"How My Best Friend And I Saved Neopia" by lemmykoopa300 Miles was my friend since we were itty bitty babies in the nursery. But when our Literature teacher paired us up for our psychological story studies, I knew I was, as Miles put it, DOOMED. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Mumbling to myself words of gratitude for this interruption, I answered it. You'd never guess...
Torn Wings Turning on the current, the little Pteri swung
down towards the rocky shore, dangling her schoolbag by its strap. Contrary
to what her teacher had told her, she wasn't going home...
How (Not) to Eat Gross Food like a Champion It is time that these less-than-edible
"foods" were addressed. Why are they here? Who invented them? Why, oh, why,
in the name of all that is good, does my owner want me to eat them?
The Pianist's Quandary: Part One The light of Kreludor, shining brightly in the dark
sky, fell in through his windows and draped his room with an eerie grey light.
In the distance, he could hear a piano playing. Its song was solemn...