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Issue: 248 | 14th day of Swimming, Y8 |
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Week - 194
Call Of The Wind
by digital_microwave | | Description: The pup slowly slunk through the wet undergrowth,
rain pelting his small body every so often. He whimpered, never in his life
had he felt so alone, so scared. Tayoka had been so kind... |
| Week - 197
Tainted Wings
by digital_microwave | | Description: She longed for the day when she would get dainty pink and white wings,
soaring through the air, free to fly anywhere she wanted... |
| Week - 204
Wings of Gold
by digital_microwave | | Description: She was a much respected figure in Faerieland,
because she had great magic powers. But, she had been wrongly accused of stealing
items from the Hidden Tower... |
| Week - 212
Walk or Swim
by digital_microwave | | Description: Faeries, unlike Neopets, do not need to be created;
they just appear. Sierra was watching out for the faintest sound or sign and
pricked up her pointed ears, waiting expectantly... |
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Link to the Keys
by digital_microwave | | Description: The Shadow Zafara watched enviously as her elder sister,
a Royal Cybunny pressed the piano keys, her fingers skipping across the white
and black and her foot tapping in rhythm... |
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Stars
by digital_microwave | | Description: My gaze, as red at that final patch of scarlet
light, swerves to a tiny blue planet called Neopia. Its surface is draped with
rolling, curling coils of clouds, and its azure seas sparkle with light... |
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 The Price of Faith: Part Five
We knew that Meridell, of all places, wouldn't fancy seeing
a Darkness Faerie wandering about their town. And nobody would believe that I
was just there to browse...
by mutedsanity |
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 Dusk in Tyrannia: Part Seven
I sat on my seat, chin cushioned on my paw in
utter boredom as students filed in and jabbered to one another while waiting
for the bell. And I wanted to shiver... It was terrible.
by alkuna_ |
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 True Sisters: Part One
I brushed off my feathers and looked around.
The attic was very old; you could see that just by looking at the floor. It
was worn smooth from years of tiny feet running, chairs scuffing, and brooms
sweeping...
by im_smarter_then_you |
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