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Issue: 744 | 12th day of Hiding, Y18 |
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The Secret of the Faerie Quests
A collectable card. A toy ball. A stick of red lipstick.
These are all items that the questing faeries may ask for to complete their spells, but how on earth can these things be of any use? What can Edna possibly add to her potion by throwing in a small plastic car to melt and warp in the boiling liquid? And why on earth does the fire faerie need quite so many torn gym socks?
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There’s More Than One Way to be a Princess The king and queen were attending to business in the high tower, the princes were playing chess in the garden or taking music lessons, the princesses were grooming their long silky manes or reading quietly in the castle’s library. All the princesses but one, that was.
by embethrose |
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The Quest for Piratehood Lantsov absolutely adored living in a Neohome in Krawk Island. As a pirate Blumaroo, he felt at home among the scourges and scallywags that prowled the beaches and alleys of his neighborhood. And, of course, he participated in all of the mandatory pirate activities that the island had to offer. But there was one huge problem. Lantsov wasn’t actually a pirate.
by lunarchronicles |
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Overfeeding is Fun! When I first started feeding kadoaties, also known as “kads”, I had no idea what an overfeeder was. I foolishly thought everyone stopped feeding kads once they finally got the avatar. Why would you want to feed beyond seventy-five?
by jessica_sweetie8 |
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Dear Reader I started writing for the Neopian Times two years ago. I had my eyes set on that beautiful NT Star avatar, and after my first two publications, I really felt on a roll. I kept on writing and submitting on a regular basis, always looking through the Neopian calendar to check for upcoming pet days and events that would inspire me to write an article or list of some kind.
by aleu1986 |
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The Spirit of Black Keep: Part Two Five days later, on a grey drizzly afternoon, Pharazon stepped off the gangplank of the sky-ship liner and into Brightvale’s bustling skyport. He pulled the hood of his travelling cloak closer around his face to protect himself from the chill air, watching his breath pool in front of his snout every time he exhaled.
by cosmicfire918 |
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