Amarver grasped the glass bulb with the tongs and held it up to the light. The golden afternoon sunlight illuminated it like a lantern, shimmered with reds and blues. As he slowly turned it, the refracted colors swirled around the walls of the workshop. But, he narrowed his eyes, alas, it was unevenly shaped. He flung it out the window with ( Read more... )

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   Hearing footsteps approaching, Numbat quickly grabbed her shirt and pulled it on over her pale pink skin. This shirt had a black and white checkered pattern on the soft hair of the outside surface. Thus presentable, she was back to making faces in the mirror when her friend Thylacine knocked on the edge of the log that was her home and then ( Read more... )