Week - 544 Going Bankrupt by melina322

Description: Mom bit her lip and held up the envelope. "I guess you gotta learn sometime. We're bankrupt."

Week - 545 The Auction House by melina322

Description: "You have to keep track of the bids." Another nod. "Sir, I got it. We went over it yesterday..."

Week - 560 Money Tree by melina322

Description: "There are people who stand there all day waiting for miracles like that to happen."

Week - 561 Volunteering at the Pound by melina322

Description: I walked into the large, menacing building. I could see a pink Uni at the counter, writing furiously on something...

Week - 562 Underwater Fishing by melina322

Description: Ah, Ye Old Fishing Vortex. A great way to enjoy some time out of the house... and also get some free dinner, as my owner said.

Week - 572 Concerts and Explosions by melina322

Description: If you want to know why we're banned from the Tyrannian Concert Hall, you should read on.

Week - 573 The Geraptiku Temple by melina322

Description: "Kougra, I really don't think we should do this..." I muttered, taking in the giant temple in front of us.

Week - 584 Sword Fighting by melina322

Description: "I'm not a guard, Brynn. I don't need to learn how to use those silly steel things!"

Week - 585 One Day Older by melina322

Description: I'm Nicky, I'm a baby Kougra, and I'm seen as the youngest in my family. Not everyone knows that being the seemingly youngest is hard.

Week - 591 A New Battler by melina322

Description: I guess the real battledome is my house.

Week - 607 Lost in the Haunted Woods by melina322

Description: I had gotten angry over the smallest thing...

Week - 612 Cousin Catastrophe by melina322

Description: It all started on a normal morning. Everyone was up, eating breakfast, rubbing their eyes, Prince and Nicky wrestling on the kitchen floor. Yeah, we're not a normal family.

Week - 616 The Eating Contest by melina322

Description: "Lil' bro... we're going to have an eating contest!"

Week - 622 Rainy Days by melina322

Description: The rain pounded hard against the window, the frigid wind howling through the beating of the raindrops. A bored Baby Kougra stared out...

Week - 625 Through the Snow by melina322

Description: "Why do they call it Terror Mountain if there's nothing terrorizing about it?"

Week - 631 Nightmares by melina322

Description: "The storm scaring you, munchkin?" I queried even though the answer was obvious, tugging the blankets back to peer at my brother's frightened expression.

Week - 632 Roses and Chocolates by melina322

Description: "What FOR?" Hanso groaned. He definitely didn't like the looks of where this was going. Whenever that female street thief came along, so did her hot-tempered, grumpy, and scary... uh... intimidating husband.

Week - 655 Birthday Boy by melina322

Description: "Are you sure you have to go?"

Week - 657 A So-Called Vacation by melina322

Description: "All of you, pack up! We're going on vacation to Mystery Island!"

Week - 666 Costume Wars: Part One by melina322

Description: "Brynn, tell me why we're doing this... again?!"

Week - 667 Costume Wars: Part Two by melina322

Description: "Where'd they go?" Hannah sighed in defeat as the three came to rest in front of three poorly dressed and poorly posed mannequins. "They couldn't have gone very far!"

Week - 696 Through the Woods: Part One by melina322

Description: It wasn't often a fight broke out in the throne room. In fact, a fight really never broke out in the throne room. The only arguments that the queen had seen erupt in her throne room was a few between guards, and that one occurence with Jhudora and Illusen as always. Yet, here the faerie sat, watching with mild shock and slight amusement as a screaming match ensued right in front of her eyes.

Week - 697 Through the Woods: Part Two by melina322

Description: Kanrik and Jazan had been walking for quite a while, the two waving their torches around for better light. All they saw were endless trees and bushes, with the occasional petpet hopping past. Other than that, the place felt eerily abandoned; the silence only disturbed by the sounds of leaves and their footsteps.