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"Timmett's Transformation" by fields_of_gold
The auction house echoed with life, its high stone walls and wood floors reverberating with the sounds of arguing people. Auctioneers shouted over one another as lots rose in price and bidding times ran out.
Amongst all the chaos stood a scruffy yellow Yurble, seemingly oblivious to the activity around him. In one paw he absently fingered a bag full of Neopoints, and he stared longingly at something on one of the long wooden auction tables.
A heavyset blue Scorchio wearing a rather bright red and green visor and matching vest approached from the other side of the table. “Can I help you sonny?” he asked jovially.
The Yurble looked up, startled out of his reverie, “Oh, no, thank you, I'm just looking.” His eyes wandered back to the baby paint brush sitting on the table in front of him, and he looked at the high price tag sadly.
Suddenly a voice, barely heard over the noise in the hall, called his name. “Timmett! Come on, we're leaving!”
Sighing, Timmett turned and headed in the direction of the voice. A tall, thinly built blonde woman, surrounded by three other pets, stood waiting in front of the large oak doors. “Come on Tim,” she said kindly, resting a hand on his head as she guided the four pets out of the auction house and into the bright sunlight.
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 The Adventure in Krawk Island
I can feel the soft golden sand on my back and the bright sun shining in my eyes. I awaken at a Island lying in the sand near the docks, I am here with nothing but a small bag of dubloons. I seem to be at alone right now trying to find a treasure of some sort and my father's seem to have disappeared leaving a note "I'll be back soon", yet the ship is still here, not in great condition but able to sail to other places.
by latizule |
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 The Potion Predicament
With a smile, Snazztacular the Purple Lupe poured Sloth Spaghetti onto the plate of yet another Grundo at the Virtupets Space Station. A gigantic line had formed outside Grundo's Cafe, every one of the clients eager for a delicious meal. Snazz was in fact doing volunteer work; the profits from the food sales were going to charity.
by _brainchild_ |
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 Are You a True Neopian?
In my opinion it is not your achievements that make you a Neopian but your mistakes and failures and how you learn from them. We can’t all be well known or fantastic at games or collecting avatars or in the Battledome. But we can all commiserate together when things go wrong. If you still keep coming back to this site despite all the disasters and upsets you truly can consider yourself a Neopian.
by equinewhispers |
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 Neopian Dining: The Golden Dubloon
Tonight I'll tell you about my experience at The Golden Dubloon, one of Neopia’s oldest restaurants. It has a rich history all its own, and it’s still a much-loved part of the island today. And though it’s popular with tourists, it’s also where the locals come to eat, which is always a good sign.
by lycheeprincess |
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 Mr. Aramate's Wonderous Emporium of the Soul: Part One
Halfcastle Forge was that most curious of border towns. Neither here, nor there, and certainly of no real importance. Not quite in the Endless Plains. Certainly not part of the Haunted Woods. And not on a major trade route. The town, if you could even call it a town, had only one real claim to fame - being on the Demonica River.
by herdygerdy |
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 A Queen's Ascension - Justice: Part Three
Queen Nabile returned to Qasala in the early evening, the following day of the coronation. She had stayed over in the Sakhmetian palace for the night, wanting to witness Frezon as king. Alongside a few other nobles and royalty who stayed to recuperate before their journey home, she witnessed what she could only call a Lupe that was certainly at home in the palace despite his remarkably short time being there.
by dudeiloled |
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