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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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Dice-A-Blumaroo
by cherokee165 | | Description: Boing! Also by mabi1234 |
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Jhudora's Brush
by cherokee165 | | Description: Also by tedypicker |
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 He'd Have To Wait
The foliage was springy underpaw as Lopez stepped through the jungle, a camera strung around his neck. After a pawstep, the leaves would jump right back up to where they had been a second before. As the Kougra walked on, the sun grew fainter and fainter, the surroundings growing dark. Bright green plants changed into dark bushes as he walked on.
by jrayeb3 |
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 Celebrating Kacheek Day as a Newly-Morphed Kacheek
For Kacheeks all around Neopia, this means a day of mirth and merriment in celebration of our species’ long and storied history. For some of us, however, this day can be quite confusing as well. This is because some Kacheeks, such as myself, were not born as Kacheeks, but ended up becoming one for some reason or another.
by opossumman |
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 Heavy Metal
A Mote. A particle, or speck of dust. A tiny, inconsequential amount of something, usually pictured floating off to nowhere. A little bit of somethingness to punctuate the nothingness. This might be what always made me uneasy, when I thought of motes - that emphasis of space. At least, I think it was; before that day, when I started thinking something else.
by placebo_533 |
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