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...
The Prize Most Sought They were still quite a distance away from it, yet they could already hear the sounds of many, many voices within. Hanging over the bright red door was a dusty, peeling sign that read "The Pound"...
Super Chel: Part Two Chel stared at Eric. He was a boy. She was a girl. If she went up to him to try to become friends she'd be an outcast. There would be endless teasing by Isabella, Chel's best friend, and the other girls. But on the other hand, he wanted to be a super hero...
Shifting Sands and the Snowager: Part One He was standing on a ledge looking over Happy Valley, but from this distance the dome-shaped buildings shrunk to the size of matchboxes, and the individual pets to the size of ash falling from the matches...