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Blossoms~ Snowball Effect Part 13

Hyper realistic slushies will solve anything.

by twillieblossom
Ink: Dark Contrast - Part 8

This part gives me writer's guilt.

by june_scarlet
Petpetpet Problems

To refresh or not to refresh? You may be stuck with a new companion forever!

by flopalop
Pumpkin Prank

It aint easy having a pumpkin for a brother!

by jhudora96
Stargazing

It's so beautiful i'm in tears.

by chizuru
The Space Pteri

Oh yeah... Bye!

Also by ayitsneon

by erianoillim

Royal Pain

I am the best owner.

by winner19955
Lame Pun Presents: Holiday Hijinks Part 3

RUN!

by blackaavar
Neocola Token

Worth it.

Also by Lyndsey4657

by pinksrainbow

A Day in the Punch Club

When the Pant Devil wants some pie...

Also by _kefka

by gold_23771__95

The Daily Issues

Starring the owner and an actually fixed title!

by sophiaabic
Cavities: Giftbags

How horrifying!

by thegoddesofxweetok1
How Elvin Got His Bandages

That's the second time!

by flustre
Frolics- School Dazed

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Also by patjade

by izzywizard

A Spooky Halloween: Part Three

The Music

by ghostkomorichu
 
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"The Dinner" by grimmbones7
It was a dreary day. Alfred hobbled across the Neopia Central path and waved to the Money Tree. He unlocked the Post Office and began dusting his collections. He picked up his favourite framed photo and gently dusted it off. He went through his daily routine of signing off on shipments and organizing his stock. Whenever a happy, plucky customer came in Alfred put on a smile and helped them find what they needed. He grew tired of the same routine day in and day out. He pondered retiring for a moment and then shook his head. If he gave up the shop, he wouldn’t have anything to keep him occupied. He remembered years and years ago when he owned the Food Shop with his wife and son. Young Alfred sprinkled the flour on the counter as his son helped to flatten out the dough. “Papa, do I roll it out like this?” the little chia asked. Alfred looked down at his son and laughed. “You have flour on your nose!” Annie popped her head in the kitchen. “Come on boys, we have to get the bread out for the customers!” Alfred smiled. Annie was always rushing around to get everything done. He took over flattening out the dough, got them in the pans, and lifted them into the oven. As he set the time, he went to the orchard to get the baskets of fresh fruit. “Papa, look at me! Look at me, I’m flying!”




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The Story of Ash and Ice
This is my story about the origin of Baelia, the grey faerie, and Taelia, the snow faerie.

by kittyz_all_the_way

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Uneventful
The big blue eyes remained unblinking, a pinpoint of light in a dimly lit room. Her smile rested like a mask on her face, disguising any emotions that flitted through her head. She sat calmly, waiting for him to finish. He smiled at her. "What do you think?"

by __ayahrox__

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Unpopular, Yet Favorited Games Across Neopia
Bored with Kass Basher? Tired of Meerca Chase? How about a different game for a change of pace?

by yoshisislandbandit

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+1 Lookup
We have scoured the very depths of the vast lands of Neopia to bring you a compilation of things to do and accomplish, whether you are a seasoned player or a brand new one. We will be detailing seven different topics and tasks that you can do to "one up" your lookup

Also by rose_loves_you_xoxo and aeaglebabe09

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Sharing the Load: Part One
Helen laughed as Nova scampered after his toy rope. He tossed it high and shook it, growling playfully. The black Kimbi hurried back to his owner, eyes shining. She grabbed one end and they had a tug-o-war. Having fun, the shadow Gelert was surprised when her Petpet suddenly stopped, antennae twitching.

by 77thbigby

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Chasing Treasure: Part Five
"What on earth are these?" Sam asked, nose twisting in disgust. "It's a scrap box of broken things." He pulled one of them out, holding it with the tips of two fingers, and held it up for inspection. It looked like it might, once, have been a battledome weapon - a ray gun, perhaps?

by aethelar



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