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Issue: 474 | 17th day of Celebrating, Y12 |
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 | The Waffle Truth"Trevy, we need to move," Trish announced...
by crovv |  | Another Day to FishSuddenly the shadow was no longer a shadow, but a titanic giant squid! Its eye came up and looked at me.
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by midnight_009 |  | Baby Space FungusI heard him approach, pause for only a second before, and declare, "I think you missed some."
by spiderxmonkey |  | AloneOpallo sat on the raft, gazing in horror at the ocean. He was a Jetsam, and he was master of his element. Until now...
by duskmoor |  | The Adventures of a P3As Mootie began to snip once more at the tall stalks of grass, there was a sudden commotion nearby as a few soldiers rushed by, nearly knocking down a nester mootix. "What's going on?" Mootie asked, twitching his antennae nervously.
by ilovcanis |  | We Truly WereLeaves rustled in the cool fall air. A whisper of despair calling out into the openness.
by nirette |  | Adventure to Roo Island by Prof. Milton ClodbottleGreetings, everyone, Prof. Milton Clodbottle speaking.
by chromatique |  | Grandma's Prized Possession"And this," Grandma said while she gently pulled a small ivory tea cup from the top shelf of an ancient wooden cabinet, "is my prized possession."
by backpack1110 |  | The Reawakening of the MSPPNow come on in, don't be afraid. 'Though, you probably should be. Oh well, nothing I could do about it now – they've seen you entering, so it's certainly too late now.
by nachtregen |  | Not all Stones are SilentA thought about what the Darkest Faerie would say if she could see Xandra right now...
by hitsukineko |  | It All Started With a Love of MossBagirmis loved terrariums because she loved moss. Her windowsill was lined with glass jars of various sizes, shapes, and colors.
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Headlines "We Truly Were" by nirette Felicia collapsed beside me and stroked my hair. "Detective Alpini dug up some news; Dejordanii took himself to the pound. He is, and it's the law, with a new owner now." She sighed loudly. "I scheduled a visit with his new parent. We'll see him tomorrow." A tear fell down my pink fur. "Why did he leave?" I sobbed, tossing the rose petal away. It fluttered to the ground and landed in a pool of water, where it...
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