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	Invisible I am invisible. And I don’t mean that in the sense that I’m one of those shy, insignificant, or soft spoken pets. I mean exactly what I say: I am literally Invisible. I have that Fyora-forsaken Lab Ray to thank. by madidogs88
	A Draik's Dessert-Themed Dilemma The sky was dark, and Batterflies littered the air. Hessron the Plushie Draik was in his bed, trying to sleep. However, his ears were plagued by an odd, creepy noise. Therefore, he got up to investigate. by _brainchild_
	Farewell to Lynwood From the moment Suhel Caradoc laid eyes on the Lynwood School for Girls, she knew she did not belong there. he little Christmas-coloured Lupe poked out her snout from the window of her carriage, eyeing the grounds with distaste. by cosmicfire918
	A Place To Be The snow was leaking through her beaten souled boots. Black rubber was grinding on freshly fallen January snow, as Arrow dug deeper into its depths . A pudgy, round faced women was having the same struggle as she dug her shovel deeper into the drive way. by indigo_sky_26
	The Malevolent Candy Vampire Tulse, by very nature—as he was a most fluffy Marshmallow Grundo—always loved all things sweet. In fact he dedicated his life to sweets and eventually opened up his own bakery where he handcrafted every delectable sweet he could dream up! by jhudora96

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"Farewell to Lynwood" by cosmicfire918
From the moment Suhel Caradoc laid eyes on the Lynwood School for Girls, she knew she did not belong there. The little Christmas-coloured Lupe poked out her snout from the window of her carriage, eyeing the grounds with distaste. The lawns were immaculate, the stately trees devoid of low-hanging branches for climbing, and the school building itself was the most boring grey monolith Suhel had ever seen. Even her parents’ house was more interesting because they liked to buy expensive things to show off, but Lynwood seemed to scream dullness—or rather, to whisper it politely. Suhel’s dark green ears drooped. Barring holidays, this was to be her home for the next seven years of her education, and she felt a pit of dread well up in her stomach. “You’re slouching,” her governess said. Suhel stiffened and clenched her paws in her lap, shooting an exasperated glare at the aging, thin-lipped red Blumaroo who sat across from her. She and Miss Matilla had never gotten along, but Father paid Miss Matilla too much for the governess to quit. “I can’t help it,” the Lupe muttered. “These boots pinch my toes and make my paws hurt. And you’ve braided my hair much too tightly.” Sitting up straight was just too much to ask on top of all of the other discomfort Suhel was experiencing. Her long, curly black hair hung in two glossy plaits over her shoulders, although a few bits of frizz had managed to defiantly sneak their way free.

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