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Head in the Clouds: The Perfect Petpet Pt. 6

Watch your tone, kid.

by yoshisislandbandit
Lame Pun Presents: Holiday Hijinks part 11

All I want is a white weewoo.

by blackaavar
A Very Merry Telethon (3 of 4)

What?! We're hosting a telethon?

Also by tmarks

by izzywizard

A Golden Appletunity - Part 2

You forgot a small detail.

by eugenie247
Cavities: Tree Wars: Part Two

Electrifying!

by thegoddesofxweetok1
Dad Knows Best

What do you mean this can't be repaired?

by wiiwario112
#LDN - Christmas Special

The Nightmare Before Christmas, AKA: Lord Dark Noirgus

by gorubeza
Neopet suggestions that make you go o_O

Maybe you should be studying intelligence instead...

Also by yellowsugardog

by mzkimmi

Kadoatie Logic

... the meaning is only theirs

by janderson_lee
Think Again...

Happy Holiday!

Also by dragondancer007

by zombifies

About Active Pets

In which certain Halloween pets are discovered to be less advantageous than others

by _quartervirus_
Reflection

Doesn't look a thing like me...

by o_babypet4me_o
Observation while doing dailies...

King Hagan Edition

by marcthegr8est1
Grumpy Baby Kyrii

Happy holidays everyone!

by alloways
 
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"Heroes" by iswimmings
The storm is approaching. It is wild, reckless, paying no regard to the world it ravages. Ripping the shingles from the roofs of shops, and flooding the muddy pathways out to the square. It makes its way towards the homes and the village where they hide. It roars at them, bellows its defiance and rage to innocent ears. It doesn't care what it has to ruin before they are in its clutches. It yearns to punish the villagers, and to make them feel its indescribable pain. She is holding her baby in her arms, the black cloak falling around her lithe figure and her soft white fur. The Usul smiles, as he gurgles and laughs unintelligibly at her. He is oblivious to the noise, to the wreckage and the danger. His green eyes are bright with their newness--he was born only five weeks ago. Freak accidents happen--the mother knows that. But she also knows that she has to keep her baby safe, so he might have a better life than one cut short in the mouth of a howling hurricane.




Other Stories


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Heroes
The storm is approaching. It is wild, reckless, paying no regard to the world it ravages. Ripping the shingles from the roofs of shops, and flooding the muddy pathways out to the square. It makes its way towards the homes and the village where they hide. It roars at them, bellows its defiance and rage to innocent ears. It doesn't care what it has to ruin before they are in its clutches. It yearns to punish the villagers, and to make them feel its indescribable pain.

by iswimmings

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Abandoned
It was cold and lonely in there but she does not fear the cold, it couldn't hurt her. In fact, a thick plumage covers her entire body, keeping her nice and toasty. Yet somehow, she is still afraid. The fear of betrayal strikes her heart as the crunching of the snow under her feet echoes through the forest glade. The echoes bounce back and forth along the tree trunks, reminding her that she is truly alone. She will never forget.

by karuboo

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2016 Item Trends: Part I
2016 is drawing to a close, which means that it’s time for us to look back on the year that was...and what better way to do that than through the medium of MATERIAL GOODS!

by unfreeze_divicool72

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Nerkmid Type and the Alien Vending Machine
In this realm of conflicting information, I was curious to see the true statistical basis of these opinions. Thus, I ran my own data collection on the Nerkmid prizes.

by lithoxide

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Mischief Managed: Part One
Once upon a time there a little Kau named Kauvara. She decided to throw a slumber party for the neighbourhood kids with her friend Tarla the Ixi. They spent the afternoon making handwritten invitations adorned with ribbons, sparkles, and cute little petpets. Then they dropped them at all their friend’s houses after dinner.

Also by ___popo___

by grimmbones7


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The Holly and the Ivy: Part One
"If you get too cold you’ll fall into torpor, and you won’t wake up ‘til Running.” “Running?! But I’ll sleep right through Giving Day!” That was all the incentive Nan needed to stay in their little cottage until the snows stopped. And that was how winter went in the little hamlet of Caxton Bank, nestled in the foothills of the Werelupe Woods. Most years, anyway.

by cosmicfire918



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