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Ink: Inversion - Part 5

You don't understand, he has to be stopped! I have to stop him.

by june_scarlet
Blossoms~ Games Night Part 5

Don't tell me it's my tears next.

by twillieblossom
Negg Hunt Shenanigans

let the games begin

Also by dianalovee

by grimlane

Chia Adventures: Spring!

Spring is finally here!

by fruitbananas
Who am I, edition #3

Edition 3 of the neopia quiz, can you guess who I am?.....

by gleenut
The Mocking Grarrl

For anyone who shop stocks with the Super Shop Wiz :)

by asparagushead
uuuunbelieeeevableeee

is that so??

by _gizmo_stern_
Sketchy - Trophy Physics

It's a balancing act!

by lennifer_jennifer2
Not All Weewoos work at the Neopian Times!

When people assume your job........Written by: kaizen_boi and Art by: iggy___koopa

by kaizen_boi
So sad, To Kad...

today is the day...wait

by marsbarss
Sloth's Littlest Fan

hewwoo...

by fairy_350
 
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"Laugh Please!" by myownworld09
Marna the Grarrl loved her position as court cook for the mostly grumpy King Skarl, but something was wrong of late. The King had not laughed for some time and was becoming more and more grumpy by the day if that was possible and the poor Meridell cleaners were being overworked with their more and more frequent trips to the Rubbish Dump. They were starting to grumble and complain about the smell they could not remove from their clothes and the fact the King himself did not even notice the stench! She had been with him ever since that chance meeting at the fancy Kelp restaurant when she had spilled her soup on him and said something witty that made him laugh. She remembered the long pause as he looked at his stately robe and the darkening stain that graced his collar. He had stared at it for a long while and then suddenly without warning let out a bellow of laughter that was strong and loud. It lasted for just a few seconds and stopped as quickly as it started but it was enough for the King to take an immediate liking to her. He hardly ever laughed so he hired her there and then mostly for the possible chuckle but also for a vacancy that had just so happened to become available that very day, court cook. It seems that that the previous cook had not given the King an accurate summary of what was in his casserole for lunch that day. The King hated any orange food and his lunch had carrots in it.




Other Stories


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How a Clompkin found his patch
It’s difficult being a Clompkin in a field of pumpkins sometimes.

by super_star12001

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A Happy Gnomes New Friend.
The sound of butterfly wings fluttering through the wind echoes through the tribe. Past the woodland and through the bright, green trees lies a tribe full of the tiniest Kacheeks, dressed up as gnomes. They wear red, blue, green, all kind of colour hats. With hearts dedicated to their tribe, they swore to protect each other and any invasion that occurs.

by yellowstefy

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Plumpy's Guide to the Petpetsitter
Hello Neofriends! If I haven’t introduced myself so far, let me just say that you can call me “Tiny Kitty”, and I’m one of the best petpets your precious neopoints can buy: a Plumpy. Won’t you trust me when I tell you that I’m really a 28lb ball of fluff? No pampering needed, just bacon.

Also by Quigglypook

by pandacat838


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Customization: Festival of Neggs
The Festival Of Neggs is almost here! In this article, I have put together various Negg-themed customizations that will get your Neopets in the right mood for the festival, and that would make Kari the Negg Faerie herself proud.

by aleu1986

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Searching a place:Part Nine

Also by acespades1, charliews & hits

by nacil30


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Isolde and the Faerie Statue:Part Four
She told them everything. About the dreams, the statue by the house; the feeling that she couldn’t move her body when she awoke from her nightmares; about the fire, the huge pillars of fire; and the strange pink fog all over Faerieland in her dreams.

also written by anachronisms

by tsiegred




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