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Moquotamorphosis

Night paired eternally over Neovia. The fog hid the trees from far away. It was a strange winter. Most Nenovians stayed inside their homes, waiting for the season to be over.

by graevyard
Old Friends

The figure did not linger in the streets of Neovia, as the thick night fog curled around her dark robe. She was bundled up tight against the night air, a hood hiding much of her face.

by herdygerdy
Ilere, the haunting of the woods

Dusk began to fill the evening air, as Haunted Woods enveloped in the dark shadow of night, making the atmosphere more creepy and dangerous than it had previously been before the sun began to set. collab with tarons

by devotedly
Those Who Live In Neovia

Kenny knew there were stories about that place. These stories were vague, but they existed nonetheless.

by dinduidindo
The Shadow

I’ve been here now for two days, quite alone. I feel that it is imperative I write down an accurate record of what I have witnessed should I meet any unfortunate circumstances.

by havittaa
 
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"Those Who Live In Neovia" by dinduidindo
Kenny knew there were stories about that place. These stories were vague, but they existed nonetheless. Stories of people who had bought the house, only to have something happen to them. What that something was varied from story to story, but in all of them, the house was always put on sale again soon after. At some point, people just stopped buying it, instead deciding to go to any other place. Kenny didn’t really believe in those stories. After all, it was just a house, right? And while ghosts and monsters existed, none of them would bother with a single house for over twenty years.




Other Stories


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The Neovian Printing Press's Gothic Selection
Neovian Gothic. A term that sounds specific but the actual definition is ambiguous.

by pikachu315111

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The Flower Language of Neovia
Flower Language is not a means of communication widely seen outside of Neovia - sure, here and there you might find a land that attaches some meaning to a specific plant, but nothing to this extent.

by mollyscribbles

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All hat, no dragon
Night in Neovia did not fall so much as roll over and settle more deeply into the dense, foggy gloom that veiled the formerly cursed town even by daytime.

by liouchan

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The River that Flows Eternal
"Tylix! Tylix! Wake up!" The young Kacheek sat up with a start.

by movie138music

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Random Oddness: Neovian Gothic
The crumpetmonger's happy accident.

by mistyqee

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A Relic of the Past
A rocky purchase...

by _brainchild_



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