The Daily Grind By Sunryse

With my hungry pets,
I'm just trying to get by
And it's kind of hard
With prices shooting way up high.

The Fruit Machine and The Shrine,
Are both personal favourites of mine.

Then it's off to the Tombola Machine
Where I hope for more than just Baked Beans.

When we stop by the Lab,
My pets start looking grave
Then a stat increases
And suddenly they're brave.

I love my pets to pieces,
And I think they're super cute
But when I have no food to give,
That point becomes quite moot.

Everyday we prance around
Looking for prizes on the ground!

"Something Has Happened!"
Are my favourite words!
Then a Bug Brother steals something
And the phrase becomes absurd.

Skymp, my pet, wants a NeoQuest Cloak
Sorry, Skymp... but Mommy's broke.

Making Neopoints for ourselves
While still trying to be kind,
That's our normal day;
That's our daily grind.

The Storytelling Contest By Rocketslasher

Every day I go and check,
Have they put my paragraph up yet?
What a shame,
It's still the same,
Gee, I think,
Wouldn't it be neat?
Just to win,
And then be rich,
Then sell my item,
Why, I would be able
To buy my pet the world!

From day to day I hope,
Can't they just choose mine?
But the answer is nope,
But still I check and I write,
And I wish, just wish,
They they could give me the prize!
Ok, I think, I'll play
A game of Cliffhanger,
And then go back and see,
I sweat as I slowly enter the page,
I count the colors as I scroll down,
Yellow, green, yellow, green, yellow,
Dang! No new additions...
I'll come back in half an hour.

A half an hour has gone by,
"Please... please!" I pray,
I count the colors again as I scroll,
Yellow, green, yellow, green, yellow,
Oh, what's this?
There's now an extra green...
I quickly read the first few words,
Shucks!!
They're not mine.
I sigh as I exit the page.
Next time I will take the prize,
I will come back
And see my story
Right here on this page!
I think to myself.
But for now I have to go...
It's time for bed.
So as I lay down to fall asleep,
I brainstorm for the next time I write!

Battledome March By Krockhotshot

I train all day, work all night
Building strength, learning to fight
I choose my weapons
Strap them on
And to the Battledome we march

Must draw my swords,
And Attack Forks, too
I stare at my opponent
A Chia... red hue
I hop on the platform
Thank the Training School
And in the Battledome we duel

He makes his move first
From his Frost Cannon, an icy burst
I'm knocked back
But not for long
I don't give up
I must be strong
I draw my sword
The Chia cannot hide
I've got the Battledome on my side

And from my sword, a direct hit indeed
The Chia draws another weapon
But my shield covers me
It's my turn again
The battle goes on
But I draw my Attack Fork
This battle won't be long

I strike and hit
The Chia falls down
I know I've won this one
On my head comes the crown
I shout out in victory
Wave to all my friends
But then everything in sight
Comes to an end

I wake up in my bed now
Rub my eyes and moan
I'm just a baby Shoyru
Can't fight until I'm grown

The Pant Devil By Zefhyre

They all say the Pant Devil�s lazy,
Nasty, mean, and "what a brute."
And so I think I must be crazy,
Because I think he�s rather cute.

An I know they all think he�s evil,
Stealing items, robbing loot,
But I think there�s more to his story,
Maybe he�s misunderstood?

Maybe stealing's his addiction;
He can't find a support group.
Maybe that's the job they gave him;
He�ll get fired if he won't.

Maybe he's in need of money;
His only hope's to be a thief.
He can't even afford a flag,
And has to use a pair of briefs.

Or maybe he's just very lonely;
He has no one to talk to.
He fell in love with the Tooth Faerie,
But he hasn�t lost a tooth.

So be kind to this little devil,
Small blue ghost with giant grin.
Next time you go to your deposit box,
Leave out an apple for him.

Cave Chia's Woes By The11thwiseman

Pestered and bothered
And bugged some more
There is this one Chia
Who is always a bore
His primitive mind
Has him always in a rage
Which binds his soul,
Much like a cage

This poor little creature
Claims to be mad
That a Usul just stole
The lunch he once had
He challenges anyone
Who looks at him wrong
And seems to beat them over,
While he sings a primative song

All I can say,
Is that this poor lonely creature
Who had not decayed
Only challenges for he has woes
And not the simple thought
That all are his foes