ran down his spine.
"Well, which is it?" she laughed. "It can’t be both!" The rest of the class nervously joined in, watching him from the corners of their eyes, relief echoing in their laughs, thankful they hadn’t been the ones singled out.
Krell silently cursed his physique—how much trouble had it gotten him in?—and muttered a final, "I don’t know."
The Draik raised a wrinkled hand, but was serendipitously interrupted by a Weewoo, chirping loud and determined.
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Christmas in Moltara This time of year, we are always presented with the traditional holiday images: snowmen, hot chocolate, roaring fireplaces and toasty chestnuts, carolers out in the snow, but sometimes, we forget that the holidays isn't all cold days, snowflakes, and getting bundled up until we resemble a small yeti everywhere.
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