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Issue: 803 | 27th day of Collecting, Y19 |
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Short Stories
| CompensationThe centrifuge whirred softly in the background as the Hissi stood behind another counter, distilling a potion of morbid purple. This experiment was the toughest one yet...
by rurirawr | | The Tremblay HouseAt the end of Fetch Close, just off Winding Woods Drive, stood the Tremblay House.
by catchinglights | | Ylana Skyfire Saves HalloweenYlana Skyfire stalked down the streets of Neopia Central, blaster at the ready. “That stupid Alien Aisha is going to pay for making me come all the way to this backwater planet,”
by cosmicfire918 | | Prelude to the Resurgence: "Seeking" AidTaking a winding key from his vest pocket with one paw and wiping his sweat-fogged brass goggles with his other, he placed the winding key into the box and began to turn it...
by opossumman | | The Mystery of the Black Haunted MandolinIt had been four days that it was possible to hear a melody that always played at the same time, a song that shivered to the last hair of the tail.
by dgpaxiel | | The Ghost, The Witch and The StoryWhat happens when a ghost and a witch try to uncover her death?
by cheetahzluv990 | | The Beauty Queen's Curse I knew from the first moment I stepped foot on the porch of the house on Elm Lane that something was very, very wrong.
by silver_mist_91 | | The Lonely GhostHer owner had decided this Halloween to paint her Ghost – and before you say it, her owner knew that Ghosts were not just for Halloween, they were for life.
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Headlines "The Ghost, The Witch and The Story" by cheetahzluv990 Grab me that burning potion from the top left shelf, darling?"
"This one, right?"
Tegan grabbed the potion from Priscilla's hand without taking her eyes off of her spell book. Finally after looking at the spell long enough she looked at the potion. She brought her face close to it, her eyes squinting as she examined it. Priscilla simply floated around her, glancing at Tegan every now and then to see how she was coming along.
"And this spell you’re making is going to do what to me now?" She asked, eyeing the bubbling cauldron. It glowed a pastel shade of pink and gave off a faint scent of bubblegum roses. It had a homey feel, which was fairly surprising for one of Tegan’s spells.Usually she concocted up something that was for the greed of another and her own. Those usually gave off a feel that left you cold and empty hearted, as if you were stuck in a rainstorm with no one around to help keep you warm. Priscilla hated those spells the most. She couldn’t stand to be any more cold than she already was. Being a ghost takes away any and all warmth you once had, and having something that made you more cold just left you more empty than you once were. Yet, this spell gave her such a feel that left something odd inside her, as if it were possibly alive once again.
Other Stories
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A Night in the Haunted Woods Oh no! You knew you shouldn't have fallen asleep in the woods...the Haunted Woods! You stand up and rub your eyes. It is very dark. Night has fallen. Everyone knows the warning not to stay after sunset. Where am I?Also by jena92
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