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	A Varwolf’s Disposition The Varwolf so Valuable, all of Neopia wants to get their hands on one... by qeenoneo
	A Random Poem I went to write a random poem... by agedbeauty
	Peopatra's Petpet Paradise This poem is lovingly dedicated to my own Desert Petpet, Paris the Persian kitty. :) by ayakae
	Tawnia the Island Uni An ordinary day turned into an adventure by tatyanne
	Shanty from Krawk Island Shore Ahoy, mateys! by gamin_de_la_landes2
	Acara's Perfect Beach Day Nothing beats the beach! by thejulyninth
	Jhudora's Greatest Bluff Jhudora is a faerie with a certain wicked reputation... by merionelle
	The Truth About Kiko Lake Kiko Lake is seen as a peaceful place... by togepwi
	A Tour Around Mystery Island Begin the morning with a Tiki Tour... by rurirawr
	Button Eyes, Floppy Wings With a Shoyru friend, you won't be forlorn... by drziggs

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"Jhudora's Methods" by stella_123_5
It was something of a cliche for a dark faerie to be involved in an exorcism, and yet here Jhudora was, heading towards one. (One might argue that there was nothing all that surprising about this— Jhudora’s dark clouds of magic and occasional bouts of evil cackling were not uncommon choices for dark faeries. But if you could still understand her after she turned you into a Mortog, she would inform you that she was the reason the younger faeries made those choices. You only copied the best.) How had she ended up here? As with most distasteful things in her life, it had to do with Illusen. As Jhudora continued past the entrance of Faerie City, pointedly ignoring the gasps and screams she left in her wake, she remembered Illusen’s scheme with irritation. Fool she was, of course the earth faerie hadn't invited her to the Glade to show her an amazing new spell. “Did I say spell? I meant recipe.” Jhudora was loath to admit it, but the pudding really had been very good. Which was why she was doing this now.

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