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Week - 205
Mysterious Patchwork: Part One
by dark_goddess_rising | | Description: Just as the Aisha planned, she walked in from the summer heat at the exact moment
of the restock. She reached for one of the shelves near the door and grabbed
a soft, stuffed pet... |
| Week - 206
Mysterious Patchwork: Part Two
by dark_goddess_rising | | Description: "Excuse me," she asked. "Do you have any Plushie
Kau Plushies?" |
| Week - 207
Mysterious Patchwork: Part Three
by dark_goddess_rising | | Description: This place was so much nicer than the Adoption
Agency. Even if he could only stay for a little while... |
| Week - 207
Getting a New Pet: Are You Really Ready?
by dark_goddess_rising | | Description: That create a pet button is awfully tempting, and without
neopets there would be no Neopia, but how do you know when it’s time? |
| Week - 220
Sophie the Swamp Witch
by dark_goddess_rising | | Description: Sophie’s name proves two things about her. She lives in a swamp and she’s a
witch. |
| Week - 238
The Many Uses of Plot - Altador
by dark_goddess_rising | | Description: Since the Altador plot started at the end of March, many people have made the
Altador Plot Board their third Neohome (Altador itself is their second; those
darn clues are getting harder and harder to find), myself included... |
| Week - 241
The Dreamer
by dark_goddess_rising | | Description: Neopia knows her from the Book of Ages and a
constellation fashioned in her honor hangs in our night sky, but there is another
story in her past, one that precedes the tale in the Book of Ages... |
| Week - 247
A Balthazar-Faerie Tale
by dark_goddess_rising | | Description: I haven't seen poor Fuhnah since she told me this story. I hope she hasn't gotten herself caught again. |
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 The Price of Faith: Part Four
It was a cold morning. The frost lay
like lace over the frail plants and rocks. The sky was a brilliant blue without
a single smudge of cloud, and the sun was so bright it was almost shouting aloud
how good it was to be alive...
by mutedsanity |
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