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Issue: 690 | 17th day of Swimming, Y17 |
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Headlines "Difficulties: Adventures in Moving" by peridotsu A Baby Usul, curled in a dark orange blanket stared out the window of her family’s Neohome in beautiful Faerieland. She was lying on her bed, with silent tears streaming from the fact she arrived home safely. Maybe change in life isn’t so bad, after all. Wait- that sounds like the end of the story doesn’t it? I guess, to understand what’s happening to this Usul, we must begin at the beginning, with some background to understand her life.
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A Snow Faerie's Vacation A slender index finger adorned with bright blue nail polish traced over a map of Neopia. Faerieland, Haunted Woods, Lost Desert, Krawk Island, the different lands seemed to jumble together in an indiscriminate manner in the mind. The owner of the index finger was none other than Taelia, the most well known Snow Faerie in all of Neopia. Her cold gaze fixed upon the giant map that took up the entirety of her desk.
by sassyxsandra |
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The Definitive Guide to Brunch in Neopia Ah, yes...brunch. The magical word that makes our ears perk up and our stomachs rumble. When it comes to mealtime, brunch is king. It combines the savor of breakfast food and the fulfillment of an afternoon meal into one comforting, memorable, and delectable course. But how does one do brunch the right way?
by turtling |
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The Door Closes: Part Seven A man breathes heavily across from me, audible even from beneath a mask of loose grey cloth. A swath of worn fabrics wrapped up and down his figure encloses him. He wears different patterns, colors and materials, but they are all faded and fraying, as though he has had nothing new to wear for the past hundred years and must make do with the pieces of an old wardrobe. Art by ellbot1998
by ellbot1998 |
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Mother's Balloon: Part Six The startled Vacana calmed down in an instant when he heard the sound of his owner's voice. He perked up his ears and trotted over to the Kougra, his stubby tail swishing back and forth like a Dogelfox about to get a treat
by dewdropzz |
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