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Zero Minutes

She's just rather impatient.

by msjanny
Doc's Odyssey Part 3 - This can't be FAERIELAND!!?

A story of a scientist trying to get to a pitch meeting...

Written by Homsar_Eggplant

Drawn by Fhujmasterofhedgehog

by fhujmasterofhedgehog

The Curious Blumaroo: Library Mysteries

Where could they all be going?!

by turtling
Buried Gold!

My basic prize when I play this game...

by kaddisti
The Nut Farm

I mean, that was obvious.

Also by KandiKatze

by ramheart

BTRP: Deserted Daily

SO FLUFFY

by gothicxmaiden
Beauty Lessons

Do they even know what a mirror is?

by amarettoball
Haunted Milk

That may have been a mistake...

by lighters_
Wow! A Comic! - Healing Springs

Why does the newbie get special treatment?

by _pupcicle
Aimless: Morphing Potions

Potions: They make science cry.

by saroko24567
Peophins & Unis

Mission accomplished.

Idea by mercy_angel

by replying

Neopian Nutshell: Lab Troubles

Just an identity crises, he'll get over it.

by a_cockatiel_a
Fast Food

No Neopoints? No Problem.

Also by xblinkx182x824x

by lostinthestereosound

Keep Calm and Kyrii on: Now UC Me...

I'd be careful if I were you. He looks like a cookie grabber.

by ahnyo
Blossoms~ Retry Part 1

Don't feel bad; this happens more often than you'd think. Which may actually be reason to feel worse.

by twillieblossom
Insensitive

That was just uncalled for.

Idea by vesus10

by table

 
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"A Trip to the Tomb" by aprildewdrops
It was a cold summer night, all the people on Mystery Island had gone to bed. There were but two people awake on the island, an old Nimmo keeping an eye on the Rock Pool, and the Island Mystic. Or so they thought. As the rain gently poured down on sleeping island a silent figure rode ashore and docked his boat. He was covered in black clothes and a hood, leaving himself unrecognizable to anyone who saw it.




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A Trip to the Tomb
It was a cold summer night, all the people on Mystery Island had gone to bed. There were but two people awake on the island, an old Nimmo keeping an eye on the Rock Pool, and the Island Mystic. Or so they thought.

by aprildewdrops

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A Stealthy Shoyru's Mission
Deep within the mountains of Shenkuu, a tiny temple rested carved into the side of one of the highest peaks. The chipped gray paint of the walls and the torn red banner that waved aimlessly gave the impression that this particular temple was most likely abandoned long ago. However, to think that this tiny building nestled deep within the mountain was devoid of any company was incorrect.

by sassyxsandra

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Top Ten Colors for Ruki Day
I’m here to list ten of my favorite Ruki colors to convince you to do the same. According to the Neopets Popularity page, the Ruki is all of the way down in 39th place with a total of 2,027,176 Rukis created, and that is an injustice when you see how many beautiful colors are available for this unique species.

by melaiv

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Conspiracy Theory - Is Fyora a Dark Faerie?
Sure, we all love Queen Fyora. She’s the gracious ruler of Faerieland. She oversees the Faerie Quests that help us pets gain levels and get painted rare colors. She keeps Faerieland running at its prime. But how much do we really know about the Faerie Queen?

by goodsigns

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Mother's Balloon: Part Seven
The Worthingtons went to work, but their houseguest remained in her seat. She did not try to help this time around, and she wondered if she ever would again. Her hands hurt too much to hold a knife to slice cheese or butter bread, and even if she was able to carry her own plate to the table, she would probably just drop it and smash it on the floor, and then everyone would step on the pieces, and would end up dropping their dishes as well.

by dewdropzz

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Arthur: A Weapon's Tale: Part Four
By the ninth day, Arthur was weak and incredibly sore. His dreary eyes glanced quickly at the bruises and blisters that covered his feet. As Art staggered, he fell fast onto the cold ground. The fog in the forest surrounded his rigid body, and he fought to strain his head up. Art could see the flicker of some gold up ahead, and he slowly heaved his body forward, lacking the strength to stand back up.

Also by surath

by trubiekatie




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