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Issue: 595 | 17th day of Hunting, Y15 |
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 | Toy ShopMartin wanted nothing to do with kids. All they did was destroy perfectly good items without any care in the world. Reckless hooligans...
by kworldy |  | A Battle To Be Proud ofTenderhorn, a magnificent Magma Tonu, sat in the sand, the shadow of the dune behind him hiding his presence to the forces below. Many moons ago, a mysterious obelisk had suddenly appeared...
by brokensilent |  | To Know the RainHe wondered what rain felt like. Was it hot like the volcano rivers or was it cold like the fabled Terror Mountains? Soft? Hard? Did it come in different colours?
by pycrion |  | Usuki Singing Stars #13: A Poem Between Sisters"So, what do you think?" Patricia wondered. She, Sparkles and Scary were busy writing up poems for their English class. The assignment was to write a heartfelt poem about a close family member or relative of their choice.
by downrightdude |  | Lambert Bobs for Apples"Good evening," Professor Lambert greeted politely. He really wanted no business with this other Gnorbu, but he figured that the faster he asked for directions, the faster he could leave.
by cannizarro |  | Cantrua and IbentiThey were both squatting with several other ownerless pets in a secret hideout of sorts in Geraptiku. They all had been taken to the pound, but ran away before they could officially be abandoned.
by gyosco |  | Ripples Of The PastShe repeated the dance several times, each cycle even more soulful than the last. With a final flourish, she twirled into the sky.
by lux_aeterna1234 |  | Bedtime StoryChildren were hard work and confusing. But he also didn't entirely mind them.
by exinspired |  | Interview with Neopia; Sloth EditionA revolutionary leap in Neopian technology has allowed me to communicate with the planet itself, plugging directly into the center of it from the bottom of The Bubbling Pit.
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"To Know the Rain" by pycrion
Vynder only knew the dark and fire. His sight was filled with fire and magma, the smell of brimstone. His own skin was of rock and lava, his eyes a light with fire. Fire danced around his neck, a live collar of flames. They drifted off his skin smoothly, his paws would leave trails of embers. His house was made out of stone, of old lava dried but still warm...
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 All About Socky
It's the mysterious sock monster that keeps the Thieves Guild company in their caves, but not much seems to be known about it.
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