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Blossoms~ Snowball Effect Part 11

She's got Twillie's back. Or rather, the back of her head.

by twillieblossom
Ink: Dark Contrast - Part 6

I'm in.

by june_scarlet
Ghoul Catchers

Who ya gonna call?

Also by perduco

by applefaerie99

Ghostly Woes - Fashion!

It was a good idea... for someone else.

by fanofjake
Janet and Jane: Monster Hunting

This is how you get a monster hunter mad.

by chasing_stars44
A Spooky Halloween: Part One

The Invitations

by ghostkomorichu
Shop Clearance

Truly terrifying

by fourin
Royal Pain

NEVER SAFE

by winner19955
Lame Pun Presents: Holiday Hijinks Part 1

It's so nice to have the whole family together.

by blackaavar
Edna's Tricks

Ahhhhh!

Also by marbear_4u

by suspensiion

Random Oddness - Ghosts & Monsters

Uh... Please?

by mistyqee
Coltzan's Request

If Coltzan randomly gave you a request... would you accept?

by mbredboy31
 
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"The Seekers Get Spooked" by tudorrose1558
Professor Lambert was at his wits' end, and with as much wit as he had that was a place he rarely found himself. All day he had been interviewing applicants for a job sorting books in the Seekers' library. No one who had come in so far seemed right for it. The last applicant had actually walked in eating Cheesy Neos, and Lambert had had to frantically prevent him from touching anything with his messy fingers. Having shooed the fellow out, the Gnorbu sat at his desk and wearily buried his head in his hands. "Er, may I come in?" asked a female voice. "Yes," Lambert replied. He couldn't help but wonder why she didn't simply knock like everyone else. "Oh, hello. I'm Cordeilla Earnshaw." The professor looked up, startled by the sudden nearness of the voice; he hadn't heard the door open. Standing before him was a young Ixi woman... and she was a ghost. He wasn't scared, just shocked. He was intelligent enough to realize that ghosts were generally harmless... it was the zombies you had to worry about. "I hope you don't mind that I didn't knock," the Ixi continued. "I tried to, you see, but I had a little trouble. Me hand went right through the door!" She let out a loud guffaw. Lambert gave a nervous chuckle and a small, uncomfortable smile. "Er... what can I do for you, Miss Earnshaw?" "I'm here to apply for the book sorting job you advertised in The Neopian Times." "And in what ways do you feel you are qualified for the position?" "Not much to be qualified for, is there? I know how to put things in order. I can read and write and all that. I learned that when I was in school in Neovia. I'm originally from there, y'see. I was in theatre but me career got cut short. I've always been a bit bookish, though, wantin' to learn. Oh, and there is one other thing I feel I must mention."




Other Stories


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Night Terrors of the Darkest Kind
Fyora let out a scream as she was jolted from her sleep. Her back was as stiff as a board as she sat up. Her chest heaved with every pant as she felt the sweat rolling down her face. She slowly began to lift herself up out of the bed as her eyes adjusted to the faint lights of an Altadorian night filtering in through the window.

by rocksysmom

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Nonlinear Companions: Dusk
It wasn’t my idea of a fun night out, I'm not really entirely sure how he'd convinced me to do it. Maybe it was my urge to prove him wrong, or perhaps it was to prove myself as a sensible, level-headed young grey draik. Either way, I was here.

by _starryeyedsurprise_

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Ghosts and Monsters: Appreciating their Evilness
They are evil. They are cool. Be one of them.

Also by earthiness

by sky_lady


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Erin's Extreme Avatar Guide:Mutant Graveyard of Doom
This week, we’re adventuring through graveyards and avoiding spooky creatures to get in gear for this ghostly season. Mutant Graveyard of Doom is one of those fun games that combines problem solving and adventure.

by krazypinkgurl

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Chasing Treasure: Part Three
They made sail under the last fringes of darkness, the rosy hue of dawn leeching into the sky above them. Bannok gripped the helm with white knuckled fingers and focussed on staying awake and vertical. Sam could handle the rest of the ship himself, and Niettah - so long as she wasn't getting in the way, that was all Bannok needed.

by aethelar

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KATIPO I: Restart: Part Six
Her footsteps fall light in regret. She’s tasting her mistakes on the back of her tongue. All she can do to keep the shame from bursting through her ribcage is cross her arms and count her steps — three, four, five, six..

by theschizophrenicpunk



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