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Issue: 426 | 15th day of Sleeping, Y12 |
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Short Stories
 | A Typical Day In The Life Of An Enslaved Grundo"T'KAR!!! I DO NOT PAY YOU TO LAZE AROUND!! REPORT TO THE BRIDGE – WITH MY SLIPPERS – IMMEDIATELY!!"
by greyskyline |  | Grundos, Rocks, and Other ThingsHe was loaded into the orange Grundo's slingshot, and suddenly found himself airborne. If he had had eyes, he would have closed them, very tightly.
by crazy_holly_ii |  | Long NightsSo with nowhere else to turn... I worked for Dr. Sloth. And sometimes... things just went wrong.
by child_dragon |  | The Ruby Chest"I'm leaving today, Tunqar, with the crew. We're gonna explore Neopia. I've been looking forward to it for months, but now..."
by fluorescency |  | SpaceWhen you walk into your younger sibling's room and find it replaced by something called "Mission Control", the only rational explanation is that you're still dreaming.
by randomsilliness |  | Worth a Thousand WordsShe had no name. Nobody outside a cage spoke to her except Dr. Death and Rose.
by kittengriffin |  | Biography of a Villain: Dr. Frank SlothThe line between villain and hero has never been so thin.
by thropp |  | A Cracked Bottle of SandNo one would want to pick a plain old thing like me. No one cared for what I once held, or what I used to be.
by fluffylopbunny |  | The Magical Faellie"I'm trying to create a potion for the 'make your own potion' contest. It has to be original, and I'm not allowed to look at any spell or magical potion books..."
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Headlines "A Cracked Bottle of Sand" by fluffylopbunny I sat there, watching the others get picked up and chosen for their pretty colors. Sure, they were blue, green, red, purple, orange... even rainbow; they were beautiful. No one would want to pick a plain old thing like me. No one cared for what I once held, or what I used to be. The sun was high over Neopia Central...
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