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Issue: 690 | 17th day of Swimming, Y17 |
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The Three Stages of AC by new_perspective
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One Summer's Day "Hey look, it's Mystery Island! We're almost at Mystery Island!" Daizm, plushie Kacheek shouted excitedly from the front of the ferry she, her brother and her adopted cousins were on. She blinked as sea spray from the ferry powering through the waves, splashed her in face. She has halfway over the railing at the front of the ferry when someone grabbed her wrist.
by orisasda |
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Arthur: A Weapon's Tale: Part Three It was an odd hour to be out in Happy Valley with few Neopians around. Art kept his head down, moving swiftly on the cold cobblestone path. The Snowager would be asleep any moment now and he would need all the time he could get. The path wound its way through town until pavement turned to ice.
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The Sorceress and the Prisoner: Part Two The warm, sweet calling voice of his younger sister woke Jeran from his dreams. He couldn't remember exactly what his dream had been, only that he had felt alone, then shook the thought from his mind. To his surprise he had woken up in the courtyard, with Lisha's face hovering above him, a huge grin on her face.
by dudeiloled |
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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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