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Blossoms~ Snowball Effect Part 7

Old habits die hard.

by twillieblossom
Lame Pun: Fishing

Lucky Catch?

by blackaavar
Too Many Coins - Not Enough Fingers

I could`ve earned more NPs from playing games...

by starsbc
Ink: Dark Contrast - Part 2

It was a long time ago, when villains played by a different set of rules...

by june_scarlet
Celebrations

Looks aren't everything.

by ellipses4k
Fang, Syl and The Turmaculus

Next time I'll cover him in cranberry sauce...

by ugly_llama003
#ChiaProblems

Is that smell me?

by alexandria_nicole
Waiting for the Tooth Faerie

*CRACK*

by flustre
Risky Omelettes

I immediately regret this decision.

by x0x_gina_x0x
The Snowagers... Treasure??

It's finally all mine!

by suspensiion
Name Woes

It's not always easy to get adopted...

by shardspotatoes
Episode 1: The Snowager

You think delivering newspapers is easy?

Also by sergente__hartmann

by hikariyugi_yamiatemu

The Unfortunate Mistake

If it looks too good to be true.. Well.. It probably is.

by rebeccagirl
 
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"They Called Him Dr. Death" by erikakaiser
His name hadn’t always been an omen. It was hard to remember it now, and trying felt strange, the syllables foreign and distant. He could see who the name belonged to, picture himself, a young Techo, bright-eyed and eager. Scooping up injured Puppyblews, sneaking into the Kadoatery with a bag full of treats, even splinting an Alkenore’s tail after it had gotten slammed in a doorway. Finding them homes afterward, taking great pride in finding the right home, a place they could be happy and safe forever. He’d always felt like there was a great well inside of him, an emptiness of sorts, and the only way to fill it was to give back. He used to painstakingly craft care sheets – what sorts of cheeses Drackonacks prefer, temperature preferences for Magmut, and how to keep a Slorg’s slime coating in the best condition. Always at the library, or making trips to The Neopian Hospital, absorbing as much knowledge as he could, watching interactions and asking questions. It was never enough. Helping, growing, learning. Filling the well. But it wasn’t just PetPets. For every box of abandoned Gruslen pups and every carelessly cracked Hippalop fin, there were Neopets. Equally homeless, equally abandoned, equally hurt. Maybe not physically, but hurt nonetheless. Their wells were empty, too, but they didn’t know how to fill them. They had no one to help them. He could help them. He could. He would.




Other Stories


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The Gobbler's Egg
A short story based on my baby Pteri, Fizzlers. A stray Gobbler finds an egg and vows to take care of it!

by merrick_twoford

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They Called Him Dr. Death
His name hadn’t always been an omen. It was hard to remember it now, and trying felt strange, the syllables foreign and distant. He could see who the name belonged to, picture himself, a young Techo, bright-eyed and eager.

by erikakaiser

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Four Things to Consider When Cross-Painting Your Pet
With the advent of removable paint brush clothes, cross-painting your Neopet has become the premier way to help develop its personality or give a much needed accent to your customization ideas.

by shakespeariantragedy

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Overlooked Neopians: Kauvara
In the heart of the Neopian shopping district is Kauvara’s Magic Shop. The owner and shopkeeper of Neopia’s most popular Magic Shop is the titular Kauvara. Kauvara works tirelessly to open the doors of her shop each morning and provide Neopian consumers with top quality magical items and potions.

by trixietrotter

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KATIPO I: Restart: Part Two
The alien’s house is a castle-like mansion, perched on top of an empty mountain in Shenkuu like the nest of a lone Vullard. It’s got cream-coloured walls and tall, red-framed windows with dozens of horizontal panes jutting through them.

by theschizophrenicpunk

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The Price of Greatness: Part Four
The hulking Gnorbu advances rapidly, visceral cries of rage oozing from his misshapen lips. Despite the imminent danger, your first thought is to question whether or not mutants brush their teeth. Your companions are cowering behind you, too paralysed with fear to move.

by xxskyisfallingxx



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