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Dixie's Wings

Did you know that faeries are not born with their wings? They have to work hard to earn them. Let me tell you the story of how Dixie earned her wings.

by she_chose_love
A Beautiful Blumaroo and her Mystical Treasure

Tiv stepped into the fountain and grinned as the wondrous waters swirled around her. Rainbows danced across her skin as it changed color. However, something wasn't quite right. When the process was over, Tiv was horrified to find that she had been painted Maractite, not Maraquan.

by _brainchild_
Testimony of a Thousand

Apollo was pounded for being a superfluous substance. His owner loved him very much, but LOVE was no bold enumeration on his birth certification. LOVE was not placed below AGE above FISHING SKILL; it only dependently existed, LOVE, a quantity slathered on the discriminating peripheral.

by dimartedi
The Hidden Treasure

I rode down to the river one morning to see the spring blossoms bloom. My eyes were focused on the ground there, with each step a piece of earth crunched under my feet and the grass bent toward my way. Bending for an old Gnorbu, life and vitality bowing to time-worn straits.

by redken9x9
So You Want To Be A Villain?

Many have tried for every evil villain's dream of the power hungry grab to rule just one land, like Captain Scarblade's attack on New Maraqua, or wrest control of the entirety of Neopia, like the attempt Hubrid Nox made with his horde of undead slaves. Many have tried, but none have truly succeeded.

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by the_lady_j

 
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"A Beautiful Blumaroo and her Mystical Treasure" by _brainchild_
"Good morning, young Neopet," Naia the Fountain Faerie greeted Tivlia the Blumaroo. "Have you found the item I asked for?" "Certainly!" replied Tiv. "One Gypmu!" She placed the petpet in the palm of the faerie's hand. "I hope it doesn't bite." "It won't," stated Naia. "Gypmus are very timid." She set the petpet aside. "May I please have my reward?" asked Tiv. "Sure," answered Naia. "Which color would you like?" "Maraquan," Tiv smiled eagerly. "Of course." Tiv stepped into the fountain and grinned as the wondrous waters swirled around her. Rainbows danced across her skin as it changed color. However, something wasn't quite right. When the process was over, Tiv was horrified to find that she had been painted Maractite, not Maraquan. "What gives?" Tiv blurted out. "I asked for Maraquan!" "Maraquan?" replied the astonished faerie. "I'm so sorry! I thought you said Maractite, not Maraquan!" "Could you please repaint me?" requested Tiv nervously. "I would, but the magic has run out!" frowned the faerie. She thought for a few seconds, then added, "Raincheck. Please come back tomorrow when the magic has been replenished, and I'll repaint you. I'm so sorry about this!" "Okay," replied Tiv. She left, somewhat disappointed. However, the problem wasn't devastating to her because she knew it could be fixed the following day. The next day, Tiv returned to the fountain excitedly. "Good morning, Tiv," the faerie greeted her.




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Custard: The Often Forgotten Edible Color
When you hear “edible pet,” what do you think of? Jelly? Chocolate? Biscuit? Fruit and vegetable Chias? There is one more option that is often forgotten about, that being Custard; a material consisting of egg yolk and milk.

by mbredboy31

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The In and Outs of Adoption
Having noticed during my explorations that, with rare pets, comes rarely seen amounts of competition in the application process, I decided to host an interview with a user experienced at applying for pets, so that readers who may be interested in applying for their own up for adoption pets can get some inside tricks to the trade.

by dragondancer007

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Eye of the Crokabek: Part Six
Mayor Dilbert stood proud and tall between Doug and Bob, the two brutes. He looked about as dignified as it is possible to look while being held captive by a pair of hulking Skeiths.

by reiqua

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Sakhmet Stories - The Witch And The Thief: Part Three
"We're lost Sethos." Nephthysma sighed, as she stopped mid-tracks and surveyed the surroundings. They were surrounded by a blanketing sense of nothingness. Nothingness and sand, and then more nothingness.

by iamnotaaron

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Squid Slippers: Pick Your Own Pitfalls
Uh, did it really even need to be asked?

by cosmicfire918

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Neocity - Protest
There isn't anything to protest these days, really.

by wiley1080



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