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|Hey, Hey, Are You Ready?"Tired, Mal?" Mom joked, obviously knowing the answer...|
|350 MetersHis real name, Moogi, was not known to the spectators at the track. To them, he was just Poogle One...|
|True BeautyShe wanted to scream. It was so unfair. Why couldn't she have been a Xweetok too...|
|An Adventure With AckingtonThe scientist, who had been busy trying to pin down the Mallard to the table, looked up at his guests. "Just some minor technical difficulties, kids!"|
|350 Days Of My Deepest Desires"Feel free to go. I'll see you again tonight after sunset," Nyx addressed his lamp...|
|The Long-Awaited ArrivalThe Yurble looked up briefly to groan about the unconquerable level of dust these days, and saw a strange sparkle through a window...|
|In Exactly 350 WordsStifling a yawn, she tried to stay awake as the President of the Writing Club droned on and on about the importance of the 350th issue...|
|The Neopian Times' GloryThey decided to create a singular neopoint bag worth exactly 350 neopoints and donate it to the Neopian Times itself...|
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|Under a Gently Swaying Sign"Well..." Cyrus said slowly, "I do need to leave, but I've got an- um- errand to run before I head home..."|
|Message In A BottleThe sand was golden, shining, and caressed Chello's feet as she walked along the beach. She sighed happily. This was the life. It was so peaceful here, so serene...|
|LingerThe grinding must have been the tomb door opening, and I didn't feel like hanging around for a few days to scare some other small, fluffy Neopian. I had better things to do with my time...|
|By Word of Mouth: A Comedy in Two ActsSince when does the Neopian Times publish dreadful rants about cheese?|
|Three Hundred and Fifty Years of KnowledgeStrange as it may sound, the only mystery he had never been able to completely unveil had to do with himself. He knew nothing of his own origin...|
|Spooky: Read It And ReapA bold lettered advertisement caught his attention, and upon a second reading of it, the glowing Korbat grinned broadly. "Hey, this job looks promising..."
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"350 Days Of My Deepest Desires" by ayame_23
"Feel free to go. I'll see you again tonight after sunset," Nyx addressed his lamp. The purple fish peered up at him with gratitude, and, in a fluid motion, its large mouth closed, sealing away its rather sharp-looking teeth, and its light blinked out. With that, the small creature turned and swam off, disappearing through Nyx's home as it swam for the door. Nyx waited until his lamp had vanished from view, and then he released a sigh. He didn't bother to turn and try plumping up his pillowfish again...
|The Art Gallery - Tricks of the Trade|
The Art Gallery Contest! Hidden in the depths of the Art Center's catacombs, artists of all ages and skill levels gather to show their finest arts in hopes of winning this coveted prize.
|Taking Sides: Part One|
Anyetta's smile grew as she read the information on the poster. "Wow," she breathed. "This year's tournament is going to be better than ever!"