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||Issue: 450 | 2nd day of Swimming, Y12
|The Golden WeewooIt was a Weewoo.
I had only heard of these in tales of lore...
|Writer's BlockA little voice in my head told me I was no good at writing and I should just give up. I hated this voice. I had named it Albert.|
|The Neopian Times 450 Extravaganza"Today I will be talking to some of the Neopian Times' most well-known recurring comic characters."|
|Make It 450 And You Have a Deal"You're a klutz, Myr," he said mercilessly. "Not even the Organization's Altair division would take you in."|
|450 DaysIt was also the number of days it had been since a certain red Mynci had seen her family – the number of days she'd been studying abroad on Mystery Island...|
|450 Minutes of SleepIn Meridell, I watched as the wind blew...|
|UnenlightenedThe streets were empty. Just like that. Everyone gone. The sudden silence rang in her ears...|
|The To Do ListThe paper extends out of my hands, overflowing like a crisp, frozen paper waterfall onto the floor, bulleted items in neat little rows all the way to the bottom.
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|450 Reasons Never to Trust a Weewoo"It's finally complete!" Zeke shouted in triumph. "The most wonderful, well-written story Neopia will ever see!"|
|Petpet Talk: Into the Neopian TimesThe daycare was on its very first field trip—the magnificent, awe striking, large building that was none other than the Neopian Times headquarters.|
|Cliché Day"The day I've been waiting for is here! A cliché day!"|
|450 MilesReuben, his weapon making business and his roguish grin were famous... so famous that Salita wanted to crawl into her quarters and never show her face. |
|Milk and Cookie - Around the WorldIn a cosy cottage outside of Meridell lived two good friends - Milk and Cookie.|
|Searching for SunshineIt is beautiful when it rains, and we don't notice that when we shriek and flee from the sudden downpour...|
|Once Upon an Attic"You look troubled," said the Krawk when she opened the door. "Perhaps I can be of assistance..."|
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"450 Days" by sweetie_me274
The day the letter had come her Cybunny sister Snow Angel fetched the mail. It had been an oddly heavy envelope sealed with a fancy crest that sent splashes of ominous curiosity across a simple summer day. Words like "cordially", "enrollment", "enrichment", and "inquiry" had slithered out of the weak paper wrapping and gnawed away at Karina's paws as she read them. At first, none of them had understood. Then, none of them had wanted to...
|Princess Bones: Part Seven|
Drawing had always been a personal activity, one she liked to do in the safety of her room, or alone outside under a tree in her front yard. But now she was being watched intently, scrutinized from every angle.