|Come dance with the gypsies...
||Issue: 489 | 8th day of Eating, Y13
|Grey ArtThe purple Zafara's hand flew across the sketchpad, scribbling a portrait of the scenery in front of her.|
|Madison Jones and the case of the Brightvale LibraryYou've never heard of Madison Jones, private eye? I've solved loads of cases in Neopia Central.|
|It's a Long StoryWe were lost. That's all there was to it.|
|The Best Faerie EverThere came a low laugh out of nowhere. "You dare come back here, young Cybunny?" the Dark Faerie whispered...|
|When Snorkles Fly"I'm digging the wings," the Cybunny finally said. "Do they work?"|
|Breeze of Life and Silver LiningHave a happy- er, sad- um, well, just have a Grey Day!|
|The Tale of EverEver had existed since the people of Shenkuu had started writing down and recording their history. |
|The Usuki Singing Stars #6: Cinder-Lola "I can't thank you guys enough! It was really nice of you all to help me clean our attic," Patricia said...|
|Adhison's DestinyIt was on a windy and cold day in October that something mysterious happened to Adhison. |
|TrappedI rested my head against the wall, the cold stone cooling my cheek. I sighed and closed my eyes. My life hadn't always been like this.|
|Brody's Bedtime Stories - The Magic Dice"Sorry, Grandpa Brody," squeaked a little yellow Acara as she ran past, her arms filled with Usukis. "We didn't know it was time for our bedtime story yet!"|
|Rivalry's OriginsYou didn't ACTUALLY think Illusen was a goody two-shoes, right?|
|Bad Apples: Vandebart Biggsby's BeginningsAt first glance, Bart, as he was called for short, seemed innocent enough. |
|Grey is Only a ColorWhy was she lying in the forest of the Haunted Woods? How did she get there? Most importantly, what was her name?|
|Diary of an Ancient Grey Lupe: Stark BeginningsThose days were washed from my memory by lonely howls and the light of a solitary moon. |
|Can You See the Rainbow?Everything about the Acara was painfully grey. His fur was a pale silver; his ears drooped forward and his eyes were dark.|
|Grey HeartbeatI had been beautiful once, you see. |
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"When Snorkles Fly" by charmedhorses
The poor little snorkle, who had been saving his allowance for weeks, looked like he had gone to Mystery Island and come back with the worst sunburn of his life. His new wings looked wilted like day old lettuce, and hung at an awkward angle, almost as if they had been clipped on. He stood at the mirror, slightly dejected, but reminded himself – at least he even had wings! So Mork stuck his chest out grandly and turned to the faerie. "How do I fly?"
|The Remnant: Part Seven|
Lockwood was now making his way down to the archery range for the second time in as many days – a truly remarkable occurrence, given that he had no interest whatever in the sport and had never visited the place before in his life.