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The Flower Queen

Today and yesterday melded together as one memory.

by havittaa
Dream-Walking

I don't know if there's a better relief than stepping outside the Pound Transfer Tunnel into the Exchange.

by cc_coffman98
My Language

Memories are nothing without words.

by marthajill
Oops!

She had been asked what kind of a petpet she wanted. Being a Grundo she thought deeply about her home on the Space Station. "I want a robot petpet," she replied.

by comicsgirl
I am NOT a Jetsam!

Maraquan Grarrls and Jetsams are often confused, but Grumpy just won't stand for this!

by beautyfairy5555
Red's Lucky Gloves

Once there was a red Jetsam, who was bigger, tougher and much, much scarier than any other Jetsam in all of Neopia.

by kirstylouist
Beauty is a Fickle Thing

It was an uncharacteristically lovely day in the Haunted Woods—as lovely as any day in the Haunted Woods could be, anyway...

by tranqz
The State of Dreaming

It was ridiculous, that's what it was, she thought as she trod the dirt path with distaste. She wasn't a courier! She had couriers herself!

by crazy_holly_ii
 
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"Beauty is a Fickle Thing" by tranqz
"I shouldn't be so afraid," Ninedinna scolded herself under her breath, shaking her head vigorously from side to side. She had to constantly remind herself that she was a zombie now, and that other pets bolted in alarm at the sight of her...




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Wings, Wings and Even More Wings
Did your Pet ever desire to fly?

Also by hufflepuff

by 1engel


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5 Things Not To Do On The TP
The biggest blocks to getting things traded on the TP.

by oqitsoq

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Cinnamon and Vinegar: Part Seven
"Things will be alright someday," she murmured. And then I looked at her and noticed that she was devastated. Her eyes showed it, even in the torch-light.

by ellbot1998

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His Name is Kribal: Part Eight
'Sorry to disappoint you,' the apparition replied cheerfully, 'but Parlax can't make it today.'

She jolted upright at the sound of the familiar voice, unable to stop the shock from showing...

by d_morton


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How Nifty
Does this mean I caught nothing?

by kirimiso

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Second-Hand Odor
Y'know, I always wondered how he stood the smell in there...

by dovahkit



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