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 | The Adventures of Trina: The Glass Key: Part ElevenI’ve never gone down so many stairs in my life. By now I must have ran down at least thirty floors worth of white walls and white stairs—each floor indistinguishable from the last—and there was no end in sight. Finally, I came to a door. I figured that even if it’s not an exit, it would be a nice place to hide and regain my energy.
by ummagine3284 |  | Eye of the Crokabek: Part FiveThe next day dawned bright and clear. Not that that made any difference to anyone living in Moltara, of course.
by reiqua |  | Janet and Jane: The Case of the Rough Waters: Part ThreeWorking on a pirate ship wasn't as bad as I thought it would be – still wasn't fun, but it wasn't exactly terrible. Swab the deck, cook the food, make sure everyone was getting along, that was only a few of my jobs. It was tiring
by chasing_stars44 |  | Sakhmet Stories - The Witch And The Thief: Part Two"We'll need supplies. And with half the town in a dowdy slump, I doubt the market will serve us any good." Nephthysma paused, and she sighed heavily, knowing what she was about to say next.
by iamnotaaron |  | Sylva's Spirit: Origins: Part ThreeSylva vowed to not say a word to any of the crew about the stranger looking at him .As the day blended into night, makeshift beds were formed out of leaves on the beach. It was cold in the evenings, and leaves didn't do much to keep the heat in. Eliza had approached Sylva, her face bittersweet, thankful to be alive and sad at the situation. The two sat down in the sand, now cool under their paws.
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"Two Cups of Islandberry Juice" by amulet_strawberry
"So I have this idea.”
Aristotle A. Avinroo didn’t have to look up from the game screen; multitasking was his strong point.
“Do tell,” he said.
Abigail tried her best to explain while maneuvering the speeding Meerca on the game screen. Her brother stated that games helped to strengthen various skills, such as focusing on two things at once.
“You know how you started that Games Master Challenge thing last month?” She took a moment to dodge a red Negg. “I was thinking that maybe I could do something like that with you.”
AAA smiled. “Tell me more.”
She continued. “Well, since I’m not exactly a pro gamer, maybe participants who are at my level could try to beat my score, and more experienced gamers could choose to challenge you. Then we’d do that every day for about a month.”
“A challenge, huh?” The yellow Blumaroo flicked his fingers on the game controller. “Kind of like a dare.”
Abigail’s sea green eyes lit up. “A daily dare!”
Her brilliant name she came up with caused her to jump up from the sofa, but in the process also led her Meerca to crash into its own tail. Her score—the typical amount of a little under a hundred—flashed on the screen in white letters.
AAA purposely grabbed a red Negg to end his game. He wanted to discuss more of the event idea with his sister. The Blumaroo took a sip of his favorite beverage: Islandberry Juice. Abigail drank the same juice from her glass as well.
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Pets were milling about on the streets, anticipating the announcement signaling the start of the hunt. One Woodland Uni decided to stay inside, however, choosing instead to focus on a few odd experiments. His name was Bennett, and as a detective, he reasoned that he had better things to do than to search for brightly-colored Neggs like a hyperactive child.Also by phoenix_through_fire
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 The Retracticity Core
The day starts with breakfast, like it always does. Borovan doughnuts today, imported from Neopia, just a rainbow ride away from Roo Island. Jeronie makes coffee for herself, musing while she does.Also by applefaerie99
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 Stamp Collecting For Beginners
So you want to be an Ultimate Stamp Collector, eh? Well, you’ve come to the right place! Don’t worry, I won’t waste your time with tons of useless pleasantries and introductory nonsense. We’ll get right down to business.
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 Underoffering on the PC: Crime or Struggle?
The Pound Chat (PC) is a scary place, to a newcomer it’s positively terrifying. Once you learn the lingo and get used to bumping with a smiley or full stop, you might be forgiven for thinking your trial ends there. “But wait!”, you hear the PC cry. What about… values?
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