Week - 611 Lost in... Jelly World? by butterfly7672

Description: For years Neopians everywhere have claimed a certain world doesn't exist.

Week - 624 Random Contest Woes by butterfly7672

Description: "Our Random Contest entry! You're already finished, aren't you? We had like a week!"

Week - 629 The Thing About Morphing Potions by butterfly7672

Description: I woke up in the morning feeling slightly groggy. I groaned as I dragged myself out of bed, and immediately collapsed on the floor. I hate mornings...

Week - 630 The Creation Room by butterfly7672

Description: I remember it like it was yesterday.

Week - 641 Dailies by butterfly7672

Description: I had to do the dailies. Oh no, I thought.

Week - 657 My New Look by butterfly7672

Description: Why couldn't I see the mirror? Suddenly everything seemed to loom over me, seeming higher than usual. Something was wrong.

Week - 702 A Day in the Life of a Weewoo by butterfly7672

Description: The blue Kacheek finished the last sentence of the letter, dipping the quill into the ink one more time to sign her name in a flourish. Next to her, Avis, a white Weewoo, dozed in a roomy bird cage, her head tucked under her wing.

Week - 715 The Secret Behind the Wishing Well by butterfly7672

Description: I’m pretty sure we all know the Wishing Well. Remember that old well you used to stand by in Neopia Central, aimlessly dropping countless coins in while muttering about a Faerie Paint Brush? Well, I’m here to prove to you that it’s not as magical and innocent as it seems. Yes, it might seem crazy now, but I’m telling you- that well isn’t what it seems to be.

Week - 729 Unwelcome by butterfly7672

Description: “Hey, where’s Flo?” I asked, suddenly realizing that the halloween Cybunny was nowhere to be seen. “Flo? Oh. She’s just out running some, uh, errands,” my owner said carefully. I narrowed my eyes suspiciously. I wondered if she knew that she was as terrible at lying as I was at making questioning faces that looked threatening.

Week - 779 A Night at the Kadoatery by butterfly7672

Description: I noted, pointing across the street to a small building that was shaped like a box. A large Kadoatie statue was sitting on the roof contentedly. “It’s called the Kadoatery,”