Stamp Stocking Blues
by Yolkamon

Five hours in this shop.
Ruins of Faerieland spawn.
I click; they vanish.

Picking through rest:
Skeith, robot Skeith, chunk of meat.
Pay hundreds, get none.

My 'pets are starving.
"One more stamp, and we can eat."
They eat their own hats.

"Attention, shoppers!
New stamps are now on display!"
Orange Skeith laughs at me.

Head of Luperus.
I lunge; a flurry of stamps.
Yellow Chia falls.

"Sorry," he yells out.
"We're all out of stock." I gulp
as I'm kicked right out.

Ye Olde Fishing Vortex
by Doglover111223

Quick, take a breath
We’re going under
To the great ruins
Of Maraqua

Swim deeper still
We’re almost there
Careful near that whirlpool
Hey look, we’re here

Ye Olde Fishing Vortex
So old it's spelled olde
Hanging with my buddies
In the underwater fishing cavern

May I have some bait sir, please?
Yellow Usul you’ve been here long
Catch anything good lately?
Anything vile?

Krawk, what a pleasure
I have not seen you in FOREVER
Don’t feel sad
A shoe isn’t that bad

Cybunny, Cybunny 
Do you ever leave?
You sure are a model
For new fishers who come here

As I cast my line into the sea 
Surrounded by my friends
As obsessed as they may be
Who cares what I catch?

That’s not why I’m here
I’m here for a break
At the underwater fishing cavern

The Ghost Lupe
by Samsummer1

The Lupe who haunts,
The island of mystery,
Will never be erased,
From Neopian history.

He could mean help,
Or could mean harm,
But when he comes,
No need to alarm.

For the Ghost Lupe of
Neopian lore,
Has been sought,
Has been fought,
In a needless war.

Considered as bad,
And misunderstood,
The sea captain Lupe,
Is really quite good.

His soul is trapped,
Disturbed with unrest,
To save his love,
From the native pest.

Trapped in time,
In the jungly land,
He sometimes escapes,
To meet someone grand.

To help or to hurt,
That's up to him,
I guess it depends,
What mood he is in.

Go deep in the jungle,
If you dare,
But just remember,
The Ghost Lupe's out there.

Eventide
by Letsboom

She sets the canvas of ends upon the wall.
Swallow, a nervous grasp.
Hands of creation.
Breath of night.

Let the sun rise,
As the brush falls.
Awakening the soul, 
Whilst a song stirs the world.

Victory.

Purgatory red strokes 
Toward an unknown shadow
Bliss approaches. A sudden halt.
And that which is unfinished, unaware,
Of capricious roads ahead.

Surely? Surely.

Whilst scarlet mountains paint worlds.
Nightfall will kiss the paths,
And with hidden steps, her way will be lost,
Succumb, to the eventide disguise.

But when warmth floods the torn covers,
A symphony of passion fills the abyss.
When burning hearts cry for the stars,
The fickle shade reaches for a nervous grasp.

One more time.

The 7th Annual Daily Dare
by Sheynacruz

The Avinroos are back this year
So gather 'round, Neopian gamers
They've got challenges galore
For both experts and amateurs.

Think you can beat Abigail?
Challenge her and see,
Or try your hand against AAA
Perhaps a victor you may be.

And if games aren't quite your thing,
Then cousin Lulu is the one
That you should choose as challenger
She's ready for some fashion fun!

The Games Machine was a fine surprise
And King Roo's sure to have another
Trick up his sleeve -- so just you wait
This tournament's sure to be like no other!

Neopians chatter in anticipation
Wondering what lies in store.
Who will be crowned Games Master?
What Double Dares will there be? What more?

But wait no longer; We've reached the start of
A month-long challenge with prizes to win
And trophies, too. Without further ado,
Let the 7th annual games begin!