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Last Minute Gift (Baskets)
by placebo_533 | | Description: It's coming up to Valentines Day and we all know what that means... |
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Stuck
by placebo_533 | | Description: The first breath was the hardest. They call the last breath ‘the death rattle’, but the first after dying is more than that, worse than that. The shock of it is only half the trouble. It’s like a small fire, or some sort of explosion, igniting in your chest. I saw a ghostkerbomb go off once, with a piercing white fire. It felt the way that bomb had looked. |
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Jack-O-Luncheon
by placebo_533 | | Description: Boo! Aaah! |
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Baby Blues
by placebo_533 | | Description: Hush...
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Heavy Metal
by placebo_533 | | Description: A Mote. A particle, or speck of dust. A tiny, inconsequential amount of something, usually pictured floating off to nowhere. A little bit of somethingness to punctuate the nothingness. This might be what always made me uneasy, when I thought of motes - that emphasis of space. At least, I think it was; before that day, when I started thinking something else. |
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The Riddle of The Sphinx
by placebo_533 | | Description: Two travelers must answer... |
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True Colour
by placebo_533 | | Description: Gerard lay back, content at last, as the final word of his latest story dried on the paper. Complete at last. Already his head stormed with new ideas and fresh enthusiasm. No matter how many novels, or how many short stories, each began like first steps - brimming with new life and possibility. |
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The Truth About Clowns
by placebo_533 | | Description: At the beginning of Autumn, the clowns started to appear. They came out at night mostly. They would stand in the middle of the street, and watch you. They would peer into windows. You might find them looming in the dark at a park, at the local shop - anywhere and everywhere they appeared. |
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 Chasing Treasure: Part Six
Bannok prodded gingerly at his bad shoulder. It wasn't bleeding - wasn't even that badly hurt, on the surface - but the whole thing was a blue-black mess of bruise. He was only grateful that the swelling was being kept under control by the tight bandage he'd wrapped around it. His ribs, though. One of those was cracked at least, maybe broken.
by aethelar |
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 Casting a Shadow: Part Four
Late that night, Asilvani lay there in the living room, wide awake and staring at the ceiling. It was 3 AM, and she hadn’t slept at all. She was wallowing in guilt after everything Jimbigy had said to her earlier.
by winter_pony4 |
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 The Ardors and Agonies of Witchcraft: Part Five
Seneca was dragged out of the bog, gasping and coughing up mud. Because her vision was still clouded, she didn’t see who carried her to the cave, but they tossed her carelessly to the stone floor as soon as they arrived.
by hybatsu |
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 An Uprising of Sweepers: Part Six
The following few hours after the earlier excitement was much quieter, except for buzzes of activity in some parts of town. To any of the bandit scouts still present in town at this point of time before a raid, it would have appeared as though it was nothing out of ordinary. After all, what would these towns of Neopians be doing but day-to-day activities?
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