Perhaps it was just my Tyrannian Slorg sitting on my shoulder and the feeling of slime oozing through my T-shirt that prompted me to write, but either way the feeling would not leave me – I had to write something big, something political. A statement about the Slorg in all its glory. A piece of writing that would urge Neopians everywhere to...
Another Hero's Journey: Part Ten Jovan entered the shadow Shoyru's room, bearing a tray of steaming tea and some biscuits. "Bandits," said the blue Ixi anxiously. "I bolted our doors and shut all our windows..."
Super Chel: Part Two Chel stared at Eric. He was a boy. She was a girl. If she went up to him to try to become friends she'd be an outcast. There would be endless teasing by Isabella, Chel's best friend, and the other girls. But on the other hand, he wanted to be a super hero...