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Beach Ball Theft

Well... What now?

Also by Pinksrainbow

by lyndsey4657

Eclectic Antics: Pizza Delivery

Dignity does not exist in this economy.

by amarettoball
Magma Contacts

This is why you don't buy rip-off Lava Contacts for half the price...

by madamidgaf
Random Oddness

It's not wise to get on Tangeriiine's bad side.

by mistyqee
Lab Ray vs. Beauty Contest

Noooo!Also by breezah_baby

by mustikeuh121
Galaxy Hair

It doesn't fit.

by ketchup547
Awkward Bruce

Run away!

by capn_scrac
Monochrome Madness

Just started again and...

by zaxamijo
UC Troubles: Express Yourself!

Those poor things... I wish they could express themselves...

by praline01
Pastel Horror #2 - A Pirate's Favorite Letter

Qysteri is VERY passionate about his puns.

by badjadejuniper
Coltzan Crisis

That was... disappointing

by contrastively
Favorite Pastime

I'm not sure that's how it works

Also by likelife96

by twillieblossom

Brainfreeze!

Only the trained can handle a brainfreeze.

by simbologies
Monochrome Mixup

I own so many colored pencils, yet somehow this keeps happening.

by 0123kl
Grey-t Day

Thanks!

by neopearly
 
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"When Grandma Was Grey" by minkton
Tammy loved when it rained. Her family stayed in. Her mama made Meaty Chia Soup. Her grandma told stories that made the day go by like a lightning bolt. The baby Kougra watched heavy, grey clouds roll over the hills that bordered Neopia Central. She pressed her paws to the window of her family’s tidy Neohome and waited for the first droplets to collect on the panes before the downpour came. Thunder clapped in the distance, and she grinned. “I should hurry to the market before the rain starts,” Tammy’s father called as he hurried out the door. “See you later, darlings.” The baby Kougra rushed to her father’s feet to whine in protest. But before she could beg her father to stay, her mother rushed in front of her planted a quick peck on Tammy’s furry forehead. “I’m right behind you, honey,” her mother chirped. “I promised to help at the Soup Kitchen, and I’ll be late if I wait for the storm to pass.” She put her paw on Tammy’s cheek. “We’ll be back before dinner, okay?” The door slammed shut as thunder rolled closer to Tammy’s Neohome. The Kougra’s heart sank. Now who would play Smug Bug Board Game with her? A lump grew in her throat as she returned to the window. It had just begun to drizzle.




Other Stories


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The Sloth Gummy That Got Away
It started out so pleasant. I was born in Virtupets Space Station– home of my creator, Franky. I lived for a short time in one of his most ingenious creations, the prestigious ‘Grundo Factory’.

by redken9x9

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Water and Maractite
The pencil wobbled as he tried to form letters. The sketchy lines barely met the paper, and they were hardly even readable.

Vechia.

If you squinted your head and turned it the right way, it sort of looked like his name.

by jrayeb3


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How To Be Miserable
The saddest day of the year is upon us, are you going to embrace the holiday or avoid it? The one day of the year where it is acceptable to walk around with a sad look on your face. The one day of the year where all Grey coloured pets feel like they are appreciated for once. You guessed it, today we are celebrating Grey Day!

by salutation

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How To Be A Little Less Grey
Grey Day doesn't always have to be so gloomy

by 1_doglefox

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Chronicles of a Caped Crusader: Days Yet to Pass: Part Ten
It took five days to make the necessary adjustments to the machine to send Chloe to the past. Chloe spent most of that time with her little sisters or alone in her room with May. She saw Elise a few more times, but the Cybunny mostly wanted to be left alone with her pain.

by kristykimmy

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Eye of the Crokabek: Part Two
Tim gulped as he scrambled through the tunnels of Moltara on his way back to the surface. No wonder everyone was too frightened to talk about it. But what could one Yurble like Tim do against the might of the Sway?

by reiqua



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