"The Return" by phsycoticdancer "A joke!" A green fist slammed down on the mantel and rested there. "Is that all I am?!" The caped figure raised both arms imploringly at the painting above the fireplace. "Is that all I have become?" he mourned. His arms fell to his sides, his hands tightening into fists. He swung around to look down at the quivering purple Grundo behind him, and shook one fist at it...
Poison Doll It had only been a few days since her Grandmamma had sent
her a similar Neogram beginning with the same sentence, Please, do not be
alarmed...
Clara: Part One The Eyrie whispered something to the lady who
nodded, took a step towards the adoption counter, and stopped. The Eyrie gave
her a gentle prod, but she didn't move...