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 | The Sisterhood of Terra and Phee: Part OneMy name is Phee, and I'm a Faerie Peophin. My birth name is Phoebe, technically. Or at least, that's what my sister tells me. I don't remember what I was named, because I barely remember our owner -- our mom.
by lizzy_beth_750551 |  | Turning Pages: Part OneThe figure, cloaked in a fine black suit, wriggled his nose slightly while pushing the golden-rimmed monocle higher against his brow. Red ribbon lined the brim of his top hat and a cane rest snugly against his short, stubby, pink paws. Also by parody_ham
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"Caring for Kadoaties" by atreyu_rules87
Aah the Kadoatery, a place where feeding frenzies are the norm and the cries of the those little Kadoaties can be heard as far as Brightvale.
Despite the piercing cries of the Kads, this was a dream job for one little Krawk named Kenadee. She had always wanted to work with Kadoaties as they were her favorite petpets in all of Neopia. And after all, they did need someone to tend to them while their owners were on vacation.
She was so excited to start her new job that she had barely gotten any sleep the night before. But here she was. Kenadee, Keeper of the Kadoaties, the title she had settled on as sleep eluded her. The caretaker of the Kadoatery had said desk clerk or something like that but she knew her job would be much more than that.
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Good Doctor,I recognize your name in the more sinister spaces of Neovia. It seems I’m unable to turn my troubles to any of my companions without having your notoriety run through the atmosphere. Thus, though as a proper Neovian I should be avoiding this entirely, I have decided to conspire with the forbidden.
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The first breath was the hardest. They call the last breath ‘the death rattle’, but the first after dying is more than that, worse than that. The shock of it is only half the trouble. It’s like a small fire, or some sort of explosion, igniting in your chest. I saw a ghostkerbomb go off once, with a piercing white fire. It felt the way that bomb had looked.
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 Gourmet or Gross: A Foodie’s Guide
While ordinary Neopians in the past have turned their noses up at the mere mention of gross foods (and, of course, the smell), the recent foodie movement has brought gross foods back into the spotlight. Gross foods, formerly reserved for Alien Aishas and the least choosey of Skeiths, have been welcomed back onto dinner plates all across Neopia.
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