"Three Hundred and Fifty Years of Knowledge" by imogenweasley He was the Brain Tree. Strange as it may sound, the only mystery he had never been able to completely unveil had to do with himself. He knew nothing of his own origin. He knew how old he was and the date of his birthday with the help of complicated calculations, but the reason behind his existence and the source of his intelligence were unknown, even to him. Sometimes, when he racked his brain and tried to force the earliest memory he could remember...
In Exactly 350 Words Stifling a yawn, she tried to stay awake as the President of the Writing Club droned on and on about the importance of the 350th issue...
Why YOU Should Write for the Neopian Times But why exactly do these NT writers continually get works published in the NT? Surely it's not just their love for Neopia, right?
The King of Werelupes: Part One "You've been painted Halloween for ages, Fanger," Kieavin said as she appeared through the doorway. "You should be used to..."