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Tales from Neopia Central: Part Nine

She was, at present, the head of Area 26 – the closest thing Neopia Central had to spies...

by herdygerdy
A Faerie Tale: Part Six

I straightened abruptly from the broken crate I'd been searching, meaning to warn Belinda. Instead, I found myself looking at the point of Carvar's sword...

by lastavenger
I Will Stand Alone: Part Four

Outside of the palace, these tunnels weren't particularly well-maintained. The stone was dank with mold and mildew, and many of the cobbles under their feet were crumbling...

by saphira_27
Never Finish Last: Part Four

Last is Tressif. Despite a little wake-up from his morning jog, the week he gave himself off is sure taking its toll. He follows the four others steadily yet sluggishly.

Art by renzyboy

by renzyboy

The Quest to Thorn Bridge Castle: Part Two

"But Your Highness, the location of Thorn Bridge Castle is a mystery!" Mazeu declared incredulously.

Also by thropp

by sandrilene

The Legend of Premium Bat: Part Three

Fyora nodded approvingly. She was very impressed with this young Korbat. She told Battius what she knew of Boochi's whereabouts...

Also by jair_lorce

by crocodile_babiez

Petpet Adventures: Windrider - Part Three

"Whoa," he continued, as Arkol opened his eye the whole way. "And your eyes have gone completely red. That is so weird..."

by rachelindea
Chronicles of a Caped Crusader: Confliction - Part Two

"Because that's what I'm paid to do, same as everyone."

"No one pays me to do this." Judge Hog spoke for the first time.

by kristykimmy

 
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"Curtain. Release" by shadyy15
Eyes of fire. Muscles of steel. Elegant poise. A loose strand of hair tickles my neck. Mustn't flinch. Deep breath. I await the first notes with trepidation. My palms sweaty, my eyes on the floor, my arms resting lightly on the fabric of my skirt, my feet trapped in their pointes. I can hear the ragged quality of my breathing and feel a tremor in my right leg....




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Tales From Elysian Fields: The Demon Drink
If Myrvin had one wish, it would be this: To move as far away from Mystery Island as possible.

by bug0704

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Curtain. Release
I remember it distinctly: I had just turned four years old and was sitting on the rug in front of our fireplace...

by shadyy15

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Snowbeast Snackrifice: A Guide to Slinging Petpets
They will jump in front of the way, to try and stop your path, but you must do everything in your power to feed the snowbeast, or else he won't be appeased...

by xenophynx

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Ten Outfits to Wear to the Annual Chocolate Ball
What does one wear to the Annual Chocolate Ball? Is there such a thing as too formal? What about casual wear? Do you have to wear actual chocolate to garner an invite?

by star138

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The Frightmare Of Chocolate
The terrifying procedure

by balloonanimal123

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Bread and Butter
Fame isn't everything... It's the only thing!

by _epiphany_



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