"Painted Weewoo and the Maraquan Dillema" by cherishtwilight "Boss. Boss, something’s happened.”
“What is it, you nitwits?” the shuffling of feathers. A Weewoo in a suit and tie, eliminating evidence of pastry crumbs and red jam. “I’m busy.”
“Lawrence and Burlap’s come back from their job, they brought back their messages with them. Their diving suits are broken, Lawrence is completely catatonic and Burlap’s muttering things. Something about read smug, or knee lugs.”
The Boss glared at them both, silently. “Where’d they come from?”
“Maraqua, sir.”
The Boss stood silently in the quiet mess of the office, before massaging his forehead with a feather or two. “Has it not occurred to you idiots that he may’ve said ‘Slug Monster’?”
Why Are You Writing? The blank paper stared up from the notebook. Each moment passed felt like an eternity gone by. Every tick of the clock seemed to echo throughout the room. The shadow Wocky chewed the end of his pencil, quickly putting teeth marks in it. He had tried everything; pacing, reading, eating, meditating, yet the paper remained blank, seemingly watching him, waiting for his move.
Of Wizards and Weewoos If you want something badly enough, you'll do anything to get it.
That was the motto Sylvia lived by. It had served the shadow Aisha well over the years; first in the academy, and then in becoming a fully-fledged secret agent.
How to Lose Neopoints They fill up your home so that there's barely any room for you and your pets. And wedged in the one free corner of your Neohome that's not yet overtaken by the towers of Neopoints, with your Zafara's elbow poking you in the ribcage and your Aisha's earstalk tickling your nose, you ask yourself: what now?
The Complete Trophy Hunter’s Guide for Beginners We have all been there: you go to someone’s user lookup and start scrolling and it seems to never end. They have so many trophies! If you’re like me at all, trophy envy sets in immediately. Your first question usually is, “How do I get so many trophies? Where do I start?”
The Gallant Return of Kathryn and Tobin: Part Five By the time we had completed the glass-bottom boat tour, it was only one o'clock, so I had two hours to kill before Daisy came over. Tobin asked if I wanted to explore the woods for snorkles that liked to root around in the undergrowth and leaf litter for truffles, but I was too mad at him.
On The Revolution of Heavenly Spears: Part One Normally, after Ryshu the Nimmo entered the school’s wooden doors half an hour before the official opening time, he would meditate privately in the tranquillity of dawn, closing his eyes and slowly taking in the fresh breezes that rolled in through the window, pausing every so often to change his current position. As an instructor, this was something expected of him; appreciating silence, after all, did help boost one’s endurance.