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A Shell Out Of Reach

As the last rays of sunlight dipped behind the jagged cliffs of Tyrannia, Cam the Gold Draik sat silently on the crumbling edge of the Battleground.

by bjab967
The Shrine Beneath the Sand

The desert winds had been merciless. For seven days, they had screamed across the Lost Desert, carrying columns of sand that piled up around the tents and formed a haze across the sky.

by kadface
A Little Coffee, Colouring, and Care

The Weewoo's responses are taken from when I talked to the petpet on their page

by rachu816
A Day at the Beach

This one is dedicated to my friends, The Krawk Wrestlers.

by slothgirl
No Laughing Matter

He and Boris immediately dissolved into laughter, leaning against each other and barely noticing that King Skarl wasn’t smiling.

by precious_katuch14
 
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"A Little Coffee, Colouring, and Care " by rachu816
One day, Detective Greg the Grey Poogle was sitting at his kitchen counter working through his copy of the Lost Desert Colouring Book and sipping his morning espresso. His colouring technique was to use pointillism for the grains of sand and, of course, to only use a grayscale palette. It was very on-brand for him. Blues, yellows, reds- those were just not his style. After Detective Greg made his thousandth dot (yes, he was counting), he let out a big sigh and picked up his coffee to slurp at again. To be frank, Detective Greg has had a series of dull days recently. It was not like there weren’t any mysteries in Neopia to solve. Afterall, there was a giant purple cloud out in interplanetary space that was terrorizing Neopia and a mysterious grey painter turning the world grey. Even though Detective Greg was a professional detective, a space mission was a bit out of his expertise and he also was not fit enough to fight the mischievous voidlings in the Battledome. Fighting just wasn’t his style in general. He felt at a loss for how he could help out.




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