Accursed Three
by Flufflepuff

On Tyrannia’s Plateau
There lies an obelisk
For which many fight to seize,
But others don’t take risks.

The latter, as they’ve done for years,
Cross the stone plateau
And gather 'round a rock table
To play some Go! Go! Go! 

The game is easy and it’s fun, 
‘Twould be especially
Were it not for that one card:
That foul, accursed three.

The three is played, I have a chance.
My card numbers are high!
But alas, I take the pile,
For no odd cards have I.

Other cards are swiftly spent
While three, it lags behind.
And so, the pile’s mine once more --
Again, I lose my mind.

My skill at Go! Go! Go! is great,
But that accursed three --
The bane of all the games I’ve played --
It takes my victory.

Today's Weather
by Sharnee_sparkle

Are you planning a trip?
If so, you should equip,
For weather might be bad,
And who wants to be mad?

If you want to go to the beach,
Mystery Island's within reach.
It will be sunny and hot,
An umbrella you need not.

If you want to go diving,
Kiko Lake welcomes when arriving.
Gloomy clouds do not matter,
Already wet from sea spatter.

If you want to see some snow,
Terror Mountain's the place to go.
Weather is always freezing cold,
Just bring a sweater; you have been told!

For some ordinary climate,
Until midday; make sure you time it!
Faerieland seems to be nice;
Go now is my advice!

For breezy kite-flying wind,
Their temperatures have certainly thinned.
Pop over to Neopia Central,
With Borovan for your 'pet's ventral!

Before making any plans,
Look out for leisure bans.
Weather can often be quite changeable,
But time isn't exchangeable!

Onward And Below
by Lupeofnight

Festivities made the land aglow,
Delicious course before their eyes,
For all to claim with gluttony,
To greedily clamber for their prize.

What I nor he
Could not foresee,
Was for it all
To end tragically.

The beast, it struck,
Spectators fled,
Through wood and town,
To take to bed.

While they hid from beastly prowls,
Kell and I began,
To question, ponder, and we found,
One hope in an elusive man.

He sent us to what lies below,
A winding place 'neath Neovia's homes,
And so we braved a grave unknown,
To slink through ancient catacombs.

Gently tiptoe, not to wake
Whatever's found within.
Or take a chance, make presence known,
Release a great, unearthly din.

Were you right or did you fail?
The catacombs won't tell.
For the choice is up to you,
To battle, sneak, or yell.

Now take a step and brace yourself,
To save us from this foe,
We need your help, dear citizens,
So move onward, and below.

I Am The Esophagor!
by Monokhrome

*ahem* Before I begin,
I really should clarify:
I just want all of your candy...
That, I won't begin to deny.

But beyond that, yeah, I guess I am
A bottomless pit with a bottomless wealth
of bottomless knowledge with
Seemingly bottomless health,
Because I'll tell you what you want to hear
If it makes you feel all fine and dandy,
But I'd really like to drain your bowl
Of your really tasty candy.

Oh, and when you're done 
Spending all your dough
On something sweeter than actual bread,
I demand just a bit more -- let's face it,
I need to be fed.
But not to worry, because, after your trial
(The one your brought upon yourself, of course)
I'll give you some words and a smile
And, well, look for a new source.

What's more is there's a hoard of us!
Yes, I mean an entire fleet!
Scouring for almost gummies
And every one of the spooky sweets...
Creamy Pumpkin Bars and Skull Truffles,
Zombie Marshmallows and ghost counterparts,
Candy Corn and Korbat Cookies,
And Tombscones with Bleeding Hearts.

So, don't forget this Halloween
I am of the relentless kind
There's always enough to go around
And we are a hungry kind.
Spare no 'point without thinking of us,
Because we're not so bad at our core.
Well, it's only one day a year
That I am the Esophagor...

The Woes Of The Haunted Hijinks Petpet
by Comawhite333

Pumpkins are lined beside a spooky path
Leading me to the Haunted Faire.
Before entering I am stopped by a large sign
That states, "Enter if you dare."

I was told there was a job for me
And that was all that needed to be said.
I ignored the ominous sign
With the letters dripping red.

I was greeted shortly after 
By a decrepit-looking Eyrie,
Surrounded by gravestones
That looked rather dreary.

This is the part that gets a little bit strange:
He handed me a vial and told me to drink
Which I did, blacking out
As quick as a wink.

When I finally awoke, I realized
That my body had changed.
I was wispy and glowed luminously,
But was weighed down by iron chains.

I yelled out in a panic,
But to no avail.
Exhausted, I collapsed by my gravestone
And let out a wail.

That, my friend,
Is where you came in.
As I lay wailing by that stone,
You hit me in the head with a mallet.
Letting out a groan,
"This prize is ugly!
But I'll take what I can get."
You spun on your heels and left rather quick.

Sitting here now, I must say,
That I regret taking this job.
I would rather be an unemployed,
broke, selfish slob!

And to the one that hit me in the head --
Remember that monster 
You thought was under your bed?
Yeah, he's real...

Now that your comfort and solace
I have officially ceased,
I will climb into my grave
And rest forever in peace.