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Week - 467

Costume Adventure
by annuuna
Description: As always, everyone was supposed to be dressed as something scary or spooky. The problem was that I had absolutely no idea what I was going to be!

Week - 470

Snowager's Shadow
by annuuna
Description: Everyone knows that he has a pile of treasure in that cave and that he guards it day and night. But has anybody ever seen him leave that cave?

Week - 622

Unlucky Birthday
by annuuna
Description: The first rays of the morning sun filtered through the window into Reedias' small room. The Draik in question was currently sleeping...

Week - 750

Samrin and Balthazar
by annuuna
Description: Such an innocent question that one of the younger neopets in my village asked me yesterday. I told her I had no idea why Balthazar keeps pestering me. It was a lie, I know very well why he is so keen on eating my petpets but it’s not something I like to think about.

 
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The Greatest Show In Neopia!: Part Two
One more potential customer rushed away into the distance shaking a hairy head emphatically, as Kadar tried to use his natural showmanship to earn his small group a sale on their hand-drawn maps.

by chavo_guerrero

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NeoPaper: The Box
Of course it works!

by mbredboy31

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A Strange Necessity
Nothing remarkable, or noteworthy. She could—and did—live with that. It was fulfilling, and the kindness she received in turn made it worth all her while. Which made the golden ticket in her paws all the more strange.

by drifbilim

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Scene from the Gormball Championship
It's that time of year again!

by gumgum101230

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Weewoos: The Legend Behind The Myth
At dusk, when the last of Krawk Island's pirate inhabitants make their final rounds at the docks of Neopia's largest port, their song begins. The constant cry of the onomatopoeically named Weewoo fills the cool night air with a gentle but eerie sound. The melody can be heard all the way into the great waters as if bidding farewell to the late night travellers leaving their shores.

by faeriequeenoffire



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