"Weewoo in Training" by derrangeddragon "Wow, that storm really came out of nowhere!” I shout, struggling to push shut the large door of the Neopian Times office against the buffeting wind.
“Here, let me help you with that,” comes a voice from behind me. We struggle for just a moment before finally pushing the door closed. I'm tempted to collapse beside it, but this is my very first visit to the Times and I want to make a good impression. Instead, I brace myself and turn to meet my rescuer, a smiling Blumaroo. “Thank you so much!”
Why Are You Writing? The blank paper stared up from the notebook. Each moment passed felt like an eternity gone by. Every tick of the clock seemed to echo throughout the room. The shadow Wocky chewed the end of his pencil, quickly putting teeth marks in it. He had tried everything; pacing, reading, eating, meditating, yet the paper remained blank, seemingly watching him, waiting for his move.
A Clean Slate The gate clangs shut behind him, the metallic reverberations humming in his ears. Turning his head only slightly, he watches from the corner of his eye as two guards shuffle away. A creaking noise, and the doors to the prison of Darigan Citadel swing open to usher them in.
The Complete Guide to Owning a Weewoo Weewoo are quite the popular Petpet species across the many regions of Neopia, and for good reason! They are small in stature but quickly become unwaveringly bonded to their owner.
One Hundred Games - Part One his article (actually, it'll be split into two parts) will go into detail about the first hundred games ever to have been created. A very small number of these games are still playable today, so unless you've been around here for a very long time, this will probably be new.
The Trouble with Tridents: Part Four Firi and Sei left through the same air vent they had entered the Kelp restaurant through earlier. The Krawk had tried to follow them, but had gotten stuck in the ducts. Sei swam back and forth, worried about his trident, while Firi calmly collected her bag full of seashells behind the dumpster. Sei could not understand why Firi was so calm.
The Gallant Return of Kathryn and Tobin: Part Five By the time we had completed the glass-bottom boat tour, it was only one o'clock, so I had two hours to kill before Daisy came over. Tobin asked if I wanted to explore the woods for snorkles that liked to root around in the undergrowth and leaf litter for truffles, but I was too mad at him.