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Babies Not Very Smart
by pheonix_firewing | | Description: Or are they?
Script by boscoemax |
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Shea's Nightmare
by boscoemax | | Description: The purple Shoyru's face was halfway under her covers. "And-an' then what happens if... If the Shadow Usul... catches you?" she squeaked. |
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Feeding Time - Rocking Your Way To 'A Meepit! Run!'
by boscoemax | | Description: This avatar was once a distant dream for me, and I got it using this. It's now my avatar I use most of the time. |
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Wilma and Raina
by boscoemax | | Description: Wilma liked faeries. She liked faerie quests. |
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Santa Scorchio
by boscoemax | | Description: Sarah smiled lightly as she finished putting out a fire in the fireplace. There wasn't any snow falling outside, as they were on Mystery Island, but there was some rain to make up for it... |
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The Undecided Faerie
by boscoemax | | Description: She found herself wandering about Faerieland, trying to discover her element. Eventually she found herself outside of Jhudora's Bluff... |
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A Flicker of Hope
by boscoemax | | Description: All I can do is ponder what's happened and what's going to happen. A neopet can figure a lot of things out when they're stuck like this. |
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 Darkness Comes (Faerieland Falls)
The Faerieland Guards had been rounding a lot of people up; young and old, local and tourist alike would be found by the blank faced faeries and herded into the high, tower-like dungeons...
by karen_mckenzie |
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 Just Left
"Sorry?" I quipped, and she fell silent. "I didn't know where I was. I still don't know where I am! Seans didn't stop crying for a month!"
by supergirl1057 |
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 The Game of Master Hog: Part One
The guardsmen just shrugged it off and pulled their thick cloaks tighter about their shoulders, shrinking deeper into its warm embrace. To them it was just another storm...
by d_morton |
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