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Problems at the Poetry Contest

Oh snap!

by umbrex
Not Cute! #2

Finally the sequel! if it gets in!

by feferiiii
The Struggle

Sometimes, you just have to let them figure it out on their own.

by mergirl294
The Apology

I'm sorry..

by fantasiaa_np
Cobrall Coffee

But wait..

by akuroy_of_the_moon
All planned...

You never truly know...

by anne77777
Lame Pun

Where did that come from?

by blackaavar
Mundane Mysteries 1

Detective Spot and the Eyrie Bradley discuss the unwritten laws of Neopian fashion.

by birthdaylockedout
Butt of the Joke

Poof

Also by kaddisti

by krawkgirl186

Not as easy as it seems

Baby steps...

by aquarelar
Delectable Delicacy: Part 1

"Wait, pets like this stuff...?"

Storyboard by blink_darkphoenix

by raiane_flarean_1

Trouble with portals

....

by aplacplac
Random Oddness

So fun, it's infectious!

by mistyqee
To the future

Never return...

by _angel_852
Marrow Tax? More like Misery Tax.

but but but...

by liezelotte8
 
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"Jolla and the Magic of the Dream Fortress:Part Two" by miraday
Jolla woke during the afternoon and emerged from her bedroom to see Phanta sitting in the fortress’s hall, visibly tired. Jolla herself felt exhausted, too. As she walked toward the crucible, Phanta asked, “How was your first night of observation?” Jolla shuddered and answered, “I’m not sure of its origin, but I have identified the problem. The crucible did intake dreams at the beginning of the night, radiating the light blue colour that you said. In all my training, this seemed to be the extraction of air magic from the dreams, but—soon after, the entire atmosphere changed. The crucible flashed a crimson glow and instead of hearing the magic flow like river stream, instead I could only hear…” “Whispers?” Phanta asked. Jolla nodded. “I hear them, too. At night, that is. I suspected they co-occurred with whatever was cursing the crucible, but I didn’t have anyone up here to confirm.” “Do you reckon it’s dark magic…?” “I suspect so,” said Phanta, “but I’m not sure of its nature or where it’s coming from. If the crucible is collecting dreams to start, then Neopets below are surely dreaming… but something is intercepting these dreams and causing us to possibly collect dark magic.




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The First Light of Neopia
The land is cold and muddy. There is no breathable oxygen, there are no plants, and the skies are filled with smog (poisonous should it be inhaled). Not a sound can be heard from all over the planet expect in one place.Over a ridge and through a cave, down deep into the lowest parts of the planet is a creature.

by steve_km

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Interview with the coolest guitarist in Neopia
The Twisted Roses play in the Tyrannian Concert hall on the first of every month and have a strong following from teenage Neopets from across Neopia. We are chatting with the lead guitarist, known by her stage name Ix, about all things goth and girl power.

by smilingpony

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To Spend or Not to Spend? That is the Question.
5 tips on deciding to spend neopoints on that hot-ticket item

by justamoose

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The Curse of the Impatient Seamstress:Part Four
Jhudora slumped down on her couch. It was only noon, but she was already tired. Hissing at people and holding her hands in a threatening manner was tiring.

by rocksysmom

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The Flood that Brought Trouble:Part Three
Team B took their positions on the roof of the Creep house and launched off to find signs of life and hopefully be able to help others.

by hannahcreep



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