"Masila: After the Battle" by natasha_nguyen The storyteller seemed to smile again. It was hard to tell, when her face was almost entirely hidden by the rough material of her hood. "Ah, you younglings. All you want are tales of light, of golden heroes, of triumph over evil. Beings who become so warped by tales that they are transformed into creatures of utter perfection. You want glistening statues of heroism and good endings that finish so peacefully and dramatically..."
Just Different, Just MorningGlory Early_MorningGlory sat at the window, watching the rising sun paint the pure white snow pink and gold. The yellow Lupe was curled up on the window seat, wearing an old fashioned dress. She was scribbling away on a piece of paper, attempting to ignore the chaos issuing through out the rest of the house...
Masila: After the Battle The storyteller gave a tiny smile and straightened, using a staff to help her. A terrible fall in the distant past had hurt her backbone considerably...
Gross Food: Grossly Misunderstood? Welcome to the world of Gross Food. Not to be confused with food that is gross, such as sprouts, broccoli, and oatmeal...
Catching Up: Part One It was a fine day, crisp and cool as an autumn day should be, when the incoming class of Faerie Academy lined up alongside the practice field to wait for their instructor...