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...
A Fruit's Worth The stall owner snarled, "The next shipment doesn't come in until tomorrow morning. The caravan travels by night so that the fruit doesn't perish in the sun, but if you want some so bad, why don't you prance your furry little tail over to Qasala and buy it yourself?"
Catching Up: Part Six Maybe Ms. Evea had meant it for her ears only. If that were true, though, she had to have singled Patricia out for some reason. But why? The Dark Faerie shrugged and sighed...
Sword of the Shapeshifter: Part Eight Kass nodded. "We have known each other too long for this, my friend. You needn't try to hide what you cannot conceal..."