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	Howling Practice Carl’s still a bit ruff around the edges. Collab with confutation by littlest_wiley
	Swept Up Well at least their messes are smaller than a Petpet's! Collab with justinballin by nucular_dude
	The Mysterious Symol Hole Hello there! Collab with togepwi and m_hero18 by qlobal
	Garin and Jacques Visit Dacardia Collab with kittytheillustrator by firefoxtails
	The Lupees With great power comes great...uhhhh... by the_lupees
	The Tournament Pt 9 Collab with luc187 and nostalgicneopian by kuroneko_kitty
	Super Attack Pea Surprise When Dr. Sloth meets Super Attack Pea Collab with coolman233312 by fivemilliononly
	A New Colour? It's s-not what you're expecting! Collab with batya_rose and a_panda_bear by flames_unleashed
	Darigan Strikes Again Seriously?...Collab with unfreeze_xlinger2 by lesliiiiex
	RIP: Maraquan No More Changing your colour isn't always so simple... by peanutbuttermilk
	Neopuns Vol 2 Brace yourself! by kazoo444
	The Shop Wizard Goes on Vacation Someone's obsessed with their job... by treeword
	Boxley & Friends Part 3: The Upside Down It's a phenomenon called the "Upside Down"... Collab with Plasticprep4eva and Dariganey by shenkuun
	Neopia Noir Real scary stuff! by gloomyhalloumi

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"Walls of Glass" by darkpixie28
Glorini’s three-hundredth birthday gala was being held at Faerie Castle and Seshatia had prepared herself accordingly. It was easy to lose track of one’s exact age with faerie longevity, but three centuries was a significant milestone and a perfect excuse for a grand party. For the occasion, Seshatia had found a formal dress with the same purple of her glasses and silver flats matching its chain. The hairstick keeping her updo in place was a handmade gift from a dear friend, Glorini herself. It was a piece of her artisan metalcraft, ornamented with a flower in the shape of the pink blooms that grew near the castle. A gift box with a fireproof sketchbook and a signed copy of Moltara Metallurgy was secured in her bookbag. Seshatia appeared in a puff of smoke at a little bakery she frequented. The owner, a faerie Scorchio, specialized in macarons that came with flavors uncommon in Faerie pastry and intricate renderings of Petpets. She rolled out into the summer night with a dozen Harris-topped ones for Glorini and joyous anticipation for the gala. The trip to the castle would be longer, as she only had the strength to travel instantly while in her library. A translucent violet path appeared before her thanks to the Bridges of Brightvale enchantment she had placed on her chair. The sky was clear and bright despite the hour. The stars shone unobscured and the moon was waxing and nearly full. As she rolled onwards, Seshatia thought of days spent reading together on a blanket in the shade of a tree, lively conversations held over a pot of hot coffee, and riddles...

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Those Aren't Pickles...
As a naive and innocent Neopian, I embarked on a quest in search of answers... about a pickle jar? No, wait...

by legendaryspoon

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Walls of Glass
Glorini’s three-hundredth birthday gala was being held at Faerie Castle and Seshatia had prepared herself accordingly. It was easy to lose track of one’s exact age with faerie longevity, but three centuries was a significant milestone and a perfect excuse for a grand party.

by darkpixie28

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8 Ways to Celebrate a Neopian Pride Month
It’s the Month of Relaxing, and all over Neopia, colourful banners are going up, rainbow streamers are fluttering through the streets of Neopia Central, and pets are celebrating a month of love, identity, and self-expression.

by justin_967

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What You Need for a Perfect Beach Day
Summer is here! The sun is shining, and the temperature is rising. You know what that means - it's time to go to the beach! However, in order to maximize your fun while playing in the sand and water, you need to make sure you have all the essentials.

by cibola

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Dungeons and Dimwits
The ancient wooden doors creaked open at their arrival. Shadows beckoned them onward. Black smoke poured out from within, smelling of winter and cake frosting for some reason.

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Cedar Locke and the Missing Brooch
The next day dawned bright and fresh. A clear sky and swift winds that billowed through the city. Cedar awoke to find himself slumped in a chair beside the embers of a long-dead fire.

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