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Week - 442
Friends Forever?
by vendince | | Description: Galaxy felt like the luckiest Grundo in the whole world. Her owner, her little girl, played with her every day. |
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Galaxy - the Warrior Princess
by vendince | | Description: "How is the money earning going?" asked Buzzie quietly. He was the only one in the book club who knew that Galaxy might not be able to go to the 'Books Of The World'. |
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Round and Round
by vendince | | Description: "Let's do something fun today!" said Miraculin at the breakfast table... |
| Week - 450
Milk and Cookie - Around the World
by vendince | | Description: In a cosy cottage outside of Meridell lived two good friends - Milk and Cookie. |
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Milk and Cookie Visit the Healing Springs
by vendince | | Description: In a cosy cottage by the sea in the land of Meridell lived Milk and Cookie. |
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Titanuis and the Invisible Pyramid
by vendince | | Description: Titanuis had spent the rest of the day in his bedroom reading and looking at maps. There were stories about an invisible pyramid that was only visible the moment when the sun rose and set... |
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Milk and Cookie and the month of Celebrating
by vendince | | Description: In a small cosy cottage in Meridell lived two good friends – Milk and Cookie. |
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How Aphelium Made Friends
by vendince | | Description: In a cosy corner of The Park District in Altador, there lived a timid little Faerie Grundo named Aphelium. |
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 To Jhudora, Not On Her Day
Today is not Jhudora Day and so I will write
A poem of Jhudora, but not the one you might think.
It won't be hard edges, it won't be Illusen,
But instead the softer daydream behind a blink.
by agedbeauty |
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 In Her Own Time and Colour
It was a beautiful day in Neopia Central. Blue skies, green grass, the blinding white of resident smiles. This was the region at its best, but it had been so long since the sun shone down on it.
by thejulyninth |
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 What’s in a Name?
I contemplate my existence, my purpose, my place,
Which can be quite a struggle with an ever-changing face.
Still, I persist;
by hfallyn |
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