|The Fate of Dust and Fire: Part NineJazan suddenly sat up and looked to the left of the pass. There, tucked away in the snow was a building, but it was unlike anything found in Qasala or Sakhmet...|
|Infinity: Part Eight"Sir?"
It was Wingen's voice, but Flicker couldn't find him anywhere in the room. But he flinched at what he did see: A small stack of papers floating in mid-air.
|The Painter: Part TwoMostly, other than maids stopping to give her food, she was left alone, which suited her just fine. Every morning, she would wake up from her peach toned bed with white rustling silken sheets, and she would watch the sunrise. It would inspire her, and then, she would stray to the paints that lined her wall. |
|Baby Adventures: The Secret Note - Part Eight"I believe Jhudora alone knows where they are," Fyora told her.|
|A Second Chance: Part SixJane still fought hard against the tide, somehow managing to keep her head above water for long intervals of time. A ship on the horizon was her only sanctuary and salvation...|
|The Cenoal Chapters: Duties Reclaimed - Part Five The city had lost its glow, the walls stained by the blackened ashes of fire. Billowing clouds of smoke rose into the afternoon sky...|
|A Legend Begins Again: Part FourHe hated having to run off from Jacques like that, but what choice did he have? He had to keep his friends from harm somehow...|
|Things Best Remembered: Part FourAtlanta high-fived him, grinning. "That's the best idea you've had in a long time, Gareth," she said. He wasn't quite sure whether he was supposed to be offended at that.|
|The Scarab and the Sea: Part TwoJaryth hit his head against the table repeatedly. "He convinced the captain to leave without us? How in Nuria's name..."|
|Out of the Shadows: Part ThreeHe jolted his head up and stared at her blankly, then followed her terrified gaze to his paw, which was slowly emptying a bottle of Essence of Everlasting Apple into the bubbling brew. He immediately jerked his paw, and the bottle skittered over the desk...|
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All Those Negg Stems
As the 2014 Festival of Neggs draws to a close, a single question is on everybody's mind. That is, once all of the pets in Neopia have had their share of chocolate neggs, cookie neggs, maple syrup neggs, and countless other varieties of neggy delicacies, what happens to all of those poor, neglected negg stems?! What's that you say? That question has never come to your mind? Well, it has come to everyone else's mind...
|Racing the Hurricane|
I lie awake in my bed at night, listening to the rain pounding on the roof. Hurricane Acara, first of the season, is coming in.
It all started several months ago when various Neopians began noticing the jolly king from Roo Island began some sort of negotiations with Alstaf Poogle, the Poetry Competition judge.