Perhaps it was just my Tyrannian Slorg sitting on my shoulder and the feeling of slime oozing through my T-shirt that prompted me to write, but either way the feeling would not leave me – I had to write something big, something political. A statement about the Slorg in all its glory. A piece of writing that would urge Neopians everywhere to...
The Prize Most Sought They were still quite a distance away from it, yet they could already hear the sounds of many, many voices within. Hanging over the bright red door was a dusty, peeling sign that read "The Pound"...
Kiko Lake: What We Want "We will be adding more stuff soon - please check back!" says the cute little description above the cozy picture of Kiko Lake...
Shifting Sands and the Snowager: Part One He was standing on a ledge looking over Happy Valley, but from this distance the dome-shaped buildings shrunk to the size of matchboxes, and the individual pets to the size of ash falling from the matches...
Illusen's Bad Hair Day: Part One Everyone gets bad hair days, she told herself, and hopefully mine won't last too long. After all, she wasn't Illusen the Earth Faerie for nothing...