Week - 531
Five Reasons Why Villains Live To Plot Evil
by cherishtwilight |
| Description: Villains. A good plot can't be without them. |
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Week - 541
Seven Types Of Heroes In Neopia
by cherishtwilight |
| Description: From the beginning of time, heroes have always been saving the world with their good deeds both big and small. But the big question is: do we really know everything about them? |
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Week - 551
Cryptic & Elusive: Mr. Krawley
by cherishtwilight |
| Description: The story took place a long time ago, and in the end the whole town was freed. Everyone's happy, right? WRONG. |
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Week - 565
A Guide To Alternative Paint Brushing
by cherishtwilight |
| Description: When you finally have enough, you buy a White Paint Brush on the Trading Post for a reasonable price, your hard work finally paid off.
That is, until you see the Christmas Zafara your friend has. |
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Week - 566
Have Hope
by cherishtwilight |
| Description: Kale Xadum and Bella Chorsicks walked along the cobblestoned roads, enduring the misfortune and awkwardness of a conversation for a conversation's sake. |
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Week - 568
Spells, Flames, Illusions
by cherishtwilight |
| Description: "There's no such thing as ghosts! Why, I went to that graveyard outside of town and I certainly didn't see any ghosts." |
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Week - 699
The Free
by cherishtwilight |
| Description: Good Doctor, I recognize your name in the more sinister spaces of Neovia. It seems I’m unable to turn my troubles to any of my companions without having your notoriety run through the atmosphere. Thus, though as a proper Neovian I should be avoiding this entirely, I have decided to conspire with the forbidden. |
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Week - 700
The Painted Weewoo and the Maraquan Dillema
by cherishtwilight |
| Description: “Boss. Boss, something’s happened.” “What is it, you nitwits?” the shuffling of feathers. A Weewoo in a suit and tie, eliminating evidence of pastry crumbs and red jam. “I’m busy.” Also by lute248 |
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Week - 707
Something I Don't Already Know
by cherishtwilight |
| Description: “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. |
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Week - 708
The Thing With Wings
by cherishtwilight |
| Description: “Can we consider him a member of the undead?” “Can we consider him a member of the undead?” Cornelius Blunt glared at the white Zafara with wings on its back, wearing a brown coat, sitting out on the Sanatorium porch under the pouring rain. His fellow newly-hired nurse, a mummified Ruki in hospital garb with a somewhat defective tongue, shrugged, saying: “Wreeeaaah?” |
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Week - 712
A Settling of Differences
by cherishtwilight |
| Description: The spirit of Christmas comes in many different forms. It often symbolizes togetherness, family, caring for one another, ending one life while slowly building another. But in most occasions, Christmas is nothing more than an opportunity for change, a day of giving. This was not one of those occasions.
Also by lute248 |
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Week - 714
When Zombies Attack...and fail.
by sophieauditore |
| Description: Not all zombies get the hang of it. Written by cherishtwilight |
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Week - 715
We Ordinary Few
by cherishtwilight |
| Description: They stood there, in the pouring rain, waiting for the end of the world. It was always the end of the world, in a child’s eye. A year lived to a five year old is a millennia, a day a decade of turbulence and revolution. Time moves like molasses when one’s running through their fathers’ poppy garden at the speed of sound, the most minor changes an earthquake rocking the world out of orbit. This change was anything but minor. |
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