|Checkmate: Part Four|
"You are a common villain and do not deserve
any semblance of honorable combat!"
|Cherries Jubalee: Part Three|
"The green Pteri that you captured earlier today.
What do you plan to do with her?"
|Gone Buck Wild: Part Two|
"KRAWKER_OTH! What kind of English is that you
possess?! Did you not have me as your English teacher this year?"
|Jhudaberries: Part Six|
"So that means that Jhudora's paying the Snowager
with the treasure he's guarding, so that the Snowager will guard Jhudora's treasure,
that even he can't get?"
|Just Ixi: Part Five|
Outside it was white. Just white.
Nothing else was visible through the blizzard. "But it’s the Lost Desert," I
complained. "The Lost Desert hasn’t had a storm like this since the beginning
|Mutants Ain’t Bad!: Part Two|
“I wonder how Violet will react…” I muttered
to myself as I slowly trudged to school with a heavy heart.
|Saving Time: Part Four|
He had fallen through the gap in the floor, but would the passage be wide enough
to accommodate his wingspan?
|So You Want to be a Faerie: Part Three|
A flash of light sent me leaping backward, and I felt my legs grow warmer and
warmer, so hot that I was sure I would melt. I howled in pain. Looking down,
I realized in horror that my legs were becoming furry...
|The Aisha Thieves 2: Part Six|
"What are you accomplishing
by doing this?" I asked, changing my track. "It won't work."
|The Great Chickentastic Catastrophe: Part Three|
On cue, Nigel fell to his knees and began to
sob, just as the Kiko Repo service towed his red Corvette.
|The League of Super Authors: Part Four|
As if on cue, a devilishly handsome red Eyrie
appeared in the doorway. "We have arrived at Mystery Island at last. The Tiki
Tack Man is waiting. He has presents for all of you," he said.
|The Reality of Dreams: Part Eight|
I was so busy pondering the events
that I completely forgot to be scared, even when Infernus was hit by a downdraft
of air that nearly knocked us into the ground.
|The WereLupe Files: Case 3-- Part Three|
Hmm, hair of a WereLupe. Where am I going
to get some hair of WereLupe? Khell thought.
|Zarrelian and the Fifth Grade Neoschool Camp of Doom: Part Two|
The bus was late. Mr. Bronston had tried to
deny it at first, but after ten minutes post the scheduled departure time; he
began to get concerned...