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Spectre in the Night
by kalnya | | Description: It was her favourite time of the day, when the dying sun set the heavens ablaze and painted the sky red and gold. |
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Desert Requiem: Part One
by kalnya | | Description: She met the zombie who had saved her life sooner than she dared hoped. The meeting took place near sundown, atop the city walls. |
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 Afternoons at Exquisite Ambrosia
A few weeks before the Altador Cup, before the mass migration of spectators, the teams themselves quietly slip into the city to gear up for the tournament. They train in the stadium and discuss logistics and regulations with the Altador Cup Committee—and when they need some downtime, they head to Exquisite Ambrosia.
by cosmicfire918 |
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 Tangor's Assistant
The line for his workshop is far out the door and from morning to night he has lots of customers galore. They love his imagination and what he can do, just with a few extra pieces or two. He was always busy, and not much time to snooze. Tangor was even a bit lonely too, even though he saw customers every day, they never stay very long.
by theoriginaltali |
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 The 7 Yooyus
It is finally here and it is hotter than ever before this season. Neopians from all over the globe, far and wide, gather together for a full month of their absolute favorite game, none other than Yooyuball of course. In order to really enjoy a game of Yooyuball though, and to have the chance to rack up lots points for your favorite team, one needs to truly know how each unique Yooyu really works while out on the field during a fun game of Yooyuball.
by jmo7692 |
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 A Hot Heist
“The Ice Crystal Shop could make a fortune down here,” Inhi muttered to himself as he wiped another coating of sweat from his brow. He hadn’t even entered Moltara proper, he was still waiting in the elevator queue on the surface. But it was insufferably hot—even for a Hissi like himself.
by drifbilim |
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