|The inside scoop on Jelly W-argh! *choke*
||Issue: 382 | 6th day of Running, Y11
|The Adventures of Jake the Explorer!: Part Eight"If you buy something, I MIGHT have a tale for you," the Shoyru said. |
|Sky Pirates!: Part Six"I'm sure you are, Mr. Halflook, and I fully intend to pay you," Qin replied. "However, this unscrupulous character has seized the Neopoints I owe you."|
|A Mysterious Heir: Part SixSyri closed her eyes and waited to be thrown in a cell for the second time today. |
|Farside Base: Part Five"Tea-drinking traitor, tea-drinking traitor..." the other members of Farside Patrol taunted...|
|Her Majesty's Champions: Part FiveThe six Champions dismounted outside the Faerie Palace and bid their mounts goodbye. Sartos muttered, "Here goes nothing."|
|Cycle of the Moon: Part SevenAs Ganduo walked, he was aware that there was little need to worry. No Neopets were foolish enough to be caught outside in the middle of the Lunar Festival. |
|An Unlikely Group of Heroes: Part Five"Maybe we shouldn't try the front doors," the Soup Faerie suggested. |
|Outsider Within: Face of Evil - Part Four"I am a blank page. This is my beginning."|
|A Star-Spattered Sky: Part Three"Such a nice girl," Silver said, shaking his head. "Such a good pirate." |
|Regrets and Forgiveness: Part Two"Look out, Lilly!! I'M COMING TO SAVE YOU!!" he bellowed...|
|Handed in for an English Homework: Part TwoThen, last of all, she had written 'Sorry for what I'm about to do.' My blood ran cold.|
|Against the Current: Part Two"No, Nash, that's really very brave of you, but it's far too dangerous," Mrs. Green said with a weak smile.|
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"The Whisper in the Attic" by sunbeams
Raindrop loved the rain. I knew, because whenever the sky broke forth into tears there was always an aura of quiet contentment about her. I can't see her, of course- she's invisible. But over time I learned to search for the feeling of her presence, a deep imprint in a cushion, a horseshoe-shaped mark in a layer of dust. Most often I would see a thick book lying open on the old oak desk, its pages turning silently as if blown by some divine wind in a....
|The Whisper in the Attic|
I can't see her, of course- she's invisible. But over time I learned to search for the feeling of her presence, a deep imprint in a cushion, a horseshoe-shaped mark in a layer of dust.
People have even spread around "tips" for getting soup from my kitchen, no matter how rich they are!