"The Survivor" by lupe_hunter_7 I remember when the gypsy caravan arrived on our street. It was warm and sunny, just a typical summer day. Like the rest of the residents living on Rainbow Lane, I wondered why a caravan had chosen to come here, of all places. I went out of my Neohome, curious to see what would happen next. A few seconds later, three girls, a Pink Aisha, a Red Wocky, and a Blue Usul, came out from the back of the caravan and began setting up their shop. All three of them wore the same patched up clothing...
Falling Rain: Part One High above this Citadel— his Citadel— General Kass was watching. The new moon had risen. And with it, a new dawn must always follow.
Seashells: Part Four Samara did her best to look miserable as Hareth and Darren led her down a hall and into the prison cells. She didn't really know how she was going to save her mother...