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The Baker
by cherokee165 | | Description: Baking is a lot like friendship... |
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Surprise!
by cherokee165 | | Description: Celebrating the Times' 700th issue! |
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Grellan
by mabi1234 | | Description: However, our story is about one of the very few Neopets who were not raised by a loving family; instead, he was born in the Case 15-A of Laboratory #8 and his homeland was the Virtupets Research Centre. Also by cherokee165 |
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Beauty Stinks!
by cherokee165 | | Description: Read the label. |
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Grooming Woes
by cherokee165 | | Description: Grooming isn't easy. |
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Lab Ray Confusion
by cherokee165 | | Description: What????
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 Something I Don't Already Know
“Why is it that every time these twin Wockies organize a parade, we’re the ones sent to clean after it?”“Shut up and get to work, Cornelius,” Carmichael glared at the Werelupe, pulling off the latex gloves from her fingers. The ghost Xweetok groaned, tying her hair in a bun. Her translucent face was stained with flaked skin and red spots, her Howie coat unbuttoned and in a state of disarray.
by cherishtwilight |
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 The Faerie of Ars Arcanium: Part Two
"What do you mean she's the key to it?!" Sinisal said in bewilderment. She hadn't expected it to be this easy and truthfully neither did Diakumablo, although he tried to appear like he did.
by orisasda |
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 Why Snowballs Don't Melt
Have you ever noticed the various items made of snow that you can find all across Neopia? Have you ever wondered how they come to be in these places, so far away from Terror Mountain and Snowy Valley and yet haven't melted? This is the story of how they came to be.
by sammkt |
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 And Then There Was Silence: Part Five
Finneus hops carefully over the foggy waters of Bogshot Swamp, trying his best not to fall into the nasty, seemingly-gelatinous marsh. It's difficult, however, to maintain his balance when he's got tired, achy wings drooping behind him and his hands are full of treasures.
by theschizophrenicpunk |
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