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The Fleapit Hotel: A Review
by kristenbb1 | | Description: Are you in need of a vacation? Do you simply need a relaxing weekend away from your noisy neighbors who blast Jub Zambra or Gruundo at all hours of the night? Would you like to stay at a luxurious hotel with all the amenities, including a restaurant, indoor pool, and a fitness center? If you said yes to any of those questions, then the Fleapit Hotel is not for you. |
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 Working at Kelp Restaurant: All You Need to Know!
For those pets looking for an esteemed establishment in which to kickstart their fine dining career, we have a former waitress from Kelp Restaurant to give us an inside scoop! Join us as Karen the Kacheek gives us the details on the menu, the drinks and how to achieve a coveted service position at Kelp!
by kimi10552 |
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 A Queen's Ascension - War:Part Eleven
Sankara knew she was beaten the moment Tomos and Vyssa had arrived with their armies. The Sakhmetian army, with all its might, was not prepared to battle international armies with backups ready to reengage even if they did defeat this first wave.
by dudeiloled |
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 Isolde and the Faerie Statue:Part Two
She found herself in a wood dense with trees. Most of their leaves had fallen off. Was it winter? No, it couldn’t be, she thought, because it felt so warm. Their branches stretched every which way and made a lattice under the sky through which you could make out little triangles of a faint purple sky. But, while Isolde was looking around, the sky rapidly began getting darker and transformed from a pale mauve to a deep black, so thick and opaque that she could hardly see the trees anymore. The clouds rolled across the sky rapidly, perhaps a little too rapidly and too close to the ground to be natural. Were those clouds, actually? She smelled the air. There was no doubting it—it was smoke.also written by anachronisms
by tsiegred |
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 The Toymaker
Snow fell in a hush on black rooftops and parapets, softening the look of decorative spikes and giving white wigs to gargoyles. Firelight flickered in hundreds of windows, creating a swarm of stars in a sea of dark stone.
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