"The Working Girl" by lightninglover34 Hunnybee sighed as her daughter's voice rang out for the seventeenth time that hour. Plodding down the hall and yanking open the door, she stumbled through the sea of plushies covering the rug and arrived, alive, by the side of the bed. "What now?"
Finding the Ultimate Treasure Chavien froze with
fear. Whatever it was, it had heard him, and his paws began to tremble involuntarily.
He wanted to leave the Deserted Tomb...
The Lone Howler It was said that when some of the evil
creatures in the Haunted Woods ran out of room, they moved to that thick forest.
Ever since the tales had spread, few young Neopians ever dared to enter the
"Forest of Darkness"...
An Inconspicuous Guide: How to Write Well As a hopeful writer myself, I have come to
the conclusion that the masses of Neopia can, in fact, benefit from a little guide
of basic rules...
When the Weather is Grey: Part Two "You are, quite obviously, not in Neopia Central
anymore. Your coloring, along with all that rain you had last night, has brought
you to this island..."