Week - 435 The Friend by antiaircraft_3

Description: The mirror snickered. You really can't, can you? Look at yourself. Mutants have been prettier.

Week - 440 Flowlight: Moon - Eternal Stranger: Part One by antiaircraft_3

Description: This is the first part of one of the foretellings of the Great Eyrie Sage of Shenkuu, Four Left Feet – currently held in prison at the displeasure of the Emperor – as recited by his scribe, One Pugilistic Mootix.

Week - 441 Flowlight: Moon - Eternal Stranger: Part Two by antiaircraft_3

Description: "I never said I was harmless."

Week - 442 Flowlight: Moon - Eternal Stranger: Part Three by antiaircraft_3

Description: "There's no way you could've been around a hundred years ago," he was saying. "There's no such thing as an immortal pet..."

Week - 469 Flowlight: Sun - Echoes of Pride - Part One by antiaircraft_3

Description: None of the occupants of this particular inn were going to bother getting up because of something as petty as daytime.

Week - 470 Flowlight: Sun - Echoes of Pride: Part Two by antiaircraft_3

Description: "I've someone to meet," said the Xweetok, "and if you will insist on coming with us, at least try not to act so... conspicuously. It makes things hungry."

Week - 471 Flowlight: Sun - Echoes of Pride: Part Three by antiaircraft_3

Description: A voice emerged from the creature's throat, oddly inflected, yet recognisable. "Who are you to know my name? You are nothing to us. You are food."

Week - 472 Flowlight: Sun - Echoes of Pride: Part Four by antiaircraft_3

Description: The Witch of the Swamp glared at the world outside in general. "Who are you? Never mind that, why are you here? This had better be something urgent."

Week - 473 Flowlight: Sun - Echoes of Pride: Part Five by antiaircraft_3

Description: The sharp shadows that were cast by that fearsome light were absolute; their inky blackness allowed nothing into them, and they were as sharp as if they were real.

Week - 470 Occupational Hazard: Part One by antiaircraft

Description: Somewhere in the bowels of a sinister space station, flung far out into the most distant reaches of the Neopian star system, a Wocky was running for her life.

Week - 471 Occupational Hazard: Part Two by antiaircraft

Description: The Wocky awoke refreshed, energised, and ready to make Sloth's life as difficult as possible for as long as he decided to keep her alive.

Week - 472 Occupational Hazard: Part Three by antiaircraft

Description: Last time around she'd slipped in through the station's ventilation system. She didn't have time to take the long way now. She'd have to go in through the front door.

Week - 473 Occupational Hazard: Part Four by antiaircraft

Description: Elaine was stalking between the tables of an empty mess hall when the alarm sounded. She dropped into a crouch, tightening her grip on her blaster...

Week - 477 Flashpoint: Part One by antiaircraft

Description: Counter-intelligence. It's such a glamorous job. Also by livvy_granger

Week - 478 Flashpoint: Part Two by antiaircraft

Description: I barely had enough time to fire up my mag boots before a massive explosion shook the space station right down to its imaginary foundations. Also by livvy_granger

Week - 500 Of Potions and Paintbrushes: Part One by masaryk_the_mad

Description: "I'm not fooling around, Frostgleam, dear. I cannot see you." The Lupe sounded very serious. Also by antiaircraft

Week - 501 Of Potions and Paintbrushes: Part Two by masaryk_the_mad

Description: Surely, one of the hundreds of books that she had collected would hold the secret to crafting a potion to turn her back into a ghost. Also by antiaircraft

Week - 502 Of Potions and Paintbrushes: Part Three by masaryk_the_mad

Description: The Werelupe held the lantern aloft, bathing the immediate area in a soft glow. The light did little to cut through the fog. Also by antiaircraft

Week - 503 Of Potions and Paintbrushes: Part Four by masaryk_the_mad

Description: Drakovitch sat in the laboratory on the top floor of the mansion. He was diligently tending to a cauldron that was bubbling away on the fire... Also by antiaircraft

Week - 504 Of Potions and Paintbrushes: Part Five by masaryk_the_mad

Description: She found herself walking through the National Neopian's grand, imposing, metre-thick doors and into the lobby inside... Also by antiaircraft

Week - 505 Of Potions and Paintbrushes: Part Six by masaryk_the_mad

Description: "Right this way, Miss Frostgleam," Bernard said cordially, ushering Frostgleam through yet another highly polished set of sliding double doors. Also by antiaircraft

Week - 506 Of Potions and Paintbrushes: Part Seven by masaryk_the_mad

Description: The events that followed were all a bit of a blur for Frostgleam. She could hear Marcus, the Skeith guard, yell to one of the other guards. The cadence of two pairs of heavy boots against the hard floor reverberated through the maze of safety deposit boxes. Also by antiaircraft