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The Cold, Clear Day in Happy Valley

The Mountain Weekly still ran the same old stories to try to get people to "support the cause" again. What cause was there anymore? Tavi, the hero of Terror Mountain, had fled and taken Baelia with her, never to be seen again.

by cloud411908
Rekindled Hope

All of a sudden, a thought leapt into my mind. What had become of that Kougra, that bright little spark, whom I had seen nearly four years ago?

by guddi6
Desolate

For as long as anyone could remember, it had been the sole chronicler of every sad story in the whole world.

by thorndove
Action Air Tales: Privateer's Bane!

"You have been selected as one of the premier freelance aces to undertake a confidential mission to protect a classified cargo..."

by thatsextraheretical
Kingdom of the Mind

"My king, the Oracle is here by your request."

by lyraedi
Letters to Baelia

"That's Baelia, Lucy. Now, come on; it's not polite to stare."

by kat_sings
Fading to Joy

Growing up, Vaesrin has always been more comfortable to be the observer rather than the observed...

Also by repulsives

by ava_ked

Reason We're Here

Dr. Death put a hand on the Gelert's shoulder. "She's not coming back. Let's find you somewhere to stay."

by solcana64
Memories Of A Son

'I'm going to be a hero!' you exclaimed, brandishing your lolly stick...

Art by mybestfriendgina

by epode

Solitary Epiphany

What was I, but a single speck of dust in a world that expected me to be great, before I could find myself?

by sylviau
The Forgotten Tale of the Grey Faerie

Fog settled ever deeper over the normally sunny valleys of Brightvale, blanketing all of Neopia in its misty shroud...

by astra139
Grey Daze

I woke up in a fog, in a daze of grey motes swimming across my eyes.

by mamasimios
 
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"Kingdom of the Mind" by lyraedi
"My lord Nexinus, king of Falthyr," a voice of charcoal drawled. "How may I serve thee?" The Oracle reached up to the hood of her cloak and revealed her face – an Aisha with fur like the foam on forgotten seas. Her eyes had long lost their usefulness, now an empty pool of silver...




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How to Survive Grey Day: A Guide
*This story is not a guide on what to avoid in case of zombie apocalypse.

by notonetobequiet

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Celebrating Grey Day
Why would we want to set aside a whole day each year to celebrate such a dreary, dismal color?

by spleniferous_k

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Daylight's Dirge: Part Four
The next three days passed in a blur. Pariel unloaded his ship, examining each piece of metal to see whether or not it was useable as it was.

by kittengriffin

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Viva la Resistance!: Part Two
"Good, I do like it when I don't have to introduce myself," he said. "The reason I ask is out of good manners. You see, I know exactly who you are."

by herdygerdy

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The Zanuxar & Puknot Show: Yurble Go Round
Resistance is futile.

by wingsofathena

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Freak-out - Respect
Ah! Snowfall...

by ichigostars



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