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Answering Lucky Wing's List Thing

So I stalk  follow a bunch of Poptropica fan blogs (if you don't know what the heck I'm on about check out this post ) and on one of them, a Poptropica blogger posted a list of questions about the game. And I thought it would be fun to try and answer some of them. So that's what I'm going to be doing today. (If you've never heard of Poptropica before in your life then sorry because you're not gonna understand a thing. Just sayin'.) Let's go! Lucky Wing's List Thing What was the thought process behind no necks on Poptropicans? Seriously, where did they come up with that?! You know, I've always wondered that! How are they alive if they don't have necks?? Maybe the reason they have no necks is so their heads sort of pop up and down... you know, Pop tropica? Maybe that was the thought process? I really don't know. What is Director D’s real name!? Is this bugging anyone else here? The D in Director D stands for Danger. Like, 100%.

"Ghost House": A short story

It was drizzling slightly and my hair was starting to feel slightly damp as I stood there by the gate that led to the house’s front garden. It was an ordinary house; at least, anyone else would see it that way. A two-bedroomed end-of-terrace made of red bricks, with grimy windows and an unkempt front garden. The sort of house nobody looked twice at. But for me, it was the most important building in existence. It was my home. At least, it had been my home. This was the place where I had lived while I was growing up, while I was studying, still figuring out what I wanted from life. This was my childhood home. Ten years. It had been ten years since I’d last laid eyes on this building. Ten years since I’d packed my bags and moved to a different house, a different city, a different life. After my parents’ deaths I couldn’t bear to live here any longer… in short, I’d run away; mistakenly believing that by running I could somehow leave my grief behind, too. But I’d decided that, after a deca

Seven reasons why my cat and I are like sisters

1. I have to play with her when I'd rather be doing something else. 2. She disturbs me when I'm trying to study or read. 3. She wakes me up in the middle of the night because she wants to play. 4. We fight. I'm not kidding we actually fight sometimes. Usually it's when I have to brush her and she doesn't want me to. 5. Sometimes I tease her and she deliberately ignores me for a few hours. 6. She always gets her way. I'm serious. Every time. 7. Even though she can be really annoying I absolutely love her to bits. And, you know, I don't know what she thinks but I think she loves me back... kinda? -IndigoSky