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A Relic of the Past

A rocky purchase...

by _brainchild_
Neovian Gothic

it's prime real estate!

by charybdis7
The Unique Gothic Way

Gothic style also by Neschulz

by sthephanie
A grave misunderstanding...

Nothing better than making new friends!Art by ciarza, story by riss_chan

by ciarza
It's Probably Just a Phase

There's always a balance between light and dark...

by lucycat123
Neovian Gothic: Edge Edition

Goth...ic?Art by tifnkittygrundler

by kaddisti
Random Oddness: Neovian Gothic

The crumpetmonger's happy accident.

by mistyqee
T3h Praedius

Praedius meets the new guy.

by arttimo
 
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Writing a Gothic Story: Just Add Monocles!



It was a dark and stormy night… Two authors, one, a fashionista with a flair for the dark side, the other an enthusiastic Zafara with a flair for the silly side. Together they have a flair for the flair-y side. This daring duo will teach you all the ways to write the best gothic story.



Other Stories


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Moquotamorphosis
Night paired eternally over Neovia. The fog hid the trees from far away. It was a strange winter. Most Nenovians stayed inside their homes, waiting for the season to be over.

by graevyard

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Old Friends
The figure did not linger in the streets of Neovia, as the thick night fog curled around her dark robe. She was bundled up tight against the night air, a hood hiding much of her face.

by herdygerdy

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Neopian Nibbles: The Best of Neovia's Crumpetmonger
Ah, Neovia, an eerily quiet town home to a peculiar yet charming folk. Strolling through the cobblestone streets it is readily apparent that there is a rich history here.collab with ciarza

by riss_chan

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The Flower Language of Neovia
Flower Language is not a means of communication widely seen outside of Neovia - sure, here and there you might find a land that attaches some meaning to a specific plant, but nothing to this extent.

by mollyscribbles

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Harker's Story
So that’s how we ended up here, Defender.” Harker leaned back in his chair and stretched his sore neck. It popped audibly, and the Wocky across the table made a face at the sound.

by tanikagillam

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The River that Flows Eternal
"Tylix! Tylix! Wake up!" The young Kacheek sat up with a start.

by movie138music



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