| A Waffle Paradise |
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Issue: 692 | 31st day of Swimming, Y17 |
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 | Trouble's BrewingDeep within the macabre wetland of the Haunted Woods, hidden by the swamp gases and crooked trees shrouded in tangles of spongy moss, there was a foreboding abode that stood on the muddy river bank. Composed of rotten-looking shambles of wood, it looked like the slightest gust of wind could knock the entire residence on its side. But it was the enigmatic ixi that called this dingy shack home that really gave rise to the mysteries.
by flannelle |  | A Healing CuppaPenny walked up to the cafe and breathed a sigh of relief. She giggled as the sigh took the form of steam. She trotted in and shut the door firmly behind her. “Not used to Terror Mountain weather, eh?” the Kougra behind the counter asked.
by racoon188 |  | Super Secret Club: The Great Cookie CaperThe Kacheek prances off, towards the kitchen, where Al knows the magic happens. Seconds later, a loud cry of horror interrupts the quiet hum of chatter in the quiet bakery. The Super Secret Club leap to their feet, racing to where the Breadmaster is standing in the doorway. “My famous cookie recipe! It’s …It’s gone!”
by xpninja |  | A Rock in the WoodsNadine, one young Strawberry Poogle, frowned as she looked down. All rocks in the Haunted Woods looked somewhat similar but she was sure- very, very sure- that she had seen this one before.
by i_love_cute_neos |  | Memories and WishesI stare up at the night sky.
Up on this hill, the whole of it is visible, and the stars shine down at me. It is such a shame that their luster is lost in the turmoil of the city. So I come here, where it is quiet.
The night sky stares at me.
A shooting star passes. I have not seen one of those in years. The last time was… oh yes, it was back then…
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"The Great Cookie Caper" by xpninja
IIn the garden of number forty eight, Rainbow Lane, Neopia Central, stands a tree house. But this is not just any treehouse. This treehouse is the headquarters of the Super Secret Club. It’s Super (of course) and Secret (naturally) and the Club risk their lives on difficult, dangerous missions, like retrieving the ball that fell into Mrs-Jenkins-Next-Door’s garden, and taming the wild Warf that somehow managed to crawl through the hedge. There’s no mission too big, no task too terrifying. They will work tirelessly to ensure that justice prevails in the garden. Until nap time, that is.
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