|The Spirit of Black Keep: Part ElevenPharazon’s breath caught in his throat and he felt a pang of emotion run through him. This felt overwhelmingly right. Quietly, he crept across the rug toward the figure.|
|KATIPO I: Restart: Part SevenMore marble against marble. The jukebox is still playing songs from the same album. The bartender glances through the kitchen door’s window at you, but then turns back inside to do whatever. You scratch your wrist, then fix your hair. “So the location’s set then,” you begin to prod, “but what about the actual people?"|
|The Greatest Show In Neopia!: Part FiveThe door opened several seconds after Kadar had begun knocking and the camouflage Ogrin finally found himself face to face with the very pirate he had been searching the rain savaged streets for. Timothy the yellow Acara scratched his head in befuddlement as he looked at Kadar standing on his doorstep, “Haven’t I seen you somewhere before, mate?”|
|Chasing Treasure: Part FourAs Sam said, the wreck was old. The rot-blackened wood of the hull was riddled with damaged and missing sections, and those that remained were almost more barnacle and seaweed than wood.|
|Karamita and the Lab Jazz: Part FiveA week had passed since Karamita had first arrived in Tyrannia. She had spent the entire week playing with Lab Jazz and learning about each and every one of them. However, something felt off to her. With each passing day, she felt more and more confused. |
|The Ardors and Agonies of Witchcraft: Part ThreeThe next morning, Maikya whisked into the library at the stroke of eight, robes fluttering behind her. “I collected the yellow fruit as you asked me to, but on the third day out Craya appeared to me. She hadn’t been at her house when I checked, so I was surprised when she emerged from the thickets to tell me that we’d do better with the flesh of one of these.” |
|An Uprising of Sweepers: Part FourThe bandits, had raided the town so many times that they are very familiar with the somewhat messy layout of the town. There are so many small roads that one could get lost if one was new to the town and its surroundings.|
|Casting a Shadow: Part TwoAsilvani woke up to find out she was the only one in the hotel room. “Jimbigy and Haunter must've gotten a head start...” she mumbled. |
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"Going Bananas" by 77thbigby
"Well, I think we’ve been out here long enough,” Nigel said to Einstein.
In agreement, the red Blumaroo and Geeky Geb turned their backs on the perfectly nice day and entered their Neohome. They stepped into chaos, in stark contrast of the nice day outside. For a horrifying moment, Nigel thought they had been robbed. He heard noise coming from the kitchen and began to head in that direction when his brother, Drew burst out, bouncing and twirling. The strange thing was that the yellow Blumaroo was holding bananas.
Then, Drew began to sing at the top of his lungs.
“Bananas, bananas, I love you. Yes, I do. I love bananas, sweet and true.”
The yellow Blum broke off and began humming. Spotting his brother, he bounced on his tail and shoved the bundle of bananas that he held in Nigel’s face.
“Nigel, isn’t it wonderful? Bananas!” Drew said, sounding crazed.
“Yeah, right. Wonderful,” Nigel said, nodding quickly and speaking as he would to a child.
Delighted, Drew bounced away, hugging the yellow fruit to him. Nigel was dumbfounded.
“More like he’s going bananas,” Nigel said to Einstein.
The red Blumaroo pushed his black framed glasses back up the bridge of his nose. He began to clean up, talking to Einstein as he worked. He was trying to make sense of it all.
“Drew isn’t the brightest crayon in the box but he isn’t crazy. Well, at least, I thought he wasn’t crazy. Why bananas? He was just fine this morning. He was the one that told us to go outside for some fresh air and to enjoy nature. Look what came of that! My brother has taken complete leave of his senses.”
|A Small Sacrifice|
A gentle breeze of autumn air grazed the open fields of Meridell. A lone Uni lay nearby a browning tree, her nose buried in a book. Her fur as pink as the dawn's sky, drizzled with an array of coloured paisley patterns, topped off with a verdant horn to match her mane and tail.
Also by scatsmom
|Welcome to the Club|
"Arghhh!!" a tiny roar sounded through the open space of little Gooblah's neohome. *Swish, swish* was the sound of the toy pirate sword as he swung it through the air, playfully lunging it at his mother as she stood at the hover stove.
|Making the Most out of Masks|
In 2012 Saskia the cybunny opened her mask cart during the Haunted Faire event. Saskia’s mission was to create the ultimate mask, and thus required helpers to try the masks out. Her side event became known as the Masks of Dread.